5 Five.

Zandia's POV

It didn't take long for Debbie to finish her fourth shot. "Okay, talk to me, what's going on?" I asked as I pulled the shot glass and bottle of whiskey away from her.

She shrugged, "We are celebrating." She giggled trying to get the glass back from me.

"Oh no young lady. You say we are celebrating but you are acting like someone who wants to drown in her sorrows." I know I shouldn't push her to speak. I know this but I figured it would be best if she let it out. I do have an idea what this might be about, and I know Frank's betrayal is something that still hurts her even when she pretends to be fine.

When she had first told me about it, she made it sound like it was a story she had heard randomly and not something that had occurred to her.

Using work as an excuse, she has been trying her best to not cry, but the alcohol must be messing with her mood.

"He texted me earlier. He wants to explain and hopes we could get back together." I scoffed making her smile.

"I must have made him think I was a fool during our relationship else, I cannot begin to fathom the audacity he had to contact me and tell me such nonsense." So she isn't getting drunk because of the betrayal and breakup, she is drinking because she was disrespected.

"I mea... Holy modafuc..." Inhaling slowly, Debb's eyes stayed glued to something probably behind me. I turned around and walking into the club was a piece of hot specimen. The best I have ever laid eyes on. He seemed to be whispering something to his friend as they were ushered to the VIP section. Like a moth, my eyes stayed on him as though he was the prettiest fire I had ever seen. A fire I wouldn't mind getting burned by.

"Did I say you shouldn't lose your virginity rashly? I was wrong. Losing it to that man would be an achievement, one worth carving and placing on a wall or shelf to look at all day, every day." Debbie's words made me stop staring at them as I turned to look at her. I wasn't repulsed by her words, I was rather surprised. I had thought she too was interested in him.

"I thought you liked him." I asked her wondering why she would be pushing me to him.

"Do you really not know me yet? I have a preference and he isn't it." Debbie being weird said she wanted someone others wouldn't classify as good looking. She wanted a man whom only she would see the beauty of, only she would appreciate his looks. 'Good looking men are trouble. There will always be ladies lurking around wanting taste of him. That is not something I want for myself. I would rather be with a man they think of as ugly.' Since high school that has always been her decision.

"He is looking this way." She suddenly told me. "At you actually." She added grinning while my cheeks turned red suddenly.

"You cannot be certain. He might be looking at you instead." I wasn't saying this to be modest, Debbie is a beauty who always attracts people's eyes on her when she walks by. I wouldn't be surprised if the one who caught his attention was her.

"I should know when I am being checked out by a man, and right now, I can assure you his eyes hasn't looked me over." She winked grinning. I was forcing myself to not look their way.

"But would you be down to do it with him if he was?" She suddenly ask.

"He might be a psychopath." I told her. Of course I would be down to do that with him. It should be a good first experience.

"Really? Have you ever seen a psychopath that good-looking? That would only be a waste of such good looks." Her words only made me chuckle. "So I am going to head over there and ask him if he is down." She added causing a panic in me.

"No, you aren't." That would be so embarrassing especially if he says he isn't interested. How ridiculing would that be?! "And besides we were talking about you before he got here." How did I allow myself to get distracted from what is important.

"Yes, I wouldn't actually head there alone, but instead, we would go there together." I raised a brow at her abrupt change. She had been against it when I said I would lose it to any random guy from the club. "And about that discussion, it is useless. I am not going back to him, neither am I interested in hearing whatever he has to say, and that's that." I nodded. Since she wants to drop the talk, then we should, for now.

"You really want me to do it?" She only raised a brow. I guess I only wanted her encouragement as I was certain I wanted this. I wanted to lose it before my twenty fifth birthday, it is a goal of mine that I aim to achieve.

"I do want to do it. Heck I would do it if he was down." I told her smiling. It is just a one nightstand after all. I might never even meet him again so why not, if I have the opportunity to?

"Then let's go dance." She suddenly says as she pulls me to the dance floor.

"How is this meant to get me laid?" I had to yell a bit since the music was loud.

"Oh because if he is interested, he wouldn't want others getting you except he is a coward. And if he is, then he is not qualified to have you." She winked as we both let the music lead us. I soon felt a presence behind me and I instinctively looked toward the VIP section. There he was, staring.

"Wanna take this elsewhere?" A voice asked behind me making me turn to see who my new partner was. Had I not seen that fine piece upstairs, I would have regarded him as good looking but now...

"No. I am okay." I politely rejected as I moved away from him. He was too close for comfort. But the guy didn't seem to understand my language or he just thought it was okay to ignore my rejection.

