TWISTED FATES BOOK 1: THE FIRST TWIST by Jacklyn Rogers (e book reader for pc txt) 📗

mischievously took hold of his swollen organ and placed it into her welcoming mouth. Her boyfriend was feeling quite enthralled as he gazed down at the bright crimson-haired woman. He watched as she greedily licked and sucked his aching member. He bit down on his lower lip as ecstasy engulfed him. His hands gripped her bright red hair tightly as he closed his eyes, and thrust fervently into her mouth, lost in his fantasies. For a split second, he felt a sense of Déjà vu.

His wolf stirred again.

Slade felt it too.

"Damn, baby." He let out a throaty moan. "Your sweet fucking mouth reminds me of Christmas."

Chapter 10

Sammie's POV

It was Friday night, and I was getting ready for a night on the town with my GFs Astrid and Shay. Ever since my falling out with Dasha a few months ago, I feared that I'd never have a warm connection with another person again. Thankfully, I was wrong; Astrid and Shay turned out to be awesome friends and managed to pull me out of my pity party filled slump.

It genuinely warmed my heart to have that kind of intimacy again, something I realized had actually been missing from Dasha's and my friendship even before she turned her back on me.

Looking back now, it was so friggin obvious that mine and Dasha's friendship was already displaying signs of its deterioration in the preceding months. I guess I just didn't want to acknowledge the numerous occasions where Dasha's hostility towards me manifested itself over the most minuscule things, especially whenever we would talk on the phone. She would refuse to video chat or Skype. I just made excuses for Dasha's behavior as a desperate attempt to keep our friendship alive. Hell, I even blamed myself in the beginning for probing into Dasha's personal life. But now I understood that whether I had questioned Dasha or not, the collapse of our relationship was inevitable.

Dasha made that quite apparent.

I had already made my mind up that I was no longer going to dwell on my past failures. I was ready to move forward with friends that actually gave a shit about me as I do them. I was finally feeling better about myself and had even pondered the possibility of starting to date again seriously.

I said pondered people, but no guarantees ... ha hah.

Who knows, maybe tonight's the night I'd meet my future Mr. Right, but I wasn't holding my breath.

I mean, not trying to sound conceited but, I knew I was reasonably attractive, and let's face it, the odds of finding Mr. Right at some nightclub were pretty much slim to none. The men that happened to frequent those establishments tend to fall in the category of Mr. Right now. Tonight, I was totally in the mood to strut my stuff by wearing something flirty and daring. I decided on a black suede tie back halter crop-top with skintight silver jeans and my silver Manolo strappy stilettos.

I loved me some strappy stilettos.

Before heading out, I grabbed my black leather motorcycle jacket just in case it got chilly after the club. I opted to take an Uber if the girls and I got a little too wild, which we tended to do quite often.

Better to be safe than sorry.

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When I arrived at Club Fang, a half-hour later, I was immediately greeted with a torrent of loud techno music bursting throughout the entire structure. The place was jam-packed, but the girls and I had a designated meeting area for such occasions, the end of the second bar furthest away from the dance floor.

I confidentially sauntered towards my two attractive gal pals, who were already being ogled by several men in their nearby vicinity. I felt a sudden prickle along the back of my neck, making the tiny hairs stand on end. It felt as if someone was watching me but, when I stopped and turned around to survey the area, no one appeared to be paying me any mind. I decided to dismiss that awkward discomfort and continue over to Shay and Astrid. Upon arrival, I was greeted with a massive hug from both.

I admired these two lovelies. Shay, who in my opinion, could have been a model at almost 5'11, had legs for days, flawless caramel-colored skin, deep mocha colored eyes, and long honey blond hair just curled at the ends. Tonight she was wearing a black leather mini and a sheer gold single shoulder crop top that exposed a black strapless bralette beneath it. Astrid was like the total opposite of Shay. She was about my height with very fair skin and dark grey colored eyes, and a short royal blue bobbed hairdo. Astrid was donned in tight ripped blue jeans and a red fitted Lycra cropped tank top. These two were undeniably eye-catching in their own right.

"Holy Shit, ladies, you look fucking A-ma-zing!" I shouted.

Shay let out a hearty laugh.

"Look who's talking bitch," she joked, "some of us would kill to be able to have those abs, girl. You look HOT... tssssssss." Shay emphasized her statement by pretending to burn her finger when she ran it along my bare shoulder, which triggered the three of us to suddenly burst into a massive fit of laughter.

And to think we weren't even drunk yet.

After the three of us slammed a round of Tequila shots at the bar, we decided to order a round of cocktails to accompany us as we made our way over to a black high-top table not too far from the dance floor.

Once we finished our first round of drinks, I grabbed the attention of one of the club's cocktail waitresses and ordered us another round for later.

I pretty much already decided that I'd switch to water after the next round. I was absolutely not in the mood to get too tipsy tonight, so I was pacing myself. Astrid and Shay, who happened to be roomies, were lucky enough to take an Uber here as I