Sick For Them

Dhalia POV I have a smile on my face with the final touch added. I’m ready, regardless of what tonight brings. I'll make the most of the entire situation. Then, I will get drunk and hope I’m too hungover to care about tomorrow. We'll be completely wasted by the time we even get there!” Sarah laughs, and she isn’t wrong. Sarah says that April has meticulously planned my Hen party. We have drinks here, and once we're ready, they will leave me behind and head to the next location. I’m getting taken there after Carl has given me my surprise. "So, who knows about my secret?" I ask, smiling at them. "Trust me, it's going to be absolutely incredible." From what I hear, it includes naked men,” April laughs. “He wants to make tonight one for you to remember. So, we’ve got to leave, and then his plan is in motion,” April explains. Excitement buzzes through me, and I bite down on my lip. “Okay, see you at the club after you get your surprise,” Sarah kisses my cheek, and I watch them leave. God, I’m already drunk. Standing in the apartment, I try to calm myself down by drinking even more. I get married tomorrow. Tomorrow! It feels like it came too quickly. That’s only because I would rather not get married, though. Carl gave April a lot of money to plan tonight. His only rule was that he had a surprise for me, and I would be taken to it before going to the club. As far as arranged marriages go, there are worse ones. Carl is handsome but clean. I like rugged men with stubble, tattoos, and the bad-boy vibe. Carl is clean and shaven. No tattoos. I dropped hints about it, but he refuses even to get one tattoo. Which is fine; it’s his choice. Still, I crave to be touched by a guy who isn’t Carl—someone who has everything that turns me on. Can tattoos be a fetish? If so, I think it’s my fetish; even if it’s not possible to be a fetish, I declare tattoos my fetish. Groaning, sit down, and fiddle with the jumper. I put it on as this apartment is freezing. When I know where I am going, I will remove it so I’m only wearing my dress. Twenty minutes later, there’s nothing. Sighing, I leave the apartment and sit outside on the step. I get a sense something went wrong. Carl isn’t the best at planning things. Taking out my phone, I hit the number and typed the message. Been waiting for twenty minutes…Shall I make my own way to the club and meet them? Hitting send on the message, I wait, but there’s no response. “Hello, Dhalia,” the rough voice sends shivers down my spine. I glance towards the Hummer limo with the window slightly down. “Your hen night, right?” I nod and bite against my lip. “Yes,” I reply. “Here, for you,” he holds his hand out of the car. I glance at my phone, and Carl replies. Your surprise is there. I look back at the car. He’s an i***t sometimes. Walking to the car, the door opens, and my body is pushed into it. I’m slammed down to the floor of the vehicle. I groan and find myself pinned down and a bag being placed over my head. “Are you for real?” I shout. “If I’m bruised somewhere that isn’t covered by my dress tomorrow, tell Carl I’ll knock him out,” I scream and kick back. The feel of something getting pushed into my mouth has my eyes rolling. I know this is April, but Carl agreed! The fact she thinks I won’t work it out is ridiculous. It’s like her hen night, where she was kidnapped and taken to a strip club. Well, I’m not happy about it. Well, not about being thrown to the floor; I swear I’m going to have a bruise on my shoulder. I kick against him but miss. My body stills. There’s no talking or noise, which confirms even more that this is them. I’m not sure how long I’m on the car of the floor before my body is dragged out and sat on a chair. It’s numb, though, and I know it’s been at least an hour. I feel rope wrap around the top of my legs, tying me to the chair. Then, more wrapping is done around each ankle and to the chair leg. The bag is pulled from my head, and the item is removed from my mouth. The guy stands in front of me and smiles. Well, he makes up for them having me kidnapped. I smirk slightly at him. He’s tall with dark hair. His eyes are a deep blue, and I can see the tattoos on his hands and neck. Yep, tattoos are certainly my fetish. I don’t speak or move. I just drink him up and pray he’s the one stripping because if not, I might actually f*****g sulk. “You didn’t tie my arms down,” I taunt and wave them at him. He glances at me briefly before looking down at his phone. “Shouldn’t they be tied down as well?” I ask, and he turns to face me. “You won’t escape with me here, so there’s no need to have your arms fastened down,” his voice sends shivers along my spine, and I swear his voice is seductive. It’s like listening to an audiobook. I can imagine him saying smutty things with that mouth. My head falls back. How long is this going to take? I assumed by how something more would be happening? He seems lost in his phone and whatever he’s doing. Maybe he’s waiting for Carl to give him orders? My foot taps against the floor, and he turns and glares at me. “What? I’m bored, what’s the plan, big man? Sit me here for hours and waste most of my hen night on this wooden chair while you have your secret conversations on your phone?” His eyes roll, and he looks at me. “You do realise you’ve been kidnapped, right?” He looks at me, and I roll my eyes. “Sure, I have been. Just finish up, play pretend, and get to the good part, right?” I smile at him, and he groans. “Look, Angel, I’m waiting for someone to get here, then we will discuss why we took you,” he smiles, and I laugh. “I already know why, so come on, start dancing, or is that who you’re waiting for?” His eyes widen at my words, and I laugh. “You have the wrong idea,” he mutters and frowns at his phone. “I’ve got the right idea. When’s the music going to start?” His eyes roll, and he turns his back to me. I laugh and watch the door open, and two other guys enter. Well, I won’t complain now. They walk further in and stop by the guy. Well, this just got so much more interesting. “So, which one of you is the stripper?” I laugh, and one of the new guys looks at me. His dark brown eyes pierce through me. f**k he looks scary but still hot at the same time. He turns away from me, leans into the other guy, and whispers something. “Come on! Music, dance and strip.” I smirk. I am so damn drunk. “Sweetness, you’re kidnapped; we’re not strippers,” the second guy says; his eyes are blue and dreamy, and the tattoos along his neck have me biting my lip. “Sure, I am,” I laugh slightly. “Anyone else hot?” I move and pull my jumper off. “What are you doing?” The first guy stares at me. “Getting comfortable and ready.” I smile at him. “It’s my hen night. Why else would they plan this if it wasn’t for you guys to strip for me?” “Strip for her, Blake; let her have some fun,” one of the guys nods towards me. “f**k me! Jax, no.” I assume it’s Blake who shouts at him. Jax seems to smirk at that. I'm bored right now. They are going too slow.