"Come on, you will have a great time. I promise, I am going to handle you so well." I don't know what he might have been trying to achieve by making his voice sound hoarse but he definitely had me almost gagging.

"I already was having a good time until you came around. So get away before I kick that which you might be needing for your good time." I threatened causing him to laugh.

"Feisty and fat. Just as I love my ladies. Come on, let's get going." I stared at him wondering if he had hearing issues or if he was just too stupid to comprehend what I said.

Debbs although intoxicated and having the time of her life, moved over to us. "Hey you good?" She asked.

"Yeah, your friend and I were just making plans to go someplace quiet." He replied before I could and Debbs did her signature reaction by raising a brow.

"Follow me." She clasped her hand with mine as she tried to move us away until he held my other arm.

"Come on, we should go." I pulled my arm from him wanting to slap him. How dare he?! But Debbie nudged at me to just keep moving.

The guy followed us as Debbie moved us toward the VIP section. 'What the hell is she doing?' I wondered as she clasped my hand tightly as we approached the man whose presence hasn't been unnoticed by me.

"Shouldn't you head back now?" She turned to the guy who had shamelessly followed us up here. "Or you want her man to punch you before you do?" She added. The guy who had come clubbing with the fine specimen only sat grinning while the hot man's gaze which was enough to get me into submission only watched us, his face void of any expression.

"Your bitches are nothing but whores." He spat bitterly gazing at the two men.

"What does that make you then? Since you can't even get them to follow you home." His grinning friend mockingly responded. His tone was mocking, but there was this intimidating tone in his words, it was as though he is daring him to say another word.

The coward must have noticed that too as he only glared and walked away.

"Thank you for helping us." Debbs said smiling. "We should get going." She nudged at me.

"If you leave now, he will only harass you even more. Why not join us instead for a drink?" He suggested and Debbie shamelessly made a look. One of shock.

"Thank you so much. I hope we aren't interrupting any discussion though?" Seeing her seated, I too took a seat beside her.

"No, just a stressful day at work and we are here to let go of some stress." He told us still smiling.

"Well we are out here celebrating something great." Debbs smiled.

"Awesome. Let's drink to more great things." He raised his glasses and we followed. The quiet man surprisingly also raised his glasses and drank to it.

"Do not mind my manners, I am Hendery, and this is Jake." Jake.

"I am Deborah, mostly called Debbie, and beside me is Zandia." Debbs introduced and I foolishly waved muttering hi. "Isn't she such a cutie?" Debbs asked smiling.

Hendery and Debbs were the ones who mostly brought up things to discuss about, I only made small inputs. But Jake had stayed quiet all through, only listening.

"So are you single Zandia?" Hendery's abrupt question got me coughing.

"I am... I mean yes, I am single." Was he asking for his friend or for himself? I knew Jake had been staring at me, I had caught him doing that a few times. So when his friend asked, I couldn't help getting my hopes up.

"Well I am married, but he isn't." He pointed at his friend. Laughing, "He is definitely killing me tomorrow, I do hope you will come to pay me a last respect, you both actually."

"Shut up." For the first time, a voice that reverberated in my ear could be heard. His voice was calm, authoritative, and definitely manly.

"Actually, I was going to ask, how much would it cost me to have you for the night?" Debbs asked, "Oh not you Hendery, your ring has been an obvious proof that you are a taken man." She smiled.

"I can't be bought. And even if I could be, you could never be able to pay for me." Jake said it so confidently that I laughed. Of course, they both look and smell of wealth, I could never be able to pay him.

"And I am sorry Debbie, you are pretty, yes, but I am not into you." He added, his gaze on me "Your friend, on the other hand, I wouldn't mind getting to know." Oh my God!

"Well hottie, I wasn't into you either. And don't be too certain, we might just be able to afford you." Debbs teased.

Hendery had a call and he excused himself, Debbie soon made an excuse of wanting to visit the ladies' room and left leaving us both.

"One night, and I will pay you whatever you want." What? Is he thinking I am a whore?! I guess, I mean I literally have been here drooling about him, and except he is an idiot, he would know why we came up here. I am literally whoring myself to him.

"One night. And no contact whatsoever." He nodded agreeing. "You are not a psychopath though, are you?" I asked and his lips curled into a smile.

"Wouldn't you find that out yourself?" He smiled even more while sipping his drink.

"And I am not taking a penny from you." I added.

One night, and tomorrow I won't be a virgin anymore!!!