The Rich and Famous

**Allie's POV**
My cheeks were still flush from Nate's little display, and I was glad I didn't faint in front of the paparazzi. I hadn't expected him to be so natural at this. Then again, he did go to school for acting. I guess it was just another gig for him.
At least, that's what I tried telling myself.
The way he looked at me seemed far from rehearsed, and waking up in his arms this morning had me wondering if he was actually starting to develop feelings for me. I mean, he didn't have to stay. He didn't even have to check on me in the first place. But he did, and he was so kind and gentle that I knew I needed him beside me. So much so that I risked sounding completely desperate and pathetic by asking him to sleep with me.
I didn't regret it. I couldn't remember the last time I had slept so well, and I was next to a man. A living, breathing, God-made man. I wasn't disgusted or repulsed or afraid. No. He smelled like a mix of toothpaste and Sandalwood aftershave, his breath was heavy and his arms when I woke up were heaters of warmth and comfort. I still remembered the way his chest hair tickled my cheek as my eyes fluttered open. We were utterly tangled, and as much as I tried to suppress my smile, it was inevitable.
And now here I was. Standing beside the sexiest man in this goddamn club. Hell, in all of New York! His tight black button-up fit snugly, showing off his gorgeous body and somehow making his exotic eyes pop even more. He was a god. Even with the awed and curious expression he wore while glancing around the crowded venue.
"Hasn't a client brought you to an upscale club before?" I all but shouted in his ear, drowning out the bumping music.
"No. Only tea parties and political cocktail hours." He replied with a grin that stole my breath away. So he was experiencing something new. Boy, was he in for a surprise.
"Allie! My birthday girl!" I heard Sasha shout, drawing attention from the passerbys that I hardly knew, most of which raised their glasses in acknowledgement. She drew me into a tight hug, kissing my cheek soft enough not to leave behind any lipstick. Naturally, she looked phenomenal, in a sleeveless red mini-dress adorned with a dazzling gold chain belt. She was the human embodiment of Aphrodite, and I had to bury my jealousy as she pulled away and turned her attention to Nate. "Hey, sugar."
She wrapped her arms around his neck and he politely returned the gesture by giving her a short but tight hug, thankfully keeping his hands on her midback.
"It's lovely seeing you again. You look beautiful, tonight." He offered, sounding like a true English gentleman. She giggled, slapping at his arm playfully.
"Please, you flatter me. You're the one looking fine. I like this." She raked her eyes over him, squeezing his forearm in a playful gesture that damn near made me growl. What the hell was wrong with me all of a sudden?
Nate chuckled, stepping past her and taking my hand in his, thus breaking their contact. Sasha raised her brows, a slow smile forming on her face.
"Alright, girl. No need to bite, I'll stay away from your husband." She teased, eyeing where he held me knowingly. As much as I wanted to pull away to prove to Sasha that he was no different than any other man, I didn't want to. Having his large, masculine hand encasing mine in his warmth was actually making me feel even more powerful than I had before. At the risk of sounding vain and cruel, he was the perfect accessory. Dazzling and comforting at the same time. I didn't want to let him go for a second.
"Got drinks?" I asked Sash, glancing around at the party in full swing. The strobing colors reflected off the glass at the bar, casting dim light on our faces amidst the darkness. Sasha flipped her curls over her shoulder, winking at me.
"Damn right, we do. Come on, baby, we're going to the private lounge to really get this party started." She turned on her heels, swinging her hips seductively and drawing attention from the various men we passed by. I knew what she meant by that, naturally, but judging by his face, Nate seemed completely oblivious. He just kept following in silence, eventually lacing our fingers for comfort. He was about to learn how the rich and famous did parties, and I wasn't entirely sure he was ready.
Welcome to my world, honey.
**Nate's POV**
We approached a large dark oak door, where a large man in black with dreads down to his shoulders opened our way.
"Oh." I couldn't hide my surprise when I saw what was awaiting us on the other side. Yes, there were fanciful and fruity looking cocktails, but that wasn't all.
