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“I’ll get used to it,” I tell her, gesturing around us. There’s too much naked skin. In a way, it’s a reprise of my birthday party. Men in suits are busy with girls that look innocent but aren’t once their legs are spread.
“Take a deep breath,” she advises me, gently massaging my chest over my clothes. She’s shut her eyes in the midst of the packed club. There are hundreds of people here, and she’s zoning off. “Breathe, Mr. Winters. We’re here to have sex. I don’t want you to have a heart attack before you get to fuck my ass tonight.”
“Is that all I’m worth to you?” I ask playfully. There’s thunder in my chest, an uncomfortable vibration.
Ivy gasps and the massage stops. She wraps her arms around me, tugging me close. Her head’s pressed against my chest. She’s listening in on my heart. “Take a deep breath now and forget about the fucking. If you’re not into it, we leave. You said so yourself. There’s no threat here. People are just having fun. Listen to your heart. It makes such beautiful sounds.”
My heart, that son of a bitch, is acutely trying to impress Ivy.
Her public show of affection is incredibly foreign to me. I can’t escape the thought of betrayal. There must be a set of eyes on me that I’m not aware of. I entertain Ivy’s neediness, but I don’t believe in coincidences.
I fear that something’s going on.
“Take your hands off of me.” She twitches. I hate that my outburst from the other day has traumatized her, but I must do this. She likes it when I tell her what to do.
Ivy removes herself from me. Her eyes are wide and big when I glance at them. Her lower lip trembles deliciously.
“You want to be my object, little doe?”
She nods instantly.
CHAPTERFIFTEEN
IVY
His eyes consume my lips,and I don’t know why it makes me feel so insecure about myself. He’s been seeing me for years now. It’s not the first time that he has seen my lips.
I wanted the experiment, the random date. I’m horny and loose because of the cream that was applied to my skin. Yet, I can’t shake the uneasiness. Jordan hasn’t noticed because he’s contemplating what’s happening himself. He’s close to a panic attack, and the unprofessional side of me thinks I can cure him with my love.
My neediness doesn’t scare him away. Dangerously so, he takes ownership of me in public. His mouth claims mine, and it’s like there’s no music playing. My perception of the world starts and ends with Jordan at this moment. He tastes like mint and cherry, a mixture from the candy we’ve snuck into the club. His hand nestles on the back of my neck, and I press myself against him like he’s planning to leave me.
I don’t recall when this became my dream, but it happened sometime in the past five years of my new life in Katantia. I enjoy every second of our public kiss. We should know better than to make out in public like we’re teens, but we don’t. Spontaneously, I make it a part of our routine.Jordan does something unexpected.
A flicker of applause reaches my ears, and I chuckle. I feel Jordan cursing under his breath as he removes himself from me. There’s a glare in his eyes, but I decide that it’s playful.
“Mr. Winters, is she your object?”
“Who is this woman?”
“When’s the next wedding?”
“How’s the queen?”
I embrace Jordan, keeping him by my side. I can hear his wild heart spewing schemes of anger. Before he can say anything, I speak up. “We kindly ask for privacy. He’s not here as a public person. We’re new to this, and we would like to be treated like any other Katantian.”
“Oh, of course!” A man in black jeans steps forward. In addition to a perfectly trimmed beard, he’s got a ring on his finger, and he’s the age of Jordan. Unlike Jordan, he looks like it. “That was quite the show. That’s all we wanted to express.”
The man gestures at the small crowd that has assembled around us. I clutch unto Jordan. He might be fuming, but if something were to happen right now, he’d have my back. Once Jordan believes in you, he will do anything to protect you.
Do I deserve his protection? His affection?
I don’t think I do.
“Are you here alone?” the man asks. The upper buttons of his green shirt are unopened, and I can see a hint of his chest hair. If anything, I’m faintly disgusted. The only chest I want to see is Jordan’s.
“We’re new, like I said before,” I tell him. Jordan’s quiet. I like it when he lets me do the talking.
“Would you like to join us? We’ve got a private section by the bar. You can have your own table if you want. It’s not included in the standard membership. We’re VIPs.” The man seeks Jordan’s approval, but he isn’t getting it thus far. “The queen… She’s friends with my daughter. Kamila helped her out in her time of need… When I didn’t want to listen. I’ll forever be grateful….”
