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Chapter 2
There’s a time to make love and there’s a time to fuck like animals. -KinkyQuotes.com
Natasha
“So, are you going to tell me?” Bethany asks as we sit and take the margaritas we ordered in our hands. They are huge and a perfect addition to the view we have in front of us; crystal blue beach and white sand as far as the eye can see. This what we came to Miami for. Nothing can hold a candle to this.
“Tell you what?” I ask, sipping through my straw because I am going to have to be drunk to admit to her the crazy shit that went down last night. I know what she wants from me even though I play dumb.
“Don’t shit me, Tasha. I can tell when you have been good and fucked. So, who was he or was there more than one?” I scoop up a handful of sand and toss it at her as she blocks with her hands and squeals before dusting the particles off her unzipped shorts that covered up a barely-there teeny yellow bikini. “Seriously, what was his name!”
“Anton,” I answered with an eye roll. “I think he owns the club or something. We ended up in his office. I assume it was his office anyway. So, anyway, this goon of his comes downstairs and tells me I have been summoned, and I nearly pissed myself laughing. I thought it was a joke, but it wasn’t, and he leads me up to this guy. So, he's got this sexy sneer, dirty blonde hair, and the darkest eyes I have ever seen. He looked so exotic, and then his eyes were all over me, letting me know just why he called me up there.”
“So, you gave it to him,” Bethany finished, making us both laugh, and I nod.
“Oh, yes, I for sure did. He's got my number too, but I don’t expect anything,” I tell her.
“He sounds like a real alpha male. You need that in your life to keep you tamer, or at least to match your intensity,” Bethany informs me, and I give her the stink-eye. She knows I am not mad at her not really. It's just that she speaks the truth. I am such an intense bitch sometimes.
“I could use an alpha man too. You should ask if he has a brother,” Bethany teases after a few minutes of silence. I had gotten lost in the rhythmic swells of the ocean as I sipped on my drink. It truly is a beautiful place, and I don't think we could have picked a better place for our girls’ trip.
“And what would you do with an alpha man?” I ask her, prodding at her side playfully.
“Oh, I think it’s all about what I wouldn’t let him do,” she swoons, and just like that, I am giggling again. I love this girl. She is my person hands down.
My phone buzzes, and I pick it up from where it sits on the beach towel.
Meet me at 8 p.m. sharp at this address:
8220 Flagler Street Miami
Wear dark blue
-Anton
“What are you reading so intensely over there?” Bethany asks, causing me to look up at her. I throw the phone at her, so she can see the message. Telling me what to wear? Really? Oh well, at least blue complements my hair perfectly. Maybe he just has a good eye. Wait, he does; he likes me, doesn't he?
I chuckle out loud at my own joke as I watch Bethany’s eyes get big like saucers. “Why are you still sitting here, Tasha? Get your lazy ass up and go get ready for your date with your hot alpha dude before I try and steal him from you.” I scoff at her. I don't think blonde is his type, but I don't tell her that.
“And leave you alone, again?”
“Girl, I have got my margarita, and I don't want you pussy blocking me when I find a sexy guy on the beach I want to take me home tonight,” Bethany teases. I give her a hug, feeling the excitement starting to get me as I pick up all my shit off the ground. I run through the hot sand back to the hotel where I know there is a dress he’ll like waiting for me, one of the only pieces I brought with me because it has felt lucky to me in the past.
It always makes my hazel eyes pop as well, so Anton is definitely going to want to fuck me again in this number. I know I should be thinking about more than that, but what he does to me is mind-blowing. It’s going to be a drug I come back to regardless of anything else, for as long as I have access to it. I am fine admitting to being addicted of Anton's hand and cock.
Once I am ready, I get a shuttle to the exact address I was given. I get a funny look but no comment. After all, these drivers are paid enough at this hotel for their silence. I wonder what they have witnessed before, surely worse things than me headed on a date to wherever this was taking me.
As the shuttle turns down a street, I can see a difference instantly in the scenery. This street is something historical and old, and it’s the large theatre that looks like something straight out of The Great Gatsby. I am not sure what to think as I get out and go inside, finding the door unlocked for me even though this place looks abandoned. And then I hear the sounds of a movie playing and follow it to the back of the theatre, a place covered in red velvet and gold.
There are two men that stand to greet me at the open door to one of the cinema rooms. They are dressed just like I figure they would be if this was the 1920s or 30s. I get more excited as I walk in to see a black and white movie showing on the screen. Walking down the dark aisle, my eyes adjust, and I find that a table and two chairs have been set up at the front, a champagne bottle and two glasses already out and waiting.
I am speechless, as a man dressed in a full-on suit with tails at the back and slicked back dark hair pulls out a seat for me, as I stare into the eyes of the man who arranged this just for me. Never in my wildest dreams would I ever believe someone would be so creative and romantic for me, especially after I was certain we had just had sex and that was it.
“Do you approve?” he asks in a low tone, his dark eyes sparkling with the light of the screen to my right. I nod, unable to say anything just yet. I am taking it all in. “I wanted to plan something as beautiful as you.” I roll my eyes at the cheesy line even though my heart is eating this all up.
I sit there and sip at expensive champagne and taste each course as it is served; four in all. Each one tastes like it was made with care by the best chef in Miami. It might have been. “This is all so gorgeous,” I say, finally finding my voice again. “I am rarely speechless.”
“I am glad you have found your voice again because I was hoping to get to know you a little better.”
