Chapter 9: Wild Roses II

They descend to the underground club that is packed with party-goers.

"This is gonna be fun!" Chealsy exclaims.

"Let's go!" Sophia says as she goes ahead. They follow.

"Let's do this! Let's party!" Stephanie shouts against the loud EDM music.

They go to the center of the dance floor and start grooving.

"Let's do this again!" Primrose shouts, throwing her hands up in the air as she dances like it's the happiest moment of her life.

"Hey~ why don't you sizzle this place up?" Chealsy points at Camille.

"I don't know~" she replies as she looks around at the people dancing.

"Come on," Sophia encourages.

With the alcohol and her broken heart intoxicating her system, Camille becomes fearless--- more confident!

"Hold my clutch bag!" she tells Chealsy, who is smiling wide.

"Camille! Camille! Camille!" the ladies cheer as she goes up the stage and starts making magic with her body.

When she's dancing, she forgets everything. All she can see is herself telling stories with every move that she makes.

People begin to cheer as they watch her dance. Phones begin to record.

Then, she points at her friends and signals them to join her. They dance jovially in every kind of music played. They seem full of energy--- full of life!

Then, they get down the stage to dance with the handsome men who have been hitting on them while they dance on the stage.

"Hi! Name's Jonathan and you are?"

"I'm Chealsy and I like your eyes. They seem telling me what you wanna do tonight," she says as her face draws closer to his.

"Oh my god! How can she do that?" Primrose asks the other ladies as they watch Chealsy make out with Jonathan.

"Just be bold~" Sophia answers.

"Can you see that guy standing at the bar?" Stephanie asks while gesturing at the man, who looks decent.

"Yeah! And?" Primrose says.

"Go ahead and start a chat!" Stephanie suggests.

"What should I say? What should I do? What if I mess up?"

"Fuck! Just go! If you mess up then turn your attention to another guy," Sophia yells.

Primrose takes a deep breath and walks to him.

"Uhm... excuse me~," she says.

He turns to her with a questioning look.

"Oh sorry... Primrose!"

"James~" he introduces while shaking her extended hand.

"I have noticed that you're alone. Would you like some company?" she says in a sultry voice.

"Oh sure! Nice dance up there!" he comments while smiling warmly.

"Thanks! My friend is actually the one killing it," she says as he drinks.

"I agree. She does look like a dancing machine. But, you seem to have the groove as well," he states. She smiles.

"Are you here coz you're broken-hearted or because you're desperate to find love?" James asks.

Primrose is flustered with his question, making her quiet.

"I thought, you came here to give me company. I guess, you are the one who needs comfort," he says.

She smiles sadly.

"Care to share?" he asks, warmly.

Primrose can't understand why, but she finds herself telling him her story, leaving the names out of course.

"So you are saying that you fall in love with a guy, but unsure whether he likes you or not?"

She nods.

"Maybe, you need to tell him!"

"What?! No! That's so "unwoman- ish"!"

He chuckles.

"Uh~ alright! So, are you saying that women should not tell their feelings to the men they like?"

"Yeah~ women should wait for men to confess!"

"Okay~ what if you like me and I don't know about it. So, I go~ dating other women or probably my ex. What would you do? Stay in the corner and wait for me to tell you my feelings? Even if it takes eternity? Sometimes, you need to take risks!"

"But... what if he rejects me? Or humiliates me?"

"At least you have a clear idea about how he feels about you!"

"Easy to say!"

"Hey~ rejection is better than false hopes!"

Primrose thinks for a moment.

"Thanks! I feel better. Anyway, why do you sound eerily similar to someone?" she asks while tilting her head.

"I am sorry, but I haven't properly introduced myself. James Harold Mcgrath~"

"The famous DJ and composer in Mevious city?!"

She screams when he nods. Out of excitement, she hugs him. He chuckles as he hugs her back.

"Oh my gosh! I have to tell my friends!" she screams as she calls for her friends.

"Really?!" they scream excitedly when Primrose introduces him to them.

"I thought, I am only known in Mevious," he says.

"Are you kidding? I listen to every song you wrote!" Letizia gushes.

"Me, too!" the other ladies agree.

They take photos. Solo. Pair. Group. And they have fun doing so.

"Why don't we transfer upstairs? For a better chat?" Chealsy invites, excitedly.

The others invite him, too. He thinks for a moment.

"I think, there's no harm in that! Seems no one knows who I am, but you!" he says.

The ladies scream excitedly.

At the mansion...

"Guys~ guys~ guys! You have to see this!" Mon shouts at the other lords.

"What?" Jay asks in irritation while doing his push-ups--- with his uninjured hand.

"Ben! Come down here goddammit!" Mon yells.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" Ben shouts back as he descends the stairs.

"Look!" Mon yells as he shows his phone to them.

They all look dumbfounded as they watch a video of the ladies dancing seductively on the stage at the club.

"Fuck!" Leo shouts.

"Are they in Oasis?" Jay asks in a thunderous voice.

"Damn!" Ben grunts.

"What?!" they ask him.

"Letizia asked me where to find the best club!" Ben explains. "Shit!"

"Wait~ wait! You gave to see this!" Ron says.

They watch the photos of the ladies with a man captioned:

"Famous DJ and composer from Mevious spotted chilling out with Five Hot Ladies in Oasis."

Then a series of photos goes with it. Some hugging him. Some are pretending to kiss him. Some are carried by him.

"This happened because of you!" Leo yells as he pushes Ben.

"Bullshit!" Ben hisses and pushes him back.

"This is your goddam fault!" Ron yells.

"Shut the fuck up!" Jay roars. Then, he kicks Mon's phone.

"Why the hell did you do that?!" Mon growls and punches Jay.

They rumble. Pushing and punching anyone.

Then, the sound of a broken glass catches their attention. They all turn their heads and see Jason on top of the stairs staring at them.

"Don't waste your time fighting, idiots! Sophia texted me. They are going to the apartment of whoever that James is in 10 mins!" He smirks as he turns and goes back to his room.