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(34) Aiden Took Me Away To A Private Lounge So I'd Dance On His Lap

The blonde girl raised an eyebrow, scanning Marley over with her lip curled up in a scowl, "He paid me, sweetie!" she shouted back, crossing her arms mockingly.

She could feel Aiden's arm wrap around her waist to pull her back, "Marley-"

She held up a hand to shut him up, locked in a stare down with this cheap blonde, Snooki knockoff, "I will rip your extensions out of your big head if you don't walk away right now!"

The blonde took a step closer. Aiden was now trying to intervene but his voice was getting carried by the music. Marley was fighting him, her stance defensive and her tipsy mentality that she could take this girl down in a way that would put World Star on a stretcher.

"Maybe he paid me because I can give that hottie more than you can!"

"Oh, like Chlamydia?!"

The blonde shoved at her shoulders and in an instant Aiden was catching Marley and holding her behind him by her forearm.

"Walk away. Now," he growled.

Aiden's voice was so chilling that even though the girl was interested in him, even though it seemed like she wanted to fight Marley for him - she stumbled away on her platform heels as fast as she could.

As a result of the girls leaving, there were seven open bar stools that were quickly being occupied by Kelly, Tristan, Bree, Gabby, and Sarah.

Aiden set Marley down on one of them by her hips, leaning on the counter beside her and waving down the bartender without taking his eyes off of her.

Her arms were crossed and she was huffing and puffing, "Why didn't you let me indent my heel into her face?!"

"So drunk Marley is a little brunette hell on wheels, huh?"

She turned to narrow her eyes into a glare at the joke - when she really did want to stomp on that girls' face.

His blue eyes softened and he leaned in to kiss her temple, lowering his lips to her ear, "You don't have to fight for something you already possess."

She shivered at his warm exhale, scooting closer to him and locking her bare left leg around his right like a vine, "Can we make out a lot now?" she blinked up at him with wide, coy hazel eyes, biting on her lip.

Aiden Matthews, with her beer goggles on, looks like a full course meal - as Milly called him once - tonight and she was hungry for his hands and his lips-

Aiden grabbed her knee and untangled her leg from his; to her credit he was flustered with darkened eyes, "Number one: you're drunk, and number two: it's girls night, remember? No boys allowed, though, in case you were wondering, your seduction efforts are sinful as hell, spitfire."

She pouted, her hands lifting to his chest, "But this shirt is so...tight...maybe it needs to come off? Is it bothering you?" she blinked up at him through her lashes innocently, watching his jaw clench and his eyes dart away from hers.

His hands locked around her wrists and used their hold to spin her towards the counter.

She slumped against the bar in defeat, knowing he was right about this being girl's night. While she was speaking with Aiden, one of the what seemed like dozen bartenders had already arrived, and the girls were showing him their stamps, speaking loudly over the noise. Beside her, Aiden flagged him over.

"Do you have any food back there?"

Marley jumped in her seat, "Mozzarella sticks!" She shouted, "I want cheese sticks!"