“Please stop that.” I grimaced at Kate.
I focused on the faces of the men in front of the pub before returning to Kate. Although I have no clue where Sally and Claire went, I am confident that they were with the two guys who invited them to dance earlier. Others have asked me as well, but I decline since I lack the enthusiasm to join others on the dance floor while they spin about. We've been there at the pub for a while. By the time I had finished my fourth glass of Blackberry vodka, Kate was already slouched on the counter.
"I can't help it. I'm puzzled as to why your fiance would treat you in such a way when you are so attractive,” Kate laughed and looked at me with a mischievous smirk. "And let me note, you don't look like a professor right now."
I was aware that I was different at this time. My gorgeous reddish brown hair was in gentle waves. The mid-thigh length red dress that hugged my figure brought out my curves, and the black heels made my legs appear slender. When compared to the Jaidyn I know, who dresses simply and plainly, this was very different. However, I had this dress in my duffel bag since I planned to wear it out, but with Anthony rather than by myself.
"That is something else that concerns me. Why on earth would he do that?” I swallowed the lump forming in my throat at the memory of Anthony.
I was madly in love with that dude. I gulp down my freshly ordered glass of Blackberry vodka in one go. The liquid burned up my chest. When I snapped my head again at the entrance, I noticed a tall, black-haired man who had just entered the building, but to my surprise, his intensely blue eyes locked onto mine. Although he was being seen by several ladies, he was entirely concentrated in my way.
I forced myself to turn away and cast a quick peek at Kate, who was likewise focusing on the man. She then turned to me and grinned. "The point of coming here is to have fun. Make the most of your time off here”
I looked at her, thinking and weighing my decision. I know what she meant. Even for a few days, I wanted to forget the pain. The reality that was waiting for me back home.
"Tonight, dance the night away with a few dashing guys before returning to the big metropolis. Okay?” Kate smiled brightly at me as she stood up and gave me a hug before bringing me into the mass of people on the dance floor.
The moment I sipped that last glass of vodka I had ordered earlier, I realized I had drunk too much. I felt dizzy, a little queasy, and hot as I danced to the music. I let my fingers dangle over my hair, letting the air cool my nape. I carried on swaying my hips back and forth as I felt the song deeply throughout my entire body.
It was worth it though because I forgot my pain for a moment.
I became even more engrossed in the feelings as my heart raced in time with the music's euphoric, even sensual bass. I have never done this before without my close circle at my side. I just subconsciously crossed a secret item off my bucket list: dancing at a new town's nightclub with new acquaintances.
I was still moving my body in time with the music when I felt a movement behind me. I knew without looking that it was a man. Despite the ickiness of his proximity, I continued to move slowly through the song while his hands every so often brushed across mine.
I was engrossed in the music, in the rhythm, when someone yelled, "Anthony! Wait up!" above the loud music.
I abruptly stopped dancing, and my focus instantly went to the smiling young guy and the female who had joined her arms with his.
Perhaps my drink wasn't too strong at all. Or perhaps I'm not that inebriated, since when I hear that familiar name, a creeping ick suddenly makes me feel like I'm cheating.
When the man's hands slipped down my sides, I shoved the man off my body with such vigor that I stumbled. I spun around when a rush of dizziness hit me, but all I saw were couples gyrating against one another.
“Shit,” I muttered, forcing my way through the body mass. Then I sensed a movement behind me again.
I was about to move away again when large hands crept up around my hips, gliding through the smooth material of my garment as I was ready to turn around when I was pushed into a hard, broad chest.
There were differences this time. This man had such a powerful presence that I felt hot in an instant just with his touch.
His fingers nearly encompassed my stomach. When I heard him breathe deeply next to my ear, I was taken aback by how good it sounded. He smelt spicy and dark. It was addicting, clouding all my senses. My entire line of reasoning abruptly began to fall to pieces. My contempt has been replaced by a yearning that I can't quite identify. Everything happened suddenly.
My body's reaction to this strange man caused me to frown, and the rational half of my mind was scolding me for allowing another stranger to touch me after I had just shoved one. But those thoughts slipped away as soon as I caught the scent of the man. Who is this man?
I felt his fingers tighten on my hip bones. I drew nearer to him and breathed in his scent. “You smell good,” I moaned in a daze.
His grip on my hipbones grew tighter. We began to move in a fully sensual manner. He held me in position by grabbing my hips with his hands. His erection was like an iron rod pressing against my back. And I sensed the heat of arousal, the surge of need, and wetness dripping from between my legs.
We continued to glide gently together as I shut my eyes. The dance grew more seductive as the seconds went by. I tipped my head to the side as though my body were responding instinctively after becoming aware of my hair being pulled over one shoulder. His lips brushed across the side of my throat. My breathing became more labored.
“God, you're hot,” he murmured darkly against my skin and I shivered. I could hear his rumble and feel the vibrations from it over the loud music, making me even wetter and aching in my center.
When I turned around, the ground shook, and my palms instinctively flattened on his chest's rough surfaces. I tilted my head back to get a better look at him.
Damn. He stands so tall and big. There was no way to look behind him due to his broad chest and wide shoulders. The intense stare he had at me heated my body and made the arousal nestle deep inside my core. He glanced down at me, and I knew I was more intoxicated than I had thought because his eyes seemed to blaze gold. His slightly harsh, rigid facial planes complemented his dominant manner. His hair was as pitch-black as darkness. His lips seemed so soft.
This man has devilish good looks. He was dangerous in all aspects of his personality. He was encircled by a thick, heavy, and suffocating air of power.