“Isn't he fucking hot?” The girls giggled, ogling at him while sipping from their glasses.

I was ogling just as much. Right from when he made his entrance. His all-black attire was sexy as fuck. And those dark shades and the few locks he braided his hair into. He looked every bit the stud tonight.

Him. Vince Walker. The man of the night.

It was finally his birthday and I've been feeling as crappy as I knew I'd feel if I came here. Been feeling that way since I walked right through the ...