Dirty romance

Chapter 8

I proceed back to the bar – finishing my martini in one gulp, placing it down. My eyes observe the glass of scotch with three ice blocks slowly diluting the brown liquids. If I am to confront that beautiful man, I’ll need all the alcohol I can get.

Lifting the cold glass forbidding my small hand to wrap around the girth of the glass I tilt the liquids into my mouth allowing the contents to burn my throat as they slither down.

Hopefully, this will give me some confidence.

My hand glides on the cold railing as I move up the glass stairs which directs me to the VIP section - I come across red ropes which exits off the VIP section from the rest of the club and my eyes meet his. His face sharp, his in a bad mood. s**t maybe I should turn around and forget this but I’m here now.

He looks so much different than being homey in our dorm room – here he’s a different person, a boss. People respect him here, or maybe even fear him. The bald big guard who seems to be more muscular than Eric stops me from moving any closer to his boss.

“Let her through.” Eric orders, taking a sip from his glass. I notice the black leather couch he is sucked into – lucky couch, while I make my way through to get closer to him. He looks pleased that I’m here. Like this was his plan all along.

“Emily, what can I do for you?” he smirks. He points to the seat next to him indicating I should sit down. I fight against the urge to be closer to him. I hold my composure and reject his offer.

“What was that little stunt you pulled during my date?” I demand. My body starts going numb and I realize the alcohol is starting to kick in just in time. One moment his on my side fighting off that bad guy last week now looks like we’ve both chosen a side and we’ve become rivals.

“I just bought you a drink to welcome you back to my club.” He shifts in his seat obviously uncomfortable with his lie.

“Bullshit you knew I’d have to explain to Daniel who you are.” I raise my voice. He rises from his chair and my body stiffens. s**t, don’t come close.

“So my plan worked cause he couldn’t get away from you any quicker.” He says with a devilish smile. No man would want to be in competition with Eric, he’s too intimidating, hell I’m even too afraid to tell him what to do. I was right about it. He tried to ruin my date – but why?

“Why?” I ask quietly.

He moves closer, he doesn’t break eye contact – his face frustrated and he walks over to me.

“Would you like a drink? Maybe another martini?” he ignores my question. His closeness radiates around me and all I want to do is touch him – to shove my hands in his black sleek hair. He bites his jaw telling me I have to answer quickly.

“Answer my question, Eric. Why did you try to sabotage my date? What is it to you?” my patience running out. I should just leave and ignore him completely. Move on and start something new with Daniel.

Eric looks passed me.

“Angelo, please organize a dry martini for Miss Walters.” He demands from the bouncer.

“Yes, sir.” Angelo leaves us alone. This is the first situation where I’m left alone with Eric and I have all his attention. I have to play safe and not let him get the best of me right now.

“I don’t want another drink Eric – answer me or I’m leaving.” I threaten.

He lifts his hand and moves my hair from my face. He shifts closer to the side of my ear and whispered.

“You’ll be mine one day, and when that happens – no other man will have you again.” My chest tightened, my breathing stopped as I took in his words. He’s playing with me, with my feelings. Mandi was right all along yet he keeps rejecting me but why? My feelings confused. He turns around and takes his seat once again forgetting that I’m in the room.

I have to go. I have to leave before I do something unexplainable. He knows- he knows I want him. He knows what he does to me. I have to stay far, far away from this dangerous man.

“How can you be so sure that I want you?” feeling proud of my feisty remark.

His head c***s up at my comment and his eyes are soft.

“Stay with me Emily?” he wants me to sit down. I want to but I’m afraid of what might happen. I feel my pulse in my ears because of the decision I have to make. The urge to stay here with him, to enjoy his intoxicating effect on me I want more I decide.

I take the seat next to him, he quickly moves closer to me.

“I’ve been trying to stay away from you. But you keep showing up. I know inside you want my attention.” His hand moves my hair back and I bite my lip. Pressing my legs together I feel a rush spreading down to my groin. Our eyes connect, I’m exhilarated excited. I can’t stay away. s**t, he’s moving closer. Oh please kiss me. I need it. His face moves closer he smells of cologne, alcohol, and cigarettes. My face heats up and I’m sure I’m red now. Seconds later I feel his lips on mine his hand moves to the nap of my back and pulls me closer instantly I give in to his action.

