Chloe

It's been over a month of working for Miami Vipers and the season is about to begin, I've been working overtime to ensure that we have reached the maximum pre-game exposure and so far the numbers have been looking great. It could have been a touch better but George doesn't seem to mind and says how good I was for the team and that I'm a perfect fit which is still a little hard to accept but I've been trying my best.

Thankfully, it's Friday. Kate decided it was time to show me Miami at night which I had not enthusiastically agreed to. Maybe going out would be good for me. I haven't managed to explore Miami even though it's now the beginning of October the weather is still amazing but I have not once gone to the beach. In all fairness, I didn't have much time with how much I've been working. So maybe a bar and then a club might be a good way to relax. If I liked clubs that is.

Unfortunately for me, crowded spaces with drunken people are one of my biggest nightmares. I absolutely despise it but Kate has convinced me that it will be amazing and even though it's hard to believe I was willing to give it a shot.

Choosing one of my favourite black dresses I put it on, admiring how good it makes my body look. It's corseted so it sinches my waist, emphasising my smaller waist and the hips that hold most of my excess weight. Playing hockey for my school as a teenager made me build hips and thighs which I hated as a teen but learned to love. I might not have the typical figure but I'll take my pear-shaped body over anything else.

The corset also helps my rather small boobs look a little more plum. Thanks to the genetics the fat doesn't like to stay there but at least I don't have back problems I guess. Gotta always look for the positives.

After doing my make-up, keeping it pretty light except for my favourite touch of red lips, I curl my hair and after a quick brush through the curls fall in large beach waves. Can't lie I did a good job at cleaning myself up in record time I must add as well.
Putting on my six-inch black heels I head over to my bookcase, but instead of books, it's filled with designer bags. My little addiction. I decided to go with a red Diorama leather crossbody bag which is my favourite whenever I go out in the evenings.

It fits all the essentials whilst also being pretty compact and it being over the shoulder means I definitely won't leave it anywhere.

Quickly calling an Uber I type in the address Kate has sent me and leave with five minutes to spare. I hate being late, tardiness always pissed me off. I rather be early and wait a little than explain why I'm late.

The bar she has chosen is thankfully not too far away and with the traffic, I get there in thirty minutes. Getting out of the car I see the door to the bar and walk in, deciding to wait inside.

Kate shows up not even a minute later embracing me in a tight hug, as she lets go, I take in her appearance. The red dress is a few shades deeper than her ginger hair that she decided to straighten it and put it up into a high ponytail. She looks absolutely stunning.

"Hey giiiiirl, ready to have some fun?" she screams loud enough that a few tables turn around to see where the sound comes from. I smile at her as I shake my head at her confidence and the ability to not give a fuck about her surroundings.

"Absolutely, but let's not get kicked out before I even grab my first drink." I laugh a little as we make our way into the bar area and find an empty high table. Kate reaches the bar as I take my blazer off, putting it on the back of the chair.

The first round being on her, she goes with shots and a passion fruit martini. I think just this will get me absolutely slaughtered. I'm not a big drinker and I'm definitely a lightweight so I usually stick to like one or two drinks a night.

"Kate, I can't do shots. I'll be under the table in less than an hour then." I look at the tray filled with alcohol knowing full well that I don't have a choice and she will end up convincing me to drink anyway. She's pretty persuasive when she wants to be.

"Chloe freaking King, I have tried to get you out for the past month so this is payback. Don't worry I won't let you fall. So let's cheer for the last weekend before the season begins! We both need it and especially you with how hard you've been working lately!" she shoves one of the shots into my hand and I take a sniff letting a little sigh but I'm also relieved as at least she didn't get tequila. I can't stand tequila. I shiver at the thought of when I last time had tequila and bile warns me that it will come up if I don't stop thinking about the devil's drink.

"Fuck it, cheers!" I clink my shot with hers before tapping the table, downing the shot, and proceeding to tap twice more. Something that I've been doing ever since I tried shots. Don't exactly remember why but I think it helps me to not think about the rancid taste as much.

"Let's get this party started!" she takes another shot and a few cheers come from different parts of the bar. God, I need her confidence. Deciding that maybe another shot isn't such a great idea I take a large sip out of my martini. The bitter-sweet taste of passionfruit burns my throat a little but it's surprisingly delicious.

I get a notification on my Apple watch and as I check it I can't stop my eyes from rolling. Alexander really isn't getting a hint.
Alexander (PIMFA): Котенок, you know well enough that ignoring me won't stop me from spam-texting you.

