It Was A Dream.

Phone Rings*

Leilani opened her eyes to see she was in bed, in the middle of the night,

Pant. Pant. Pant.

She was breathing heavily, removing the hair from her face. Was it a dream? She looked at herself and man she wet the bed.

“Oh my gosh.” She tried to catch her breath. It was 3 am. And she had a dream of messing with her brother-in-law.

It was hard for her to believe it was a dream. She grabbed the phone next to her and it was Claire.

“Hello?” she answered.

“Oh my gosh! Kat has a tampon stuck in her cabins." Claire responded.

First of all I don't know anyone named Kat. This could only mean one thing, Claire is drunk.

“Are you drunk Claire?” I asked, as if I don't know that I have to always pick her up from clubs. “No. I'm not drunk.” Yes, that's something a drunk person would say.

“Okay fine. Where are you?” I asked again.

“Paris!!!!” Gosh this is going to take a while. Paris? Oh… there's this market in town that has an Eiffel tower logo.

“Okay. Stay in Paris. I'll pick you up.” I hanged up and wore some tracksuits. Got my car keys.

Vincenzo’s door was locked. Maybe he's mad. He should be… I should be… I walked to the garage and got into the car.

I drove to the club.

From the outside it looks cheerful, luxurious and cozy. Clay expensive bricks and well-crafted wooden beams make up most of the building's outer structure.

It’s hard to see through the big, curtained windows, but the liveliness from within can be felt outside.

As I enter the club through the thick wooden door, you're welcomed by joyful music and the smile of a waitress, naked. Okay half naked.

The bartender is handling some customers, but still manages to welcome me with a friendly nod. But I doubt the wink though.

It's as charming inside as it is on the outside. The club itself is packed. Rich people seem to be the primary clientele here, which could be seen as a bad sign, though you're sure it's not.

Several long tables are occupied by, what must be separate groups who have bonded over great food and conversation. Honestly… people are living their best lives out there.

The other, smaller tables are also occupied by people who seem to be enjoying themselves a lot, perhaps too much, if such a thing is possible. Even most of the stools at the bar are occupied, though nobody seems to mind more company.

I looked around and touched my elbow. I overdressed, or should I say I underdressed? Every woman here is in heels. I'm in runners. I didn't even check myself from the mirror.

What if I have boogers? I checked on my phone to fixed my messy bun. Okay my blonde hair is okay. No boogers.

“LEILA!!!!!!” You've guessed it. It was Claire on the dancing floor. And she put me as the centre of attention. I walked to her.

“I came to pick you up. Let's go.” I grabbed her arm. She made noise all the way while we were walking out until I was stopped.

“Hey baby!” Eww, first of all. He's drunk and secondly he got a bad breath.

“I'm not interested.” I pulled my arm and walked outside.

We walked to the parking and she was laughing. I still wanna know who Kat is.

Meanwhile…

“Do you want me to follow them?” Frederick, Vincenzo’s best friend asked and he shook his head.

“I will do it.” He said as he stood up from the VIP section.

{Vincenzo’s POV}

I kissed her, I've tried to get those juicy lips out of my mind. I better move out because I know I won't control myself.

So I decided to meet Frederick here at the club. We've been friends since 7th grade. He was helping me with English.

All the girls here… they have my attention but they just in need of something Leilani has.

“Are you okay bro?” Frederick asked and I turned to him. “Yes. I'm okay.”

“Is it this about Little flower? Dude you're too obsessed with her.” Did I mention that I tell Frederick everything? But sometimes he figure them out himself.

“Yo—” when I was about to explain. I got interrupted.

“LEILA!!!” I heard a voice and I turned to dancefloor and I saw her. Leilani, my flower. Fiorellino. She exposed her curvy figure in those trucksuits.

“There she is bro.” I pointed her to Fred and he raised his eyebrows.

“Th… that's your brother’s fianceé.” I looked at him and nodded. I licked my lips. When I turned back to her she was having a conversation that ended pretty fast with a man. That later followed her.

“Merde…” I touched between my eyes.

“Do you want me to follow them?” I shook my heard.

“I will.” I stood up.

Vincenzo walked down to the door and he found the man harassing Them. Leilani even knee kicked him to his groin area, making him more mad.

“Non le metterei un dito addosso se fossi in te.” There was warning in his voice. Even the man himself let go of Leilani

{I wouldn't put a finger on her if I were you}

“… now. Get lost.” The man didn't even have a chance to talk.

“Guess… Princesses of this days don't need saving.” Vincenzo said and she looked at him.

"I'm not a princess may be the reason.” She said and Claire busted into laughter.

“Man… when you spoke italian. You looked hot. I know a few phrases. io sono stupido.” Vincenzo smirked and took out his phone. {I'm stupid}

“Can you take these ladies home. Yeah yeah. I'll pay you.” He then hanged up the phone.

“Why did you come here by yourself?” Leilani raised her eyebrows. “Excuse me?”

“Something might have happened to you Leilani. It's dangerous out here.” Leilani laughed to his words.

“I can take care of myself, thank you for caring.” She was sarcastic. He looked at her.

“I'm here. I'm here.” Frederick said and gave them a look. “I believe the person I'm taking home. Is this one.” He didn't even wait for the response because he knew lust was in the air. It was suffocating.

“Hey. Let's go home.” Fred walked with Claire to Vincenzo’s car.

“Hey babe. You still want me to dance for you?” a stripper walked to them touching Vincenzo. Leilani parted her lips and synced ‘wow.’ She looked at him and rolled her eyes which angered Vincenzo but she was lucky enough to return back to the club.

“Let's go inside.” Vincenzo walked along with the stripper inside and his eyes looked for her.

She was having her second shot at the bar. He raised his hand as an order for his guards to follow him.

“Fiorellino. What are you doing?” He was calm. She looked at him.

“My name's Leilani. Leilani Fucking Reed.” She yelled on his face. “Last time when you were this close we kissed. You don't want that to happen, do you?” he said.

She cringed and aimed to slap him but he caught her hand and took the other one to bind them together and tied them with his tie.

“No more drinking for you.” He said and a man walked to him.

“Portala di sopra adesso.” He gave an order and the man nodded. Leilani was confused. {Take her upstairs now.}

The man picked her up but she screamed all over when he walked to her to the VIP section. But who would hear her when the music is too loud.

Vincenzo then walked upstairs himself and sat down. Leilani on the other hand was fighting the guard.

He raised his hand and the guard walked away.

“You want me to go down on you babe?” A stripper asked and Leilani had to witness everything. She crossed her leg when she saw Vincenzo pulling the girl's hair and controlling her.

“I want to go home.” Leilani said with a sturdy voice and he didn't even pay attention her. He was busy mumbling in Italian.

“She's lesbian. Get her a stripper.” Leilani's eyes went wide open and she looked at him. Vincenzo fixed himself. And she rolled her eyes.

“Stop rolling your eyes at me.” Vincenzo said calmly and she done it again. He pulled her long face.

“Fiore mio... non mi ripeto due volte. Buono?” She didn't even know what it meant she nodded. Because she knew it was a warning.

{My flower ... I don't repeat myself twice. Good?}

He untied her hands and she was free. She looked at him sitting back. Anger ranged in her that she took a drink on the table and drank it all.

“Leilani!” Vincenzo yelled to her and everything was black. Who would just grab a drink from the table and just drink it?