As my gaze was randomly travelling from person to person, amusing myself with their version of dancing. I suddenly stopped on one figure, she wasn’t moving as clumsily as the drunks around her. The straightened dark hair around her shoulders moved fluidly as if it were part of the song. Her slim frame circled hips that gave away her youth, which was completely contradicted by her clothes. Brown leather trousers hugged her in all the right places and a white tank top showed off exactly how little she was wearing underneath.

I swallowed, transfixed on this diva, dancing in the dark. My back tensed and Millie began kissing my neck, sending shivers along my skin that my mind fought to resist. With one sister sucking on my neck and the other swaying sensually right in front of me. I really had to get out of there. However my limbs did not respond to this request.

I continued to watch as a light struck Max, illuminating her. Her eyes were closed against her environment, her mouth pouting in that Miller manner.

Baby do you want to go home?

I heard the words but they made no sense to me, they could have been spoken in Arabic for all I knew.

Trix, sweetie are you ok?

Millies hand came up to my chin, gently moving my face to look at her. She saw my expression and knew something was up. I didn’t even have to say anything, she knew.

Babe? Whats up, what have you seen?

*****, I had to say something. If she knew what I was staring at then, I don’t know what shed do. My mind was panicking, so helpful as it was, that meant I couldnt come up with a satisfactory plan to get me out of this.

I looked into her deep brown eyes, I loved her so much. To think my actions could hurt her in any way, physically broke my heart. There was no way I was watching Max because of any pleasure that was involved. It was simply shock, I was shocked to see her in this club and especially as she was wearing her sisters clothes, it was just a bit too close for comfort.