"Anderson!"

I've not even stepped inside my apartment and Ian is already yelling at me. 

"Saunders!" I yell back, closing the door behind me. 

Our neighbors definitely hate us.

It's 8 pm and I'm coming back from the cafe after helping in closing. Not my usual routine but it was surprisingly busy tonight. 

"Thank god you're finally here. Go start getting ready," Anna huffs as if she has been running a marathon.

"Umm, for what?" I ask, confused as to what is happening.

"We're going to the bar silly! Now go get dressed and look extra hot," she winks and pushes me inside my room. I shrug and go for a shower, maybe we're doing a 12 o'clock thing for my birthday since its tomorrow and they definitely remember.

I change into my black body hugging dress that reaches my mid thigh and has spaghetti straps. Pairing it up with my signature black heels and straightening my hair. I do minimal makeup, eyeliner and nude lip with lashes. Seeing that its almost 9:30 now, I go out into the living room to see Ian sitting on the coffee table and Anna on the couch.

"Where's Jordan?" I ask and they both look at me.

"You look sooo hot!" Anna squeals coming up to me and hugging me.

"You stay close to me and Jordan okay," Ian grumbles and we head out while Anna and I laugh at Ian's wants.

Ian drives us to the bar. I don't know how we're getting the car back because we're all definitely drinking. We step out in the almost dark sky and head inside. It's the same bar where we went before and honestly, it's perfect.

"There's my girl!" Dave speaks up as soon as we enter and I see their whole group in there. I look around and see no other customers, which is weird but move towards our people. 

"Hey Dave," I smile and hug him and greet the others. I notice that Jordan and Denver aren't here which makes me frown.

"You guys are late, we already finished a round of drinks," Ben says, showing his almost empty beer glass.

"Roya got caught up in work," Anna says, shrugging.

"Well everyone's here now so let's order more," Dave claps and looks for the bartender to order.

"Where are Jordan and Denver?" I ask, taking a seat next to Dave.

"I'm here," a voice whispers in my ear and I turn to my left to see Denver taking the seat next to me at the bar with a smirk on his face.

"Hi," I smile at him.

"Hey," he smiles back.

"Where were you?" I ask, pouting.

His eyes moves to my lips for a fraction of second and maybe it was my brains playing tricks on me but I sense him leaning closer, "just came back from the washroom," he explains, his eyes back on mine and much more intense than a few seconds ago.

"Okay," I swallow and whisper back, my throat suddenly drier than a desert.

"Jordan's running a little late but he'll be here soon," he adds and I nod.

The bartender comes up and takes Dave's order and moves to me, "A 30 of Hennessy filled to the top with ice and-" I turn to look at Denver who adds his order, "Red label on the rocks for me," he says.

When the bartender goes away I turn back to him, "expensive taste huh," I tease him with a smirk.

"I just know what I like Roya," he smirks, his voice huskier and his eyes looking at me with such intensity that sends shivers down my spine. 

I could get drunk on that voice. 

"Let's order sides, I'm fucking hungry!" Roy speaks up and we laugh at his drunk form. 

It's almost midnight and we're all still going strong. This time we made Ian and Dave dance and me and Anna threw five's at them, which were then picked up by Roy who was on the floor. Sasha and Julie had a beer pong competition which Sasha won and her prize was to give a task to the loser. She told Julie to switch footwear with her because Julie was in comfortable flats and Sasha wore heels here. Anna and I also danced together and Denver and Ian threw five's at us this time which Tyler collected and gave to the bartender. Jordan was still not here which kind of made my heart ache but I was good at masking it. 

I still noticed that the whole bar was empty and it was Friday night. I was barefoot with my feet over Denver's shoes on his barstool footrest and my head resting on his arm.

"Why is the bar empty? It's a Friday night," I ask, confused.

"Huh, strange." Denver winced at his poor excuse of a lie.

"Tell me," I narrow my eyes at him. I wasn't near tipsy, I have a good capacity, but alcohol sure makes me bold. 

"Wekindarentedthebarforthenight" he says in one breath which makes me chuckle.

"Slow down and say that again," I say.

"We rented the bar for the night," he mumbles but I heard him.

"What?!" My eyes widen. These people are fucking crazy.

"Who's we here?" I ask with my eyes narrowed. 

"Jordan, Ian and me," he sighs.

"You guys are fucking crazy! Who rents the whole bar?" I ask, that's too much fucking money.

"We do, Anderson." Ian puts his arm around my shoulder and smiles at me.

I roll my eyes at him and ask what has been bothering me, "And where's the third idiot?" he better be hear, It's almost midnight.

"Right hear," I hear his cocky voice before I see him. Turning to the entrance of the bar, I see him standing with a huge cake in his hands and a million candles on it.

He walks up to me and places the cake on the counter. Red velvet, my favorite. I smile looking at the cake and then turn to the idiot who finally showed up. Pulling his ear, I scowl at him "You're fucking late Williams," I speak.

"Ow! Jeez, we still have a minute to midnight!" he says and I loosen my grip.

Everybody circles around on both sides of the bar and I smile.

