Page 72 of Sinful Mates

Grabbing another bottle of wine, we sit on the bean bags, which with the amount of alcohol I already consumed, I know I’m going to need help up. I look up when my phone start ringing in the kitchen dreading having to try and stand in these heels from the position. Merida looks at the screen. “It’s Theo,” she stage-whispers. All eyes went to her. Maya held out her hand for the phone.

“Don’t answer it, just ignore it,” I say worriedly. She doesn’t listen, instead answering it and putting it on loudspeaker. Fuck my life, I know this isn’t going to end well. But at least it is sure to be entertaining.

“Imogen’s phone,” Maya says in her best secretarial voice. I struggle to muffle my laugh.

“Who is this? Where is Imogen?”

“Oh, Imogen can’t come to the phone right now. She is currently in the middle of a wild orgy,” Maya said, giving me a wink. I shake my head at her. Those idiots will probably believe it.

“You better put Imogen on the phone right now,” I hear him seething. Fuck.

“Jesus, chill, Theo, it’s Maya. I’ll get her on,” she says, handing the phone to me. I rolled my eyes.

“What Theo?”

“Where are you, and why do I feel like you’re drunk right now?” He accuses.

We haven't even left yet, and he is giving me the speech. I hate how controlling they can get. “I’m not drunk. Tipsy, but not drunk, and I am at Merida’s.” I hear him growl at the name. Not wanting to hear anymore, I hang up. I know I will catch it later for hanging up on him. My phone instantly starts ringing again and I reject the call.

“What did they do that made you so pissed off?” Cara asks, sipping her wine.

“Bianca,” stated Merida for me. They all scrunched up their faces in disgust, making me confused.

“Oh, the bitch of a wife,” said Tammy, I nod. So, they all knew of this woman and by the sounds of it didn’t like her.

“Don’t let her worry you, Imogen, you are way better. Besides, she is dead. They killed her.” Cara replies, taking another long sip of her drink with a relieved smile.

“Cara,” snaps Merida, giving her a stern look.

“What did I say?” Cara asks, blinking owlishly.

Merida shook her head. I went to ask what they meant about them killing her but am cut off by Merida. “Enough depressing talk, let's finish getting ready before Floyd gets here.”

Cara makes a gagging noise. “Why is that buzzkill coming?” she whines, and I smile at her pouting.

“Because he doesn’t trust us to look after Immy over there,” says Alicia. I smirk at the nickname. I barely know these girls, but I can tell we are going to become good friends and contrary to my past, that's exactly what I need right now.

At the mention of his name, another knock sounds on the door. “And that would be the fun police,” states Cara getting up and walking toward the door to open it.

“Ladies,” says Floyd strutting in. The girls don’t look impressed, and I have to stop myself from laughing at the looks on their faces.

Floyd strolls over holding his hand out. I take his hand and let him pull me up. I stumble slightly in the heels, but he steadies me. “How much has she already drank?” he says, eyeing the girls. They look away guiltily before Merida points toward the counter. Six empty bottles proudly display our drinking prowess. He shakes his head. “Ready to go?”

“Yep, let’s do this!” The girls holler. I walk over to Merida and she hooks her arm through mine, leading me out of the apartment.

Chapter Twenty

We get downstairs and two yellow cabs are lined up, waiting for us. I hop in with Merida and Floyd, while the other three girls get in the other one. I slide across the seat. We make our way across the City toward our destination. Getting out, Floyd pays the cab driver and hooks his arm through mine. Looks like he is going to be my babysitter for the evening.

“You stay within my sights at all times, understood?” Yep, babysitter confirmed. Still, it it’s better than having to be stuck with Tobias or Theo, especially with the mood they put me in.

I nod, not feeling like getting into an argument with anyone. I just want to have fun and do things people my own age do. Trotting up the steps, we are greeted by the bouncer. Floyd nods to him, and the bouncer lets us straight in, ignoring the crowd that is lined up and booing loudly at our group.

Merida tugs my arm, pulling me forward and dragging me toward the bar. She orders drinks while I peer around. There is a huge dance floor in the center, and tables and chairs lined randomly around the room, which was dark. The only lights come from the disco style lights flickering on and off. Music blares and we have to yell to hear each other. I’ve never been in a nightclub before. The few times I had been out had only been to small bars with not so many people. This place is very lively, and I can tell it is a huge attraction in the city.

The dance floor is just a sea of people jumping and moving in rhythm to the music. Merida passes me a pink cocktail. I’m not sure what it was, but it smells like regret. I sip it and I taste guava; it; s sweet and smooth. When we finish our drinks, Merida and the girls pull me onto the dance floor while Floyd chats to another man, who I have no doubt is another werewolf.

I have learned to be able to tell the difference between humans and supernatural’s. There is something with the way they carry themselves, the look in their eyes, and also the way their eyes dart around watching nothing in particular yet watching everything. I shiver when they both glance in my direction. I quickly looked away. The biggest give away is the fact that most werewolves are all brawn and muscle and otherworldly gorgeousness in one package.