“Let her go,” I said to Nick.
Nick looked back at Sandrine, pulling her up to her toes so she was nose-to-nose with him and visibly wincing.
“Bitch, I don’t see you, I don’t hear from you, I don’t even f**kin’ smell you,” he growled then pushed her off, hard.
She staggered back on her four and a half inch sandals that I knew she’d return in the next week because they cost six hundred dollars, something she couldn’t afford. Vivica shot to her to catch her from falling.
I did too but I came up short when a hand clamped around the inside of my elbow.
My neck twisted so I could look at Nick who now had a hold of me.
“Drink,” he clipped.
My stomach in knots, my heart beating wildly, I nodded.
“Anya!” Vivica yelled and I looked to her even as Nick started to turn me to the back of the dais where there was a long, plush, raspberry colored booth seat.
“I’m good!” I yelled back. “Go! Just a drink and I’ll text you when I’m out.”
Vivica’s eyes went from me to Nick to another bouncer who was hovering that I hadn’t noticed until then and finally her eyes came back to me.
“We’ll be at the bar!” she shouted.
“You’re with that bitch, you’ll be in the f**kin’ street!” Nick shouted back, still dragging me. “You lose her, you stay up here.”
No. I didn’t want Vivica anywhere near there.
“Go!” I yelled.
Vivica held my eyes as she held Sandrine in the curve of her arm, a Sandrine who was now crying and staring at me, fear in her face. I lost sight of them when Nick let go of my elbow, slid an arm along my waist and turned me to face the direction he was taking me.
Crap. Crap. CRAP!
God, Sandrine.
Seriously, some day that girl was going to be the death of me.
Right. A drink. I could have a drink with Nick.
Crap.
He sat us down, him too close to me and immediately his eyes went across the dais and his mouth opened up to clip a loud, “Yo!”
The cocktail waitress came scurrying. It was then I saw the bouncer who was hovering was now at the end of the dais, another black-suited bouncer was standing on the floor under him, he had his hands up to cup around his mouth and he was yelling something.
“What are you drinking?”
I tore my eyes from the bouncer, sucked in breath and looked at Nick.
“Sparkling water,” I ordered.
“Fuck, you f**kin kidding me?” he bit out.
Okay, that was the wrong answer.
He looked at the waitress. “Get her a cosmo. Me, Hennessy, Paradis.”
Her eyes bugged out a second before she pulled it together, obviously having witnessed the scene or just knowing Nick, and she scurried away.