In His Arms

Wanting to escape the blasted music booming across the entire building, Alexa stepped through the back door that opened into the back alley with trash to be disposed of.

She groaned with relief and crouched to the ground as she embraced the welcoming silence that filled the alley.

Christopher Vice's party had the club swarming with people, therefore increasing her workload as well as everyone else who worked in the club. She had spotted him with two blondes when she had gone in to help in the store, and for a brief moment, their eyes had met, and it was awkward.

Her head still throbbed with pain, and a numbing sensation coursed through her limbs, but she attributed them to fatigue.

She hadn't slept well in days, and while she could use some hours of sleep, she couldn't do it, except the idea of a makeshift bed from piles of trash was appealing to her.