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“What do you think Millie saw when she came back to the bar a few minutes ago, huh? After she disappeared about two hours ago because she couldn’t stand to hear Jane talk about how she was going to, and has already, had her way with you, highlighting the details of your past encounter together. Then she walks back in to find Jane wrapped around you like the limpet she can be, laughing, with you touching her up! Are you fucking stupid?”
“I…” I have no words; that was not what was happening.For fuck sake, I’ve worked so hard to gain her trust, have I just ruined it?I’ve stayed away from anything romantic; it’s been so fucking hard. Every time we sit on the sofa to watch a movie, I’m hard just with the slightest touch. I watch her at work, and get jealous of everyone she speaks to. I’ve been rude to the guys on staff when I catch the way they look at her and make comments about her. It’s nothing I’ve not thought about myself, but she’s mine, only I’m allowed to think of her in that way.
I’ve just been there for her. I wanted her to heal like Em said, to trust me after the stupid things I did, and the stuff that has happened to her, and now…now I may have lost it all, by not seeing what was happening right in front of me.
“Fuck!” I’m so stupid. “You know how I feel, I need to find her!” I say, moving Em to the side so I can stand up.
“She has already left, she went out by the beach, you are such a dickhead!” she says, and gets her phone out of her bag.
“She says she is okay, that she has gone out to another bar, and will keep me updated on where she is.” I relax a little, knowing she’s messaged Em, but I need to find her.
It’s been an hour, I’ve called her eight times, sent her messages asking where she is, saying that I need to talk to her. I know she has read them, but she’s not messaging me back. I feel like I’m going out of my mind. I’m worried for her safety; we are in another country for fuck sake.What is she doing? What might someone else do to her…fuck, I can’t even let my mind go there.
“Fuck!” I run my fingers through my hair and head to the club where we first met. I can’t lose her again. Maybe I’ll have some luck there.
I greet the guys when I walk through the door and take a seat at the bar. Isaac hands me my usual drink, whisky on the rocks. The club is rammed, which is great. I don’t know what to do, I feel useless, I feel awful for leaving my sister and Dan’s celebrations. They were having a great time. I made sure of that, it is my best friend and my sister, after all. I reassured Em I would find her and explain everything to her.
I can’t think and I need to think. Grabbing my drink, I push past everyone having a good time, dancing and drinking. Making my way up the stairs towards the office, that’s when I see her in the middle of my club. I lean over the rail a little, my hand clutching onto it, and I watch her. Her hair is falling down her back as she dances, guys trying and failing to touch her. She is the sexiest thing I have ever seen, I watch as she moves to the music, her hips swaying from side to side to the beat, her sweet little ass in that tiny skirt, I can’t take my eyes off her, she turns around and my eyes almost pop out of my head, that…bikini, the small triangles just about covering her perfect boobs.
Then I watch as a pair of hands curve around her stomach; I feel sick, that bastard is trying it on, I can’t blame him, but that’smy girl. What I see next amazes me, she turns around and looks him in the eye and within seconds, he is gone, I was ready to kick the shit out of him, but she is handling it.
Moving back down the stairs, I walk towards her, watching her dance with her eyes closed, beautiful, that’s all I can think. Of course I have a massive hard-on; I’m starting to get used to having a bad case of blue balls. It’s getting embarrassing how quickly it can happen from a single thought of her.
I must look like a right dick but I just stand and watch her some more from a few feet away; she looks like the girl I first met six years ago, she looks happy, carefree and loving life. This is how I remember her, the first time I saw her, with her friends dressed up like superheroes, enjoying the night, laughing and being free. It’s why I watched her then, and why I can’t take my eyes off her now. Some lad tries to grab her ass but I step forward, grabbing his shirt just before he touches her, “She is mine, hands off!” I tell him and he backs away as quickly as he came over, hands up in defeat.
Standing behind her, having those hips sway right where I want them to be, I’m mesmerised. Reaching out, I move some of her long, red, wavy hair back from her shoulder, sliding it through my fingers, exposing her neck. I feel her as she freezes. I lean down, inhaling her scent; it drives me crazy, my nose tracing her neck and ear. I hear her take a sharp inhale. It takes me a few moments to realise something is different, I’ve been too focused on the way she moves and the pricks trying it on with her to notice a beautiful new intricate design that runs over her shoulder and arm.
“You have a new tattoo,” I smile, lightly tracing the small flowers with my fingers down her other arm, as she turns to face me.
“I’m not talking to you,” and she moves away towards the stairs. Leaving me standing there alone on the dance floor. Catching up with her as quickly as I can, I grab her hand.
“Come to the office with me, so we can talk please?” I beg.
“Let go of me, and no, I saw what I saw.” I let go and she goes up the stairs to the bar and orders three shots. I ask Andy for some water and my usual and tell him it’s on me; she shoots me daggers, drinks her shots and walks away again, flaunting her ass and driving me crazy.Ahh... I scream in my head.
“Please just hear me out, Millie please.”
“No. Why should I? It’s not like we are in a relationship, you can do whatever you want with whoever you want.” Her tone is calm, annoyed but calm.
“I don’t want anyone else, I want you!” I say but she is walking away again. I need to get her alone, she will hate me for this, but what else can I do? I stride past her, stop in front and she almost walks into me. Placing my hands on her hips, I lift her over my shoulder in a fireman’s lift. With her sweet ass in the air, she screams but also laughs at the same time as I move us towards my office.
“People can see everything,” she shouts at me, trying to hold herself up, her hands on my lower back, but she falls back over my shoulder. I move my hand up to cover where her short skirt has come up over her delicious ass. I can feel the heat between her legs; she gasps and stops wriggling.
When we reach my office, I put her down and she stumbles back onto the sofa.
“Well, that was rude, there was no need to do that.” She stands up but sways a little.
“There was every reason to do that, you wouldn’t listen. How much have you had to drink?”
“None of your goddamn business,” she says, steadying herself on the arm of the chair. “Whatever you have to say….I don’t wantto hear it,” she says with her hands on her hips.Fuck, she’s sexy when she’s angry.
“Look…” I step forward and stand in front of her. She looks up at me with defiant eyes and moves away from me. “What you saw was Jane trying it on as normal; what you missed was me telling her to back off as I’m into someone else. She laughed it off, and I, the stupid dick I am, carried on, not noticing what she was doing, because I’m not interested in her! I’m sorry!”Fuck, I hope she listens.
“Oh, really? That’s your normal is it? Girls falling over themselves for you, and you pretending not to see what’s going on! You were touching her, your hand was on her leg, for fuck’s sake!” She was shouting at me, her anger rising, her hands in the air, looking me in the eye. “I thought you were different,” she says, fighting the tears back. “I will not be treated like this. I need someone better, I can’t go through… all that again.” A tear slips and glides down her cheek as she holds in a sob. I reach out for her but she moves back, “Don’t…I…”
“Millie, please, I’m not like that, like him, please listen to me, I love you! I was trying to move her off me.” I really want to touch her, hold her close and make it all better.
“I know you’re not him,” she says in a whisper, softening a little, she closes her eyes. “You’re like my own personal brand of sunshine,” she says, draping herself on the sofa, putting her legs up over the arm, like she can’t take it anymore. I smile, I know I shouldn’t but I can’t help it. I’m not sure she realised what she said. So I’m her personal brand of sunshine? Well fuck me!I can’t hide the smile spreading across my face right now or the swell in my chest.
