Book 1: Chapter 7

The cab stopped her in front of the club; it was one of the biggest and widely known clubs in Los Angeles. Sasha got down, paid the cab, and turned to walk in when she saw her girls walking up to her.

“What the hell took you so long?” questioned Agatha, who was dressed to kill in a short black gown, her hair in a ponytail.

The rest all glared at Sasha, and she clasped her hands together in front of her chest. “I am so sorry,” she said. “I had to wait for Michael to get back; that’s what delayed me. I’m so sorry.” She pouted.

“Oh, I see; you guys didn’t rush to have a quickie, right?” Agatha asked, and the girls all shouted her name, “What?”

Janet shook her head and said to Sasha, “You are here now, so let’s go in. I’m dying for a dance.”

“And some booze,” the rest added.

“Sorry, girls, I don’t think I should…” She was saying, but then, why not? She thought. “Yea, booze,” she added, and the girls laughed before they all walked in. They showed their