"Gosh I wish the squad was here," I say and Denver leans on my left side. I'm the only one sitting with everyone standing around me. Denver is on my left, Jordan on my right, Ian, Anna and Dave with their phones out right in front of me and everyone else balancing the circle around. 

"What? We aren't enough for you?" Denver whispers and I shiver.

"Yeah Roya, aren't we enough," Jordan whispers on my right and I clear my throat.

"What took you so long Williams?" I ask him, changing the subject.

"I was getting your birthday gift, it was a pain in the ass," he explains making a sour face.

"A birthday cake made you late?" I ask, amused.

"That's not the gift Roya," Jordan smirks.

"Then what is?" I ask, confused. He only showed up with the cake in his hand.

"We are!" I hear several voices speak from our right. I lean back to look at the entrance and my jaw fucking drops. 

What the fuck?!

"Jordan," I say, "am I imagining things?" I ask him. He and everyone else chuckles while the people near the entrance move closer to us.

"Happy Birthday Roya!" Everyone cheers and my face breaks in the brightest smiles I might have ever given. 

"Holy shit guys!" I get up and go meet my squad who gives me a group hug and everyone laughs. Jennifer, Sam, Nick, Ryder, Robin, Daniel and Hayden squeeze the life out of me but I don't mind. 

"Come on and cut the cake or we'll have to eat it with all the wax," Dave says and I hurry back to my seat. 

"You all are fucking amazing," I grin and blow the candles, cutting the cake when there are no candles and offering the first bite to Ian. Anna helps in serving and so does Jenn. I turn to Jordan in my seat, "how did you do this?" I ask.

"Well it was a pain in the ass like I said and I had a little help," he says looking at Denver who is standing right behind me.

"That's way to much trouble you guys," I say looking at both of them, my eyes glossy. 

This is the best birthday ever.

"It was all worth it," Denver says, our eyes locked.

"Heyyy, come on let's dance," Ryder grabs my hand and a couple others to the open space they created right in front of the bar. Soon everyone joins and Jordan makes our video. We all do a round of shots and order more food. 

"Damn woman, this is what you call a little squad?" Dave comes up in front of me and I chuckle placing my hands on his shoulders.

I shrug and dance with him, "happy birthday Roya," he speaks and I thank him with a sincere smile.

"Can I dance with the birthday girl now?" Jordon comes up to our right and switches with Dave.

"Are you still mad at me?" he asks.

"For what?" I question.

"For being late?" he speaks.

"No Williams, I could never be mad at you," I smile and he smiles back. It doesn't reach his eyes as if he doesn't believe me so I tighten my hold on him and say, "I mean it."

Just then a hand brushes on my back and I turn to see Denver moving towards the bar, taking a seat, looking at me and Jordan with not jealousy but a glint of mischief in his eyes.

Jordan notices this and moves closer to me, the lights are dim and flashing like a night club and everyone is drunk and busy in dancing, nobody notices this.

"The things you do to us Roya," Jordan breathes in my ear. He turns me around so my back is to his front and turns us a little so we face Denver at the bar. His eyes hold this intensity that makes my core heat up.

I know he's talking about himself and Denver. They've noticed this spark in us too. I can feel it in their eyes, in their touch, in their words, and I want more.

I lean my head back on his shoulder and move my hips making him release a low groan that makes me smirk while my eyes are still on Denver. He's sipping on his expensive whiskey, never taking his eyes off of us. I feel powerful in this moment with the complete attention of two men on me.

"I've done nothing Jordan," I say, still grinding on him and feeling him grow behind me.

Suddenly, Denver's eyes snap up to Jordan's and in the next moment, he gets up from his seat, walking towards us. Looking at me, like I'm his next meal.

Oh.

He comes up right in front on me, holds my hips with a death grip and squishes me in between the two of them.

Fuck.

I feel him getting hard in front of me and fuck, the feeling of getting sandwiched in between these two makes me so fucking hot. 

Jordan gathers my hair and moves them on my right shoulder while Denver lowers his mouth on my now bare left shoulder, hovering his lips over it. Almost touching but not going further. 

"Your heart is beating so fast Roya," he whispers. It's a statement.

"Mhm," I can only hum in agreement right now. My brain not able to form words.

"What got you all hot and bothered Roya?" He asks in his husky voice. At the same time Jordan thrusts his hips forward making me feel all of him through the thin fabric of my dress. 

I sigh at the feeling. Denver still hasn't moved his mouth. I can feel his breath on my skin.

"Words Roya, use your words. Do we turn you on?" Jordan whispers in my other ear. 

Oh they know what they're doing.

"Answer him Roya," Denver says, squeezing my ass with his left hand.

Goddamn.

"Yes," I whisper back.

"Yes what?" Jordan asks, sternly.

"Yes, you both make me hot, so hot," I breathe hard. 

"Fuck," Denver mutters under his breath and finally kisses the skin between my neck and my shoulder. He scrapes his teeth over the spot and nibbles on it making my breath hitch.

Jordan holds my waist tighter and pulls me to him, I grind on him and bite my lip at the feel to stop any moans to escape from me. 

Once Denver is satisfied with his work, he looks up at me with hunger in his eyes. 

They both will fucking kill me but I love every dying second of it.