Preston got a complimentary table in VIP at a new nightclub on Sunday night so we used that as an excuse to indulge in some Sunday Funday shenanigans. We all met at my place to get ready and I decided to wear a lace Free People bodycon dress, Jimmy Choos and sexed up beach waves. Very boho chic. We took a shot of vodka and toasted to a good night before we cabbed to the club.
When we got to the club, we ordered a bottle of Patron and a bottle Belvedere to celebrate the fact that it was Sunday. This quickly turned into Carly and me twerking on the table and fighting off random guys. Sorry, we party. Preston ended up finding a guy from Grindr who hung out with us and quickly became my second favorite gay ever (he told me I looked “tiny” and “seductive” so he won points with me).
After a while, Carly and I wanted to mingle with other people in VIP and get a cocktail so we grabbed our friends and made our way to the bar. I ordered a Long Island and took a look around the VIP area. There were eight tables total – all filled with attractive club goers – and then leather couches lining the wall.
I was drunk, but totally coherent and I thought I saw Eric sitting in the corner on one of the couches with his arm around a girl. I squinted to help me see better. No way it could be him. Out of all the clubs in Chicago, what were the chances of us ending up at the same place?
“Reese, is that Eric?” Kendra asked, as if reading my mind.
He started laughing and I detected his perfect smile and dimples. It was totally him. Before anyone could stop me, I sat my glass down and started over there.
“Reese! Don’t go over there!” Kendra called after me, but it was too late.
I stopped in front of Eric and his new skank – a half Asian looking girl with played out ombré highlights, a gigantic forehead and a tight red dress. They both looked up at me.
“Oh hey, Eric! I haven’t heard from you in so long I assumed you were dead!” I said, sweetly.
He let out a chuckle without removing his arm from around the girl. “Hi Reese. This is Brooke.”
I gave the girl a sarcastic smile. “Cute dress. H&M 2012?”
She looked down at herself and back up at me. “I can’t remember.”
“Anyways, I hope you guys have a super fun fucking night,” I said and walked away.
“What did he say?” Kendra wanted to know when I rejoined them at the bar.
“Did you see that girl? She looks like she belongs in Splice,” I said and finished my drink.
“You’re definitely prettier,” Preston reassured me. “Let’s get you another drink.”
We went back to our table and danced while I pretended Eric didn’t exist. I had to force myself not to look back over at him and what’s-her-face, but luckily I was having too much fun to care.
Later on, I dragged Kendra back to the bar so I could get another drink and an ice water. While I was waiting for the winking bartender to serve up my drink, I felt someone’s hands on my waist.
It was Eric.
I looked past him to see if that tacky haired bimbo was behind him and glared at him when I saw that he was alone.
“Hey beautiful. What are you drinking?” he asked when the bartender slid my cup in front of me.
“Who the fuck was that?” I asked.
“Reese, relax. She’s my friend,” Eric said.
“Well, she’s ugly,” I said as I took a sip of my third Long Island. This wasn’t entirely true. The girl was actually cute, but that wasn’t the point.
Eric gave me a disapproving frown. “That’s uncalled for. Brooke didn’t do anything to you.”
I ignored him and turned back to Kendra. I felt Eric tighten his grip on my waist and nuzzle my neck. Kendra gave me a weird look and buried her face in her drink.
“Come on, Reesie. You aren’t mad at me, are you?” Eric whispered in my ear.
His breath on my ear made my heart rate quicken. I definitely missed him, but he had gone AWOL and completely ignored my phone call. He kissed my neck and I felt my knees buckle. Asshole. He knows that’s my spot.
“Ken Ken! Reesie Cup!” Preston called, joining us at the bar. “We’re about to get out of here and get something greasy and disgusting to eat. Ready?”
I pulled away from Eric reluctantly, but he held onto my wrist.
“Let’s go,” I said to my friends.
Kendra and Preston started settling our tab with the bartender and Eric pulled me close to him. “Come over.”
I shook him off. “No. I haven’t even heard from you in like two weeks.”
Eric grabbed my ass. “Come on, Reese. I’ve been busy. I missed you a lot.”
I didn’t know if this was true or not, but somehow he talked me into going home with him. We ended up having the most intense, mind blowing sex ever. There was tons of hair pulling, scratching, ass slapping and dirty talk. It made me think we needed to take a hiatus more often.