Chapter Five: Breaking News

Trevor I drove down at top speed towards the club downtown. I raced over the highway, feeling the rush of the wind against my face. Relishing the pure rush of adrenaline, I maneuvered my car through the cars on the road. The traffic lights ahead were about to flash the red sign, so I stepped down on the gas, whipping past in a blur. My mouth curved into a mischievous smirk, loving the thrill of the race. The tires screeched loudly as I swerved off the road towards the path leading to the gated entrance of the club. I didn't lessen my speed, zooming past the gates and pulling to a halt at the VIP entrance to the club. A valet in a suit rushed towards me to take my car. "Welcome, Mr. Lawrence." He bowed politely, taking the keys from me. I could already hear the pulsating beat of the music in the club from the entrance as I walked through it. Disco lights cast a kaleidoscope of colors over the walls and everywhere in the dimly lit room. Everyone dancing on the stage was a blur of purple and several other colors, their bodies rocking to the fast, rock and roll music playing. I angled my way towards my booth. Within a few minutes, my table was filled with my order. I leaned comfortably into my seat, raising a bottle of liquor to my mouth and chugging its contents down my throat. I attuned myself to the jazz of the music, feeling the vibration thrumming in the space thrumming down my veins. I watched the gyrating bodies on the stage, getting myself wrapped in the ambiance. The strong smell of liquor, cigars, and sweaty bodies wafted through my nose as the air shifted. My body stilled when a pair of slender fingers settled on my shoulders. The smell of an exotic women's perfume that had been overused by its owner accompanied it, and I tilted my head up to see who it was. A mass of curly brown hair fell over my shoulders as the woman towered over my face, her mouth lacing itself with mine. I wiped her lipstick off my mouth with my thumb after she moved away, gliding off to seat on the opposite side of the booth chair. Her eyes flashed with a mischievous grin as she sat. Her boobs seemed to spill out of her dress, and she generously revealed more of that with her posture as she sat. "What was that?" I demanded, rubbing the lipstick on my thumb against my index finger. It still adhered, so I fished out my handkerchief and wiped it clean. "Don't be coy, Trevor. I heard you are back on the market." I cupped a corner of my mouth, narrowing my gaze. "Do I know you?" "Rihanna," she introduced, extending her hand forward. "That's my name." "You're very bold for an escort." Her eyes flashed with annoyance. "What? Do I look like an escort to you?" I appraised her look, fixing my gaze on her ample boobs. "Yes." Her cheek twitched. "You are a bastard!" "Why don't you sashay off as you've come? I don't do bitches like you." She stomped to her feet, her face contorted in annoyance. "You will regret this. You don't know who my father is." I snorted. "Oh! Daddy's girl." I furrowed my brows in mockery, mimicking fear. "I'm wetting my pants here." Then, with a blank face, I growled, "Get lost!" Her hands balled into fists at her sides, and she stormed away. I watched her leave, observing that she wasn't here alone. She was here with friends. I clucked my tongue and tipped the bottle back over my mouth. Someone slapped me hard on the back, and I wanted to curse at the person when I turned. "Man!" Matt was grinning like an idiot as he got into the booth with Eric. "I almost choked. What was that?" I glared at him, although I wasn't pissed as I ought to have been at him. Matt and Eric were my chill buddies. We had been best friends from college and were often regarded as birds of the same feather. We could have been triplets with our personalities if not for the difference in looks and family backgrounds. Matt was the second son of the Chairman of JK Law Firm, a prestigious law firm in Toronto, while Eric was the son of Assemblyman Salvatore. "You are remorseless, dude," Eric answered, ignoring my remark. "You just broke another babe's heart." He gestured his chin towards the direction Rihanna had left. "Just within three days," Matt indicated with his fingers. He helped himself to one of the bottles on the table, uncorking it. "Those are my orders," I hissed. "Have you added stinginess to breaking hearts?" Eric teased, grabbing another bottle for himself and drinking. "Why didn't you tell us you were around?" Matt asked, placing his bottle down on the table, but not relinquishing his hold on it. "We wouldn't have known if we hadn't seen that girl?" Eric said. "Your signature trails you everywhere." "Did you tell me you were here either? You were content to have fun without me?" "So, you knew we were around and you still chose another table?" Matt scoffed in disbelief. "Is it the breakup?" Eric asked. "You're unusually cranky today." Matt sputtered a hiss, angling his bottle toward me. "When has Trevor never been angry? He's a walking mass of fury." "And heartbreaks," Eric added, and the two laughed heartily. "Are you done making fun of me?" I asked them grimly. Matt hiccuped on his laugh, waving a finger while he caught his breath. On a serious note, Eric looked at me. "What's wrong? You're unusually moody today. It's strange." "I'm not. I'm not just in the mood." My mood had just clouded within the minutes I stepped into the restaurant. Eric was right. My current temperament was strange. Rather than being annoyed at Rihanna's coquetry, I would have flirted right back with her. Hell! We would have gotten a room by now. I wasn't much for talk when it came to bimbos. Actions spoke louder than words, and that's why, despite my reputation, bitches kept craving my company. They would do anything to be the next in line after whoever I was dating was out of the way. "Maybe I should race." I murmured under my breath. I enjoyed the rush of the breeze while I drove down here better than now. My mood didn't seem to align with the environment today. I didn't feel the usual exhilaration chilling here often evoked within me. "Nonsense! You just don't want to talk about it," Matt said, brushing his fingers dismissively in the air. "Guess what?" He leaned closer. "The media already beat you to it." I furrowed my brows. "What?" "Here. Look." Matt scrolled through his phone and flashed the news page to me and Eric. "LawOil and Gas Heir Trevor Lawrence to Marry Holden Group Heiress Celine Holden," Matt read out the headline. Eric sucked in the air in surprise. "Really?" I was stunned. "That's crap!" I hissed, hitting my palm on the table.