“Yes, according to Greg they are in a very heated make-out session with half the guys in the club staring. According to him every single one of them is drooling and more than one has tried to approach them but Rick or he has been able to intercept them.” he laughed

I raised my eyes to the heavens and said, “Thank you, God. Finally.” then I turned to James and asked him, “James can you please pull up the limo to the entrance to the club?”

“Sure thing Miss Kyla but there is something you need to know.”

“What, James?”

“There’s like 20 paparazzo’s camped out at entrance of the club. They got a tip that Miss Ashley was here and that’s why they are here.”

“Damn, does this place have a back exit?”

“No, no it doesn’t”

I sighed as if this night couldn’t get better. Ashley and Spencer won’t even get a few hours of peace and privacy. By the time we all wake up tomorrow everybody in the planet is going to see a picture of Ashley and Spencer. Oh well, I guess it can’t be help. Or maybe it can. We can just have them exit the club separately. That would work.

“James, call the limo. How long will it take to get here?”

“I’ll be here in fifteen minutes.”

“Okay, I’m going to go back in there and get the love birds. Oh and have the black escalade ready too.”

“Yes, Miss Kyla”

I then went back into club and made my way to the bar. Just like Greg had said they were in a very heated make out session oblivious to the world around them. *Sigh* They are not going to like the interruption and when I say they I mean Ashley. She’s going to be pissed. I walked up and tapped Spencer on the shoulder figuring she was safer and said, “Hey lovebirds”

No response. Ugh! So I tried again a little louder.

“Hey guys”

No response. Now I’m just irritated. So now I just pulled Spencer’s arm and yelled, “Lovebirds give it a rest.”

That got a response they both snapped back from each other trying to find the intruder to their little world.

“Hi guys, I take it everything is okay now?” I asked