White lines and pills of varying shapes and sizes cluttered the glass table in the center of the lounge. There were already a few people there already, seemingly having the time of their lives. One pair sat on the leather sofa, lost in the taste of each other, while another three were by the personal bar, ordering their drinks and smoking something from a shared pipe.
This was what the rich did? Get doped up on drugs and alcohol? I always thought the rap songs exaggerated, but judging by the look of this room, they were downplaying. There were enough drugs in this one room to get everyone in the damn party high off their arses.
My attention was stolen away from my utter shock when a tiny blonde, unnaturally so, approached us. She had on an emerald green dress and leather thigh high boots that made her look more like an exotic dancer than a party attendee. There was a considerable gap in the fabric showing off her bare midriff and only enough dark material to barely cover her nipples, leaving her expensive additions mostly exposed. Her voice wasn't any more authentic than the rest of her.
"Oh my God, Al! Happy Birthday!" She squealed, her eyes focused on me, even though she was speaking to Allie. Allie released my hand to hug her back. It didn't even look like they actually touched each other. They merely patted the air around each other, which I was fine with. I happened to find the woman's overuse of perfume insulting to my nose, and I'd rather her not rub it off on Alexandra.
At the risk of appearing rude, I tore my gaze away from the platinum barbie, twirling my wedding band on my finger in apathetic disinterest. I had been ogled by enough women to recognize lust when I saw it, and I had no intention of feeding her sour desires.
"Nate?"
"Hm?"
"This is Chrissy. She's married to the lead guitarist and vocalist of Jars of Kryptonite." Fucking fantastic. She's married and eye fucking another married man. I raised my eyes, reluctantly meeting her atrocious sensual smirk.
"Hi." I said curtly, not even bothering to nod before stepping behind Allie to retrieve her coat. She smiled up at me with pink cheeks, dropping her hands so I could slide the sleeves off with ease. I made extra sure to graze her flawless porcelain skin with my fingertips, grinning when I felt her shiver. By the time my eyes found Chrissy again, she had one brow raised.
But not in defeat.
In challenge.
Fuck.
I'd only provoked her. I wasn't trying to play hard to get. I was trying to show her that I was impossible to get. I rolled my eyes, leaning down to press my lips to Allie's neck. She jumped, sucking in a harsh breath, but played it off by rubbing her arms as if she were adjusting without her coat.
"I'm going to get a drink. Would you like something?" I asked, slipping off my own coat.
"Oh, you're British. I studied in London, you know." Chrissy cut in, her bird-song voice harder on my ears than a Disney Princess. I gave her a tight-lipped smile.
"Fascinating. So, drink, my love?" I turned back to Allie, trying not to laugh at the amusement in her eyes.
"Cosmo, please."
"You got it, baby." I shot her a wink before sauntering up to the bar, barely catching Chrissy tell her how charming I was. Yea, fuck off.
After retrieving our drinks, a cosmo for her and straight whiskey on the rocks for me, I found her seated in one of the booths. She was laughing with Sasha, thankfully without the obnoxious company of Prissy. I set down her drink with a smile, which she returned.
"Ready for some blow, handsome?" Sasha asked as I slid into the booth across from her. My gaze shot to Allie, who was studying me closely, likely reading my response. I'd smoked a few joints here and there, but never done something this hard, so I was a bit hesitant. "Don't worry bout a thing. It's pure. Besides, your wifey has already done a line tonight. It's just to help us loosen up a bit, right Allie?" She nudged her, making her smile bashfully.
Allie snorted coke? Fuck, that was fast. I guess it really was just normal for them. Not wanting to embarrass her with my prudency or come off judgemental, I picked up the platinum credit card on the table. One line wouldn't hurt, right?
"Sure. I'll try it."
"Fuck yea, pretty boy. You'll fit in just fine."

**Author's Note: I do not support or encourage the use of illicit drugs. Please do not try this at home.**