The night club was already in full swing when we arrived. There were a lot of people lining up waiting to get access inside.

"Are you sure we could still fit in there?" I asked while Hugh tried to find a parking spot nearby.

"Don't worry. We already made it into the guest list. I wanted to celebrate. Plus, you need to get out of the apartment," Hugh assured me and I just chuckled.

"You're right. I didn't get the chance to congratulate you. I'm giving you full permission to be your bitch. But just for tonight," I told him sternly.

He was happy with my reply, although, it somewhat bothered me whatever he planned on doing for tonight. I just hoped that I wouldn't be a sacrificial virgin that would be tossed to a pile of hungry horny men. I shuddered at the thought.

"I want to get drunk tonight!" Hugh was already out of the car. As we entered the club, the music blasted through the speakers while the neon lights were blinding my vision. My eyes adjusted to the scene around me. It was overwhelming at first but I could see that Hugh couldn't contain his excitement.

"Vee, that's our table over there!" he screamed in my ear. He pointed to a corner where it was a few meters away from the dance floor. It was a good thing that he picked a more private area because I didn't want anyone grinding on me tonight.

I took my time to look around the club. Obviously, it was dark. All you could see were the silhouettes of people moving to the beat of the music. The low lighting made it difficult to see their faces. It had a stage where the DJ was doing his thing to make everyone dance in their place. There was a second floor. It was more private than here so I guessed it was the VIP Lounge. My eyes then caught a male figure that was leaning on the railing with two girls hovering for his attention. I didn't know why my gaze remained longer than normal. He intrigued me and somehow he seemed familiar. I stared a bit longer until his shadow moved a bit forward where the light struck his face. My eyes widened when I realized that the mysterious man was Pierce. I quickly turned around and followed Hugh through the crowd. I just hoped he didn't see me. What were the odds, right?

I didn't know why I looked back but I did. We locked gazes and I couldn't look away. He was staring at me intently like a lion watching its prey. I felt a tug just as I lost my focus on Pierce. Hugh was already pulling me with him. We then arrived at our booth so I could take a seat.

"You wait here. I'm getting our drinks." Hugh strutted off to get them. He went back after a few minutes with a tray of shots.

"Um, I thought you were getting me a mocktail?" I asked.

"Not tonight babe! You should loosen up. You're my bitch for the night, remember?" He smirked evilly.

Ugh, he was right. I did promise him. I downed one shot and felt it burn my throat. I coughed a bit as I tried to recover myself. "Nope! That's just disgusting. I'm getting my own drink." I stood up but Hugh held me back.

"You're no fun! Come on, do another one with me," he pleaded as he made a terrible sad impression of a puppy.

"Fine. Please don't do that face again. You're ugly," I said with a stony expression.

Hugh just laughed as he handed me another shot. I stifled a smile and raised our glasses together. We both took the shot as we shivered from how strong the alcohol was.

"Okay, I definitely need a beer," I told him.

"I think I'm going to go dance and find myself a stud. Be back in a bit." He winked at me and just left. I shook my head then proceeded to get my drink. I walked up to the bar and ordered a bottle of beer from the bartender. It took him a while to get back with my order but I just waited for him until he served my drink. I then felt a hand slipped around my waist. I stilled as I felt someone pull me against his broad chest.

"Who do we have here?"

Pierce's breath fanned my ear. I was about to escape his grasp when he swiftly made me turn around to face him. Our eyes met and my heartbeat quickened when I saw danger in them. His hazel eyes were glassy from having too much liquor in his system. He reeked of alcohol.

His face was only a few inches from mine. I wasn't scared of him but I was scared on what he was capable of doing to me. I raised an eyebrow to defy that I wasn't affected by him. What surprised me next was that he smirked like he enjoyed seeing through me trembling from fear.

"I didn't know you were that kind of girl, Olive," he sneered as he said my name.

"What?" What was he even on about? I was now confused. Pierce's sudden change of appearance was really scaring me. My reply angered him even more.

