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I almost dropped my credit card and phone at the sound of a gravelly voice from right behind me.

I glanced back to see the football player I had given a painkiller to yesterday and instructed to rest for two days.

Yet now he was here, at a club.

"You scared me!" I spoke over the loud music with a laugh, not having any room in my brain to find this the least bit weird.

"I am naturally quite terrifying," he shot me a grin, taking a step forward to be able to lean his elbows onto the bar counter, "what are you doing here, Scarlett?"

His eyes moved between the busy bartender and a tipsy me while I turned to lean my front against the side of the counter as well.

"It's Friday and I have this weekend off," I told him, before shaking my head, "what are you doing here? Didn't I tell you to take a few days to rest from the concussion? A club is definitely not a good place for you now, mister..."

He seemed amused as he eyed me with those dark eyes of his. I noticed he had tattoos on his arms, but wasn't in a clear enough state to be able to begin studying them.

"You're not sober, are you?" He then chuckled to himself, motioning for the bartender to come over.

"I'm moderately functional," I shrugged, brows furrowing since I had been waiting here for what felt like ages, and this man had managed to gain the bartender's attention with just a simple nod.

"I'll take that as a no," he shot me a smile while I found myself staring at him.

"What can I get you, Black?" The bartender had just left all the other eagerly awaiting customers for what's-his-name.

"Three Coronas, and keep them coming," he spoke before looking back at me, "what's your poison, Tinker Bell?"

I ran a hand through my hair and extended my other arm further onto the counter, palm down, "four Malibu Cocktails, please."

The bartender nodded and rushed off to prepare them.

I turned to face the man's side while he still leaned his arms on the counter, giving me a very nice side profile. I watched as he took a few notes out of his wallet, and my brows furrowed. He was taking way too much money out just for three Coronas. 

"Oh, no," I quickly shook my head, causing him to look over at me as I began waving my credit card in front of his face, "I'll pay for my drinks."

He chuckled and shook his head, "you saved my life yesterday. I'm paying."

"I gave you a paracetamol," I reasoned, feeling almost uncomfortable with how a few guys at the end of the bar area were eyeing me.

"And now I'm thanking you for it," he gave me a small wink, the sides of his lips tugging up into a small smirk.

I narrowed my eyes at him a little, before simply deciding to give in. I wasn't a very good debater with alcohol in my system.

"You know you shouldn't be drinking alcohol after a brain injury," I then leaned a bit closer so he could hear me over the loud and pumping music, "it can increase the risk of developing depression."

"Not my first concussion, birdie. Now that someone told my teammate I can't play in tonight's practice, coach forced me to take a free night," he explained, a teasing tone in his voice, "you practically forced me to go clubbing."

I snorted, "you could have just stayed home to rest..."

The black tee shirt he was wearing, along with the black skinny jeans, definitely portrayed his well-toned body. I was shamelessly checking him out, and he was very well aware of it.

"What's the fun in that? I wouldn't have bumped into you, now, would've I?"

I gave him a small smile as the three Coronas arrived in front of him. The man gave the bartender a nod and handed him the money before watching as he left to prepare my friend's and my drinks.

"I'm sorry, what was your name again?" I let out an awkward laugh when he looked back down at me. My tipsy mind had caused it to completely slip away for the time being.

"You don't know my name?" He raised his brows at me a little before clearing his throat and shaking his head, "sorry, ignore that. That was the single most cocky thing I've ever said."

I grinned delicately and waited for him to continue.

"I'm Theo Black. Do you have last name, Scarlett?"

"Scarlett Dubois," I told him with a small nod before my phone suddenly began vibrating furiously in my hand, almost causing me to jump. Both of us looked down at it. My friends were spamming me with messages, wondering if I had got lost and was okay.

"Your boyfriend?" Theo cleared his throat, turning his buff body to face mine. I shook my head with a laugh while sending a reply telling them I'd be back at our table in a few minutes.

"No, I'm single. My friends are just worried about what's taking me so long," I looked up at him and watched a mischievous grin form onto his lips.

"You could just tell them you've bumped into a hot football player, I'm sure they'd understand," he joked, and I laughed again. I gently ran my hand along his upper arm, in an almost flirty manner, since we were so close.

"Here you go," I didn't have time to get lost in his eyes, since all too soon the bartender had slid the four cocktails over the counter and towards me.

I thanked him over the music before turning back to the attractive man in front of me.

"You're very good looking," he then told me, taking the three Coronas easily into his hands while I struggled to carry even two of my drinks.

"I'm the living embodiment of 'it could be worse'," I told him with a giggle, not having time to even reach for the fourth cocktail as he picked it up.

"Let me help you, Tinker Bell," he grinned, amused by my struggles. I just nodded and turned around to walk through the mass of people towards the table where Linda, Cherry and Elise were waiting for me.

The three women squealed when they saw me, all equally drunk as I was. I somehow managed to place the three cocktails onto the table without spilling any of them, while Theo reached over from behind me to place the fourth down.

I watched as all of their eyes focused on him, while I felt a shiver go down my spine at the feel of his front brushing against my back.

I knew if Linda opened her mouth she'd end up embarrassing me in at least five different ways, so I quickly spun around in my body-hugging black dress to face the man standing extremely close to me.

"Thank you," I gave him a smile. He gave me a nod, before taking his phone out.

"Will you give me your number? Just in case I need another paracetamol?" He grinned after I'd laughed.

I took his phone into my hands and began adding my number.

I checked twice that I had gotten my own number right, before returning his phone to him.

"Do you want to join us?" I then asked him, since all the women behind me had danced and flirted with at least three different men since we'd arrived. My only contact with the male species here had been with Theo, really.

"I've got friends waiting," he nodded over the lower level in the club, where people were dancing, and to a darker and higher level. There seemed to be booths and a few topless waitresses— wow, okay.

"I'll text you," he told me in a way that rendered me quite speechless, "enjoy the rest of your night, ladies."

He gave a very attractive smile first to my friends behind me, and then to me, before disappearing into the crowd of people.

When I sat back down next to Elise, I was bombarded with all types of questions.

"You know he's a Leo?"

We had all taken one Malibu Cocktail.

"It's a little creepy that you know that," I told Elise with a laugh. She just shrugged, sipping her drink.

"He's the assistant captain on the national football team, of course, I know his horoscope," she reasoned, "you should still be a little wary of Leo's, by the way. They tend to be—"

"He's the one you needed the paracetamol for yesterday?" Linda cut her off, jumping to the conclusion with a gasp.

"I don't understand why you're all making such a big deal out of this," I just shook my head with a small smile, "he just offered to buy these drinks as a thank you for helping him yesterday. I probably embarrassed myself in front of him anyway, I've drunk a little too—"

"Oh, Lord! Theo Black bought these drinks?" Cherry moaned while tilting her head backwards. It was almost as if she was pretending to have an orgasm of sorts.

"I hate you all," I chuckled, concentrating on my drink while the three women grinned at me.

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