POV - Angie.

I was on point my all back outfit my mini black dress and booties my signature red lipstick with perfume from Chanel, I stepped into the club

by myself that night even though kelly was supposed to come with me but since Tim came home early she ain't coming, making my way through the crowded- dance floor, I waved to people whom I recognized

and smiled at some men gawking over their girlfriend's shoulders, trying to catch my eye, since I wasn't in the mood for any drama. it was simply harmless fun, breaking a sweat on the dance floor and hopefully leaving with someone who didn't mind getting a little exercise in the bedroom.

there was no shame in my game, I was only twenty-four years old wasn't looking to leave with a husband. Just to have fun and get my groove on, they were this slightly tall brother standing at the bar, and offer to buy me a drink and I sipped the dirty martini realizing it was my ex-mark

wow, long time no sees, I said damn same here , I'm really sorry about what happened last time but Stacey and I didn't even get married, we shouldn't have ended things Angie I still love you and I always will. he still smelled the same I thought to myself, walking toward the dance floor with him they started playing old classic club mixes so I was dancing and having fun until I saw my sister husband in the VIP area with some chick wasn't my cousin. he eventually peeped me and walked out, but that girl looked so familiar, Mark & I kept dancing and the drinkings keep flowing.

wow , omg that was a long night running toward the bathroom,

remembering sleeping with mark was only half. this hangover was about to be a bitch.