The new club called Electric was in full force by the time we arrived, luckily we arrived at a decent time given that the line wasn't too long. We only waited in line for around fifteen minutes before we made it to the front of the line. It was barely eleven and the club seemed to already be packed, which caused me to grow concerned about how many more people would be let in. My concerns were quickly distracted by the many rounds of shots that Jade and Jaci ordered, which easily left me feeling a little past tipsy.

Being tipsy definitely didn't help with my thoughts about Cayden—and it even caused my thoughts to spiral dramatically. Why hasn't she reached out? Or at least tried? Did I come on too strong? Did I seem desperate for her to fuck me? Was she uncomfortable? Clearly, I did something wrong for her to not reach out again.

"I'm going to go to the bathroom really quick!" I yell over the music to Griffin while Jaci and Jade dance together in their own little world.

Griffin nods, "I'm going to get another drink!" he yells back causing me to nod before stumbling through the sweaty crowd toward the bathroom.

My chaotic thoughts grow desperate as Cayden clouds my hazy thoughts. I start contemplating ways to find her number, and I even end up on her company's website searching for an email or phone number. I decided against it and determined that I'm being a bit impulsive—no matter how intense the feelings keep growing in contrast with the alcohol, I kept telling myself the feeling would pass once I was sober, but deep down I knew it wouldn't.

My heavy legs drag under me as I enter the dim bathroom before instantly wetting my hands in the cold water falling from the sink faucet and pressing my hands to my hot face. I take a few deep breaths in and out as I try to focus my tunneling vision on my blurry reflection. My heart instantly drops to my stomach when I see Cayden's reflection in the mirror behind me. I instantly whip around to face the woman with wide eyes as I contemplate whether I'm hallucinating.

There's no way she's here right now. Fuck. How much did I have to drink?

My eyes analyze her outfit as I take in her white tee that's tied up in the front which easily shows off her toned stomach while a shiny black leather jacket partially covers her exposed tan skin. She's in light jeans that have rips scattered throughout the denim while black shiny loafers rest on her feet. Her dark raven hair is down as her soft wavy strands rest past her shoulder while her bare face remains partially covered by thick dark black sunglasses.

"Shit am I hallucinating right now?" I murmured as I walked closer to the woman, "Did I really drink that much?" I asked as I reached out to touch her arm, but when I felt her shiny leather jacket under my fingertips, I freeze.

Cayden's lips lazily pull into an amused smirk, "Why would I be in your hallucination?" she questions slyly.

I purse my lips as I draw my eyes away from her dark shades that shield most of her face, "Why are you wearing sunglasses? It's already so dark in here," I retort back.

Cayden raises a brow before sliding the thick sunglasses off of her face and stuffing them inside her leather jacket, when her heavy bloodshot eyes meet mine, I immediately recognize that she's high... really fucking high. I mean how is she even having a conversation with me right now? Though I will admit, she looks so incredibly sexy right now, which is really not helping my drunk intrusive thoughts.

I stumble away from the woman to gain some distance, she was clear about how she felt by rejecting me multiple times, but even if that wasn't enough—her not reaching out again basically confirmed it. I need to stop thinking that we had something between us when she clearly didn't feel the same way.

Cayden raises a brow as her eyes look between the distance I created, "How much have you had to drink?" she asks as she takes a step toward me, closing the gap between us.

My heart easily races in my chest as Cayden towers over me, "Not much,"

Cayden analyzes my flushed face before lightly pressing her hand to my right shoulder, which easily causes my light body to stumble back. I embarrassingly trip over my own feet causing my hands to reach for anything behind me to catch my approaching fall, but one of Cayden's strong hands land on my waist while the other presses to my upper back before guiding me fully back to my wobbly feet.

"You're shitfaced Vi," Her minty breath fans down onto my face, which easily causes my eyes to flutter shut. Her hold is so comforting but dominant at the same time, while her warm body perfectly blends into mine. Her comforting spiced cologne wraps around me but in an intense way due to how drunk I am. I genuinely think I could stay like this, in her strong arms pressed against her warm body.

"Yeah... I'm going to get you out of here," her smooth concerned voice echoes throughout my dazed head, but my eyes quickly snap open when I remember Griffin—shit, Jade and Jaci.

"I'm-uh... I'm here with someone else," I hesitantly inform her as I stare up into her dark alluring eyes.

Cayden purses her lips to hold back her growing smile, "Tell him you're leaving,"

I raise a challenging brow, "How'd you know it was a him?" I asked which caused her smile to break through her pursed lips, displaying her white accessorized teeth. God, how can someone be so attractive?

"I might've noticed you down there dancing," she confesses as her raspy voice grows lower.

She... she was watching me? I hope I wasn't dancing too terribly... Wait if she was watching me, does that mean I spiked her interest? No, maybe she just recognized me. A part of me yearns for the possibility that I held her interest—I mean even thinking about her attention being on me, easily makes my entire body heat up.

"You're blushing," Cayden's dark eyes stare down at my warm cheeks, which easily causes me to bury my head in her warm chest.

"I am not,"

Cayden's hand on my upper back slides up to the back of my neck, leaving goosebumps in its wake. Her firm grip guides me away from her chest by the back of my neck, which causes my flushed face to be exposed to her stare.

"You are too," She argues back as she raises a sharp brow.

I stare into her dark eyes as a moment of silence passes between us—an unspoken wave of sexual tension washes over us, and I can easily tell it's not just me by the way her eyes flicker down to my lips. Her grip tightens around my waist as she stares down at my lips like their some forbidden fruit, but she ends up shaking her head slightly before jerking her attention away from me completely.

"C'mon we should probably leave," she murmurs before letting go of the back of my neck while her hand still remains on my waist.

I purse my lips into a straight line before nodding silently. As we exit the club, I text Griffin to inform him of my departure, which he's actually excited about. He mentioned something about a gay club in Midtown that was calling his name. Luckily, Jaci and Jade didn't question him too much when he mentioned I'd been feeling sick and that he was going to help take care of me. Although, the pair did text me to check in and even asked for a picture to confirm that I was okay and conscious.

By the time I finally finished texting everyone, I snapped back into reality and quickly realized I'm seated next to Cayden in an Uber. I guess I was so wrapped up in my phone that I never really registered my surroundings, hopefully, I didn't do or say something stupid. I'm surprised when I notice Cayden isn't on her phone, instead her heavy eyes are on me as they carefully analyze my face.

She leans further back into the plush leather seats of the Nissan uber that's driving us to our next destination, "Did your mystery guy get upset?" her raspy voice teases.

I shake my head with a light smile, "My mystery guy is perfectly fine," I mocked back before looking toward the front of the car, "Where are we going?"

Cayden's accessorized teeth let go of her plump bottom lip before she says, "My condo,"