Gwen

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The club that we chose to go to was on the outskirts of town. As we entered I could already feel the beat soaking into my body. I had missed dancing, I hadn't had a chance to go out since the last time I did and the boys decided they did not like how close a person was dancing next to me. As punishment for that, I had not spoken to them for a week. Petty I know but I was so mad at them for not trusting me to handle myself. "VIP?" Tyrell asked. I turned around and noticed that Mas was just behind us. I smirked and shook my head. There was no way that those men would have sent me here all by myself. I raised an eyebrow to ask Mas where we are situated. He smiled and pointed to his right. "We are on the left," I told Tyrell as I moved towards Mas. "Oh, I should have known these men of yo

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