AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Take your time,” she calls. “Noah and Sutton are going to meet us tonight.”
Her back is to me so I’m not sure what to make of that statement. Noah is Savannah’s brother’s best friend from childhood, who Savannah is living with. Sutton is his girlfriend, and they all currently live together after Savannah moved in.
Savannah hasn’t really gone into many details about her life, or what her relationship with Noah and Sutton is like, but I’ve got eyes, and I’ve seen the way Noah watches Savannah. I feel bad for Sutton because she’s a great girl, but the brief glances he throws Savannah’s way whenever they’re in the same room as each other are very obvious. He probably thinks nobody has noticed, but he’s not very good at hiding them. And I don’t even hang out with him. It’s like a puppy looking at you for a nibble of your food, except he’s a six foot three mountain of a man.
I don’t press Savannah on why they're joining us tonight. It’s not going to impact my night.
With a head start on the shots, we grab a cab to Siren,where we meet up with Noah, Sutton and Ben.
* * *
It’s one in the morning, and I’m with Ben on the dance floor in Passion dancing away toHead & HeartbyJoel Corry. Despite my pleas to not go, we’ve ended up in Sebastian’s club because Savannah said she had never been. Unfortunately for me, it’s the best place to finish the night—according to Savannah and an article she read about New York nightlife. Stupidly, I agreed, because at the time I was too drunk to care. At this point in the night, I’ve sobered up enough that my eyes keep darting to the window above us.
Ben leans down to talk in my ear. “Do you want another drink? I’m going to the bar.”
I shake my head in response and he breaks away from me to go. I just want to dance. I just want to forget. It was a bad idea to come here, especially after last weekend. As the bodies of fellow dancers close in on me, I contemplate whether I should have gone for that drink with Ben after all. At least then I could have worked on forgetting him and what I experienced upstairs. The song changes to another dance song that has me closing my eyes and swinging my hips to the beat, willing my mind to shut off and enjoy the music.
Strong hands land on my hips, gently squeezing them for my attention, and, when I glance over my shoulder, as expected it’s Wesley... I think that’s his name. He’s one of Alfie’s friends, and I’ve seen him a couple of times since we first went out many moons ago with Meghan.
God, that feels like a lifetime ago.
His warm breath skates over my ear. “Hey, you remember me?”
I feel nothing.
With a nod of my head in response, I settle back into his arms. My mind takes this moment, and the lack of anything I’m feeling for Wesley, to remind me that I was fine before I met Sebastian. The thought is unwanted and has me faltering in my dance.I’m going to be fine after him.So what if every man I’m with since him doesn’t ignite a fire within me?
It’s not the end of the world.
I’m sure there are plenty of women out there faking their orgasms for a man theyfeelsomething for. In fact, I know there are because I was, once upon a time.
Forget about him!
Wesley is a good-looking guy. He’s got to be around six foot four, with short ash blond hair, plump lips, mysterious brown eyes, and a sharp jawline covered with stubble. He has sleeve tattoos on both arms which are currently wrapped around me as he dances with me; his solid body pressed against mine.
Keep lying to yourself, Alex.
He doesn’t compare to the man currently occupying my thoughts and making me wonder what’s going on in the office that overlooks the dance floor.
Is he fucking someone else?
Is he getting them all hot and sweaty while they're pressed up against the cool glass, looking down on us?
Like he did with me.
THREE
Sebastian
I’ve been sitting in my office watching Alex ever since she enteredmyclub. The guys managing the door know her, and it’s not worth them losing their jobs if they don’t alert me when she arrives.
I don’t know why I’ve resorted to threatening their jobs over a woman, other than it being a necessary precaution after she walked in on me with some nameless woman on her knees between my legs. When I’d looked up and seen her wide, dark gaze piercing me with a mixture of disgust and hatred, for a millisecond I’d felt something akin to shame.
Despite that, I refused to acknowledge whatever it was and carried on bucking my hips into the face of Suzy… Stacey… whatever her name was. I came with my eyes locked on Alex, and it wasn’t until I looked down at the woman between my legs, breaking our eye contact, that she turned around and left.
I’ve tried my hardest to fuck her out of my system, but it’s like she’s taken root and I can’t get her to fucking leave. No matter who I’m balls deep in, I picture her. These nameless women have all becomeher. So I tried to switch tactics and just fuck her, but even that’s not worked because she still occupies my thoughts. She’s like a fucking addiction.
Some might call me crazy, and they’d probably be right, because I could have swore I knew better than to connect with someone on an emotional level. Emotions are stupid, useless distractions. I’ve never had a need for them before and I sure as shit don’t have any need for them now.
