416 A Night Out 3

"And you know what's annoying? He's so bossy! 'Kitten, don't do this. Kitten, don't do that. Do you want to be punished... Kitten?'" Katherine mimicked Damien's voice, her hands waving mid-air before finishing her third bottle of beer.

Amelia rolled her eyes. "Ugh, each time, he appears to be more and more like his father. Lawrence was also strict—Amelia, you shouldn't do this." She hiccupped, knocking an empty bottle down when she slammed her palm on the table. The other empty bottles shook.

"Men, am I right?"

"I'll go pee." Amelia slid out of their booth and got up.

"I'll go with you." Katherine followed.

The two headed to the restroom and when they passed by Felix, he stood up to accompany them across the room but Amelia and Katherine clamped their hands down on his shoulders, keeping him seated.

"You stay here, handsome. You don't think you can follow us to the little girl's room, do you?" Amelia lazily traced her cold fingers on his nape, making him shiver.

With a bright smile on her face, Katherine patted his head gently, "Good boy, stay."

Felix could only take a deep breath in and increase his patience as he remained seated, and watched the two women walk towards the restroom. When he knew Damien would be away for a business trip, he tried to mentally condition himself. His boss would be away for just a couple of days, surely it wouldn't be that bad—he thought. Now he was stuck with these two women, who seemed to be creating trouble and leaving chaos on their trails and it was just the second day. He could take a fight at any time… but who prepared him for this?

Thinking that the women had enough drinks for the night, he decided that when they come back from the loo, he would force them to go home. It was probably wise to call a few of his men to escort them out too, so he whipped out his phone and called Noah.

While he was busy on his phone, Amelia and Katherine came out of the restroom giggling at something they found funny. They were already tipsy.

"Hey, you know what… I want to go somewhere else." Amelia held Katherine's elbow.

"At this hour? It's…" Katherine squinted her eyes to check her phone. She laughed that she couldn't see the time clearly. "I can't read… Ten? Jeez. And look at that, Damien hadn't even responded to any of my texts." She scoffed.

"Forget him. Let's go. There's something I need to steal."

"What? But… Felix…"

The two glanced at Felix who caught their gaze from across the room. "He's a big boy. He'll be alright."

Amelia grabbed Katherine's hand, and the two left through the side exit that led to an alley. As soon as they reached the main street, she hailed a cab and they got in. Amelia babbled the address to the driver and she studied their clothes. "We need to change, we can't get in wearing this," she slurred her words.

"We need something else." Amelia stopped the driver a few minutes later, paid the fare and they alighted the cab.

Katherine blinked as she raised her head seeing the bright signage of a boutique. There was a clothing store that was open until midnight and Amelia dragged her inside. "Woah~ Did you want to steal dresses?" Katherine asked and Amelia chuckled at the same time that the wind chime tinkled when they pushed the door open. 

The two women came out in glittery short dresses and high heeled shoes ten minutes later. The district was bustling with people, after all, it was still ten in the evening on a Friday. The night was still young and the party was just getting started in this part of Harbor City.

"We're like twins." Katherine burst out laughing at their similar outfit. They were wearing the same style of V neck mid-thigh dress—a champagne color for Katherine and a black one for Amelia. They didn't have full-on makeup but their skin was glowing and their lips popped with a red-colored matte lipstick.

Both of their faces were flushed as they walked towards a club across the street that had a glowing neon sign that said "Naughty Bunny Club". With one foot in front of the other, the two catwalked their way towards the entrance—surprisingly, they were still able to keep their walks straight even with heels on. Amelia drunk more than Katherine did and the two were buzzed, but the Femme Fatales were dressed to kill that night, looking as if they were there on a mission—and they were...sort of.

Amelia smiled and winked at the bouncer as they approached. The two women bypassed the long line and ignored the complaints of the people in the queue, patting the bouncer's chest and subtly placing a Benjamin in the pocket of his dress shirt as they passed.

The song "Boss Bîtch" by Doja Cat blasted through the high-quality speakers inside the nightclub. Naughty Bunny Club could fit four hundred patrons comfortably but that night was packed and the number of guests probably almost doubled. It was noisy, steamy, and just energetic—and it had only been an hour since the club opened that night.

The two women approached the bar and Amelia flagged the bartender down, ordering a couple of shots of tequilas.

"Oh, no… I don't think that's a good idea," Katherine shouted through the loud music, eyeing the shot glass of pale amber liquid like it was poison.

"You're gonna need it." Amelia licked the salt on the back of her hand and smiled at Katherine as she raised her shot glass. "Adentro!" (Bottoms up!) And she threw her head back, gulping down the distilled spirit in one shot before biting down a slice of lime.

Katherine bit her bottom lip, contemplating her next move. "Screw it." She picked up the shot of tequila and did the same. She shook her head and winced as the alcohol burned her throat.

Amelia then whispered to Katherine and her gaze pointed at something to their right where the VIP section was. They exchanged gazes, their eyes silently conversing as though they already knew what they needed to do. A slow smile broke their faces before they headed down the dancefloor, joining the hundreds of people in their craze.

Their bodies moved in sync with the beat of the music. Their hips swayed and their hair flipped, inviting eyes from both men and women around them. Katherine and Amelia looked tempting and dangerous—and they were. The two seductresses caught the attention of a man in a business suit from the VIP section.

Behind the man was a wall with a unique decoration. On the wall was a collage of pictures—a collection of pictures from their guests dated so many years ago. The club had been operating for more than thirty years. It had changed owners and style over the years, but the pictures on the wall still remained. The original owner of the club only had one request: To keep the pictures on the wall as is and was never to be touched.

But that night, Amelia planned to steal one of them.