In all ecstasy, I give in to my need to kiss him. Emily you little hoe. My subconscious seeps into my mind. You just kissed Daniel, now you’re giving in to Eric.

My mouth opens to his kiss giving him access to my tongue. A fire of lust seems to generate from inside me. I tilt my head to the side allowing him more access and the kiss deepens. I’m on the clouds in a trance and I love the butterflies in my stomach.

He pulls away slowly and looks me deep in my eyes. I want this man. He caresses his hand through my hair and my eyes close at his touch.

“You’re so beautiful, Emily.” He emphasizes my name. I share a light smile and the guard places my martini on the sleek glass table in front of us.

“What do you say, you finish your drink and we head back to the dorm room to finish this up?” his voice husky and sexy. I watch him light up his cigarette as if that kiss had no effect on him. Daniel should have never left me here on my own. Look at all I’ve accomplish being alone with Eric.

I finish my glass and nod in Eric’s direction and he smiles at my decision.

I turn around and progress down the glass stairs as we make our way back to our room.

Shit, what have I done? Eric follows me from behind silently all the way from the club. I have to put a stop to this but I can’t help the way my body reacts to him. That kiss…sent a thrill through me that I’ve never felt before and I want more. His hard facial expression makes me want to do everything in my power to make him smile. Oh and his smile. I’ve fallen in love with it. He’s a danger to me - a danger I won’t ever get enough of.

How is he capable of making me feel so dizzy around him? So unsure of myself and where I stand with my own feelings and wants. All I know is that I do want this man.

As I open up the door he still follows behind and without hesitation. He grabs me by my waist making my bag drop to the floor, he moves me against the back of the closed door while his hand explores my waist. Running his hand up my back then down cupping my ass and squeezing it, his face so close to me. He presses my arms on top of my head while his lips invade my neck.

I lose all control and shivers run through me. I tilt my head sideways giving him more access to this action that I seem to love.

“Oh…” a moan escapes from my lips. He moves from my neck back to my lips once again. f**k he makes me feel so wanted by him.

“Mmm… you love being dirty with me don’t you?” his voice turning me on even more. My face heats with embarrassment and I feel slight tingles between my legs. Give me more Eric. He lifts my left leg up to his hip and he presses his groin against mine allowing my skirt to move up my thigh. f**k. I feel a huge rush run between my legs and at this point, I know my panties are moist.

His hands move from the top of my head freeing my arms and he runs it on the side of my breast with his eyes fixed on my chest. In no time his hands rip the middle of my white tank top leaving me in just my bra, exposed to him while he slams his lips back on to mine. I begin to feel his c**k grow under his jeans, he presses it harder against my panties.

I shut my eyes unable to grasp this dizzy feeling, he moves me from the door to his bed in rapid seconds laying me gently on to the bed. The cold material of the bedding cools me down for a second until his hands touch me again. He presses his lips to mine allowing our tongues to dance he squeezes my breast the pushes my bra up allowing my breast to plop back down.

“Moan for me, baby.” He encourages me while pinching my n*****s making the urge between my legs grow wilder.

He spreads open my legs and lays between them the fabric of my panties brush over my sensitive clit as I open my legs and my p***y starts to throb.

“Oh…” I react to my sensitive v****a.

“That’s a good girl, show me how much you want this.” He eggs me on and it drives me crazier. The s****l desire between my legs start to grow every second he touches me, next thing I know I feel his warm tongue on my areola circling my n****e. He brings his teeth over my n****e and gently nibs on them, willing a loud moan to leave my parted lips.

He moves away from my body and stands up straight his eyes not leaving the dirty sight he created. I pant allowing my breathing to come back to normal. I move to lift myself on my elbows and I watch as he straightens his bulge in his pants obviously making it more comfortable.

“I have to go.” I’m immediately disappointed. How can I persuade him to stay and continue this dirty deed he started?

“Where are you going?” I hear every single disappointed tone in my voice.

“Back to the club, I won’t be coming back tonight so I’ll probably see you in class tomorrow?” he states.

I pull his pillow to cover my breast and straighten my skirt realizing his rejecting me. He doesn’t want me. He used you, Emily.

“Why did you do this?” my voice sad.

“To show you what you’ll miss out on.” His malicious eyes taunt me. He turns around and I hear the door shut closed.

Shit!!

He left me high and dry.