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Tonight, she looks delectable as always, her body curving in all the right places, testing my resolve. For most of the night, she’s been dancing with the guy from Meghan and Cooper’s place the other weekend.
Cooper, despite being one of my really good friends, wouldn’t tell me anything about the guy. Instead, he patted me on the shoulder and told me to leave Alex alone. As if it’s that fucking simple.
As I watch her sway her hips to the beat of the music, my mind goes back to the speech she gave me last weekend. Everything she said was the truth. In all honesty, I’m surprised it's taken her this long to say it. She’s right about it all; I can’t give her more, and I’m only good for fucking. I’m not a man that’s cut out for a relationship. If she was okay with that, we could give it a try. But she isn’t, so I need to stay away. Despite knowing this, something pulls me to her and, no matter what I do, I can’t get her out of my mind.
My focus returns to the CCTV image on the laptop in front of me. Alex is now dancing with a guy I’ve seen around here a few times; his hands rest on her hips as she grinds into his groin, swaying to the beat of the song. My fists clench involuntarily as an emotion I can’t quite identify rolls through me, and I will myself to calm down. I’m not about to walk into the middle of the dance floor to drag her out to… to do what? Talk to me? To fuck me?
I roll my chair tighter against the desk, as if it’s enough to keep me from storming down to her. With great effort, I stay where I am, watching her. Drinking her in as if it’s been a lifetime since I last saw her. The guy dips his head to her ear, and she shakes her head in response to whatever he’s said, their bodies still pressed together as they dance to the music.
Letting out a sigh of relief, I watch as she breaks away from him and moves through the crowd toward the restrooms. Before I can question my sanity, my reading glasses are tossed on my desk as I spring out of my seat and rush through the club. I’m oblivious to the partygoers as I walk downstairs to the lower ground. A sense of urgency and a need to talk to her drive me forward.
The club is a large open concept with seating areas on the two longest walls. The bar stretches the length of the back wall, with a collection of standing tables well-spaced in the area in front of it. There’s a dance floor that takes up just over half of the room and the DJ booth is next to the stairs that lead to the VIP area.
Passionis my third club; I own four in total, but spend most of my time in New York as this is my biggest. I plan on opening my fifth in Chicago, but with a more exclusive vibe to it.
Bypassing the restrooms, I wait at the end of the corridor for her. Hidden in the shadows, I have a perfect view of the door. When she stumbles out, it’s clear she’s drunk.
For fucks sake, Alex.
She leans against the wall to keep herself upright, and without thinking, I stalk towards her. My arms wrap around her waist, and with little effort, I have her feet off of the ground and her back pressed to my chest. She lets out a squeal of surprise and thrashes in my arms, drawing the attention of a few people that are hovering in the corridor.
“Alex. Stay still,” I growl, my lips brushing over the shell of her ear.
Her scent—I can only describe it as fresh peaches mixed with a fragrance that is all her—fills my nostrils. I close my eyes in an effort to fight against my rising desire. Fucking myself over yet again, the deep breath I inhale only serves to assail me once again with her scent, causing a visceral need for her to settle in the gut of my stomach.
Mineflits through my mind leaving me dumbfounded.
With a shake of my head, to clear thoughts that have no place being there, I turn my head sucking in another breath, this time of untainted air, in an effort to get some of my brain cells to function. With a somewhat clearer mind, I carry her down the corridor until I reach the room I’m after. Surprisingly, she doesn’t put up a fight.
The private party room we enter is reserved for exclusive events, and since there isn’t one booked for tonight, I know it will be empty.
It’s just right for the conversation we need to have. About what, I haven’t quite figured out. Not that she’ll be able to hold a conversation with me if she’s as drunk as I think she is.
“Put me down, Sebastian.”
Right now, I’m not in the mood to listen to her; not yet anyway. I’m pissed at her, at myself, and at the man she’s been dancing with. Opening the door and walking into the center of the room, I set her down next to the large oak table, before turning to close and lock the door. This room is soundproof, so she can scream and shout at me—or for me—all she wants.
The ‘for me’ is definitely wishful thinking.
Folding my arms across my chest as I lean back against the door, I ask her, “What are you doing here, Alex?”
“What does it look like?” she counters, mimicking my pose as she looks around the room avoiding my gaze.
The room isn’t big, and the walls are painted an olive black color that makes it look dark and almost depraved. Surrounding the oak table are ten high-back chairs, with a small bar in the corner. I wanted it to give off a dark but romantic vibe and with the dim lighting, it does exactly that.
“Stop playing with me, Alex. You’ve come to my club, dressed like that...” I gesture to her body that calls to me. “You dance with other men, knowing I’m going to be watching you.”
She scoffs as she finally looks at me. “How exactly was I supposed to know you were going to be watching me, Sebastian?” I don’t like the way she spits my name, like it’s disgusting in her mouth and she’d rather not say it.
Moving away from the door, I shout, “Because I can’t fucking stay away from you.” Running my fingers through my hair, tugging on the strands, I turn away from her. I feel too vulnerable when it comes to her.
“Is that why you had a woman on your arm at Meghan and Cooper’s last weekend?” she sneers. Her breathing is labored, and as I turn to face her I notice her fists clench and unclench by her side. She shakes her head and continues, “Get real, Sebastian. I’m just an available piece of ass to you. Don’t insult my intelligence by pretending it’s more.”
I stalk towards her and for every step I take, she takes one back. For a second there is a flare of panic in her dark eyes before she masks it and lifts her chin in defiance. When her back hits the wall, I’m inches from her.
“What are you trying to do to me?” I whisper as my mouth crashes against hers.
Her hands go to my chest and I bring my own up to tangle in her hair. Grabbing fistfuls of the soft strands, I tilt her head further back so I can fully devour her mouth. She shows me all the hatred she has for me in this kiss and I drink it down like my life depends on it.