"Don't play dumb with me." His jaw clenched as his words were now filled with disgust. "I know my father gave you money. You must be pretty good, giving him the satisfaction to be paying you that kind of amount. So what do you say? Want to get out of here?"

I clenched my fists as it dawned on me what he was trying to say. He thought that I was whoring myself to his father? Was this why he had been giving me the cold shoulder?

His statement made me furious. Pierce was still smirking as he waited for an answer. I wasn't cheap! Next thing I knew, I lifted my arm and slapped him full force across his cheek. I was heaving with so much anger I didn't even notice the stinging pain on my palm.

"How dare you insult your father like that? You don't even fucking know me!" I screamed and pushed him away. He stumbled a few steps back as he looked at me with an unreadable expression. My hit probably sobered him up a bit.

I didn't care if a group of people around us were staring from my outburst. The club was really loud so it didn't attract much attention since most of them were basically drunk and dry humping one another. I needed to get away. I briskly walked pass him. I managed to hit him with my shoulder as I left him standing there, holding his now swollen cheek.

I made my way further into the crowd with a blurry sight from the tears that tried to escape my eyes. I then spotted Hugh dancing with some guy. I wanted to go home. I didn't have a choice but I needed to butt in.

"Hugh..." My voice trembled when I grabbed him desperately from behind. He turned around to look at me and panicked when he saw that something was wrong.

"I want to go home," I pleaded softly.

Without hesitation, he left the guy he was dancing with and accompanied me until we were outside the club. He grabbed both of my arms and looked at me with concern.

"What's wrong? Did someone try to hurt you?" I shook my head. I couldn't hold back the tears as they slid down my face. I wasn't supposed to feel this way but everything came crashing down again. I cried for Wilson, his death and how hurt I was that he left me.

"Let's get you home." He led me to the car and Hugh started driving back to the apartment. When we got home, he let me change into his boxer shorts and huge white tee. He knew that I liked wearing them since it was more comfortable than wearing a nightie. He complained that I kept getting him boxers as a Christmas present yet I was the one that wore them. It was just weird for me to buy my own set, hence me buying Hugh a few pairs so I could just borrow them.

Hugh and I were now curled up on my bed. I already had stopped crying so we just waited for sleep to come. But I knew Hugh wouldn't let go of what just happened at the club. He was looking for an opening so he could ask me about tonight.

"What happened back there?" Hugh finally asked when I was about to drift off to sleep.

"Pierce," I managed to croak out.

I hesitated a bit but continued anyway. "He was drunk and told me he knew about the money. He thought that Wilson had been paying me to be his whore." I closed my eyes and wished that I could instantly fall asleep because knowing Hugh, he wasn't going to like what I just said.

"He said what?! That bastard—"

"He was drunk. I'm sure he didn't mean it," I defended. Pierce's words hurt but I tried to look for a more reasonable explanation. I convinced Hugh that it was probably an accident. Those words he blurted out were possibly out of anger towards his father.

I heard Hugh sigh from beside me. "You're too nice, Vee. Take care of yourself. If he ever lays one finger on you, I swear he will never be able to reproduce."

I then made a snort-like laugh when I thought about it. "You're being silly." I was lying on my side facing Hugh. "I'm sorry about tonight. I hope I didn't interrupt your lovemaking ritual."

He pinched my cheeks and said, "Nonsense. You're more important to me."

"Shut up and kiss me already." I held my laughter since he hated that I kept on flirting with him as a joke.

He scrunched his face in disgust. "If you had a penis then I'd be glad to kiss you. In fact, I would have pounced on you right away."

We laughed at the impossibility. Soon, we were both grasping for air from laughing too much. He never failed to make me feel better. A yawn managed to escape as I already felt sleepy. As a thank you, I threw a pillow at Hugh and it went right to his face.

"Goodnight. You're the best." I giggled as I snuggled back to my sheets.

"I know, babe." He chuckled and placed a kiss on my forehead. "Goodnight."