I roll my eyes as I drop my hand, once again not even bothering to reply to him. How does one man have time to get rejected this many times? Doesn't he realise yes that I have no interest in getting to know him? Not in a sexual way as sure he wants to. I'm happy to have a professional friendly relationship with any of the players but that's it.

Kate keeps reminding me that there is no rule about sleeping or having a relationship in the club but I ain't about to risk my job because my pussy got wet.

"Are you ever planning on replying to him?" Kate asks with a wink as she takes a sip out of the cocktail. I didn't even have to say anything for her to realise who just sent me a message. Am I that easy to read?

"Absolutely not, the most I'd entertain is being friends with him but he clearly doesn't want that." The amount of innuendos alone that he threw at me in the past month has told me enough.

"He's a sweet guy, you should give him a chance." Kate passed me another shot and I took it, swallowing it a little easier than the first. I can feel my skin warm up as the alcohol enters my body making me a little more relaxed. I'm already getting tipsy and it hasn't even been half hour.

"How about we talk about you and Liam then, huh?" I throw back at her and she smiles sheepishly. The girl tries her best not to screw him as he is much of a player as Alexander is. Both of them do keep their lives private but as their PR I'm the one who has to deal with another allegation of them fucking some girl's brains out. It really doesn't matter what they do in their private lives as long as they don't make my life harder. Fuck, why am I thinking about work now?

It's time to forget about my nine-to-five and enjoy my weekend while I still have them. I down the cocktail as Kate whistles.

"Fuck it, let's drink." I announce louder than I have intended and cringe a little when few people turn around.

I make my way to the bar and ask to re-order whatever we just have and quickly tap my phone to pay.

The bartender quickly makes our drinks and I carry another tray over to our table and before I even sit my butt down I decide to do a shot. This one actually doesn't taste so bad which means I'm absolutely drunk but girl gotta have fun too sometimes.

Kate and I enjoy chatting about everything and anything, neither of us daring to talk about the respective guys who are trying a little too hard to get our attention. Then again I think there is a history between Kate and Liam that she hasn't revealed just yet. By the way, she sometimes shuts up when he is around rather than chit-chatting away says a lot.

By the third round of shots, I can't stand on my feet so I try to not stand up at all but the pressing need to pee is getting more and more unbearable. Why in the hell did I put those heels on? Sneakers would have been just fine.

"Girl, I really need to pee but I'm not sure how to do it without crashing to the floor." Pretty sure my words come out more slurred than I intended them to be and Kate laughs as she jumps off her stool to come help me out.

"Grab my arm and climb off." She says as she gives me her hand and I grab it like my life depends on it. I slowly and very clumsily slide off the stool and pull my dress down in hopes no one saw me flushing my ass to the whole bar.

"Will you be okay?" She asks with concern and I just nod and smile a little too wide but she lets go of me, satisfied with my answer.
Now on the ground, I'm not as worried about landing on my face as I reach the bathroom. I do my business and make sure not to forget to wash my hands. Who knows what has been going on in those bathrooms? Don't need some unfertilised kids on my hands.

As I walk out I am met with a hard door that I don't remember being there and as I try to recover and push it open I realise it's not a door at all.

Hard muscle is what I've been just pushing and I look up to apologise but as I see who I just walked head first into I scowl. What in the hell is he doing here?

Alexander Starkov smiles down at me.

I try to push past him but he is like a brick wall, not about to be moved.

"Careful there, we don't want you hurt." he leans down so I can hear him over the music that got a lot louder somehow in the span of a few minutes as I was taking a piss.

"Well, maybe if you let go of me, Mr pain in my fucking ass, I won't get hurt." I cringe as I use the name that I abbreviated after his actual name in my contacts. I think that's enough shots for me.

"Trust me, I'll never be a pain in your ass. I know how to do it right." He winked and as I scrunched my nose up in disgust he laughed. Fuck, he is beautiful when he laughs. This might be the first time I actually heard his real laugh. Compared to all the others this is something else. He is a good actor but even he can't fake this.

"Let me go, I need to get back to my friend." I try to push again and thankfully this time he steps back and allows me to go.

Unfortunately, he doesn't stay back, rather he follows me like a shadow as I get to my table that now been somehow transformed to a much bigger now. Kate is laughing with Kyle, one of the players and a few others surrounding the table with drinks in hand.
As I get closer to the table I stare Kate down and as she sees my death stare she swallows. Did she plan this?

"Hear me out." She starts to say but I don't let her say another word as I grab her hand and drag her off the stool and in the direction of the exit.

We need a girl talk.