Falling For My Therapist

Chapter Two.

CERENA ||

We had arrived at the club about an hour ago and Susan was already drunk next to me. "Cerena baby, come on, f**k him, stop thinking about him. Let's get drunk, and then you help me find someone I can put on their knees today," she said, while dragging me to the middle of the club.

Your Guilty Pleasure by Henry Verus was currently playing all throughout the club, and it was one of our favorite jams. Susan placed her hands on my hips from behind, moving them while I pushed Dan all the way to the back of my mind, gently moving my hips slowly against hers.

"There's my best friend!" she exclaimed as she continued to rock my hips on her body.

Everyone's eyes were on us, but we didn't care. We danced on each other, totally ignoring everyone around us.

With closed eyes, I danced on Susan as she moved her hands all around my curves. After a while, I suddenly felt a pair of eyes burning all over my body. I turned around to open my eyes in that direction, only to see a gorgeous man sitting across the room in the VIP booth, his legs spread open as he watched me. He wore a black shirt showing his muscles and his tattoos painted all over his skin. My eyes went up to his gold chain playing on his neck, to his sharp jawline with neatly trimmed stubble on his jaw. His grey eyes bore into my brown eyes, with a small grin on his lips.

I continued to move my body, keeping eye contact with the stranger as he sat up this time. When I went down bringing my body slowly up on Susan, he stood up, stalking towards me.

"Holy s**t! Where the actual f**k did that come from?" my best friend said, shocked. Susan followed my eyes to also look at the stranger coming towards us.

"That's my cue to leave you now, plus he's super hot. Good job, Cece and have fun," she said to me as she sashayed her way off to the bar. The stranger got to me where I was still standing, and stood tall in front of me. His hand found my waist bringing me closer to him.

"Dance on me amore," his Italian accent thick with his smooth words falling off his tongue. By now I had forgotten who the hell Dan was.

"And if I don't want to?" his smirk returned to his lips. Turning me around, so my ass hit his front, his hand now tight on my stomach, making sure I felt him.

"I wasn't asking sweetheart, I was telling you," his large tattooed hand guided my hips against him, while we continued to dance on each other, or better still, I was the one doing the dancing on him.

His head was on my neck while he was whispering crazy things into my ear, Then I placed one of my hands in his soft black hair, tugging it, he groaned. His hand wrapped around my throat, although not too tight.

"Don't tease me amore", he whispered in my ear. I bit my lip trying to hold back my moan when he cupped one of my breasts, slowly rubbing my n****e with his thumb. "Thank you for the dance, beautiful," he said to me when the song was over and walked off, leaving me in the middle of the dance floor breathing heavily while everyone watched me. Susan came back to meet me with her jaw dropped.

"That was like the sexiest thing I have ever seen," she said to me like a proud mother, while grinning widely.

Dan.

"I have to get home before Dan does," I quickly said to her. She nodded as we made our way through the crowd while getting whistles from both the guys and the girls.

On getting home, I went straight to the bedroom. Closing the bedroom door quietly, I was hit by a chest I knew was Dan’s..

"Where were you, Cerena?!" he asked me as he followed me into the bathroom as I removed my make- up.

"I was out with Susan," I said truthfully, but, of course, leaving out the details of dancing with a sexy stranger.

"Like that?" He asked, and I shot him a look.

"What exactly do you mean by that?, like what Dan?" he closed his mouth quickly. "No Dan, you can finish the sentence because I want to hear it." I really wanted him to say it, so I wouldn't feel bad about dancing on another man.

"It's 12 am Cerena, you didn't call or text me to inform me of your whereabouts." I took off my dress, walking back into the room. Dan was shirtless, showing off his nice but tattoo-less body.

"I'm sorry, okay, I forgot," I sighed while I apologized to him. He sat down on the bed and pulled me onto his lap.

"Just don't forget again baby. I was really worried, I thought you were actually mad at me because I stood you up on our dinner plans," he responded. I was actually mad at you dumb ass, I thought to myself.

He kissed my shoulder as I got up from his lap. He got into bed and in seconds, was already asleep.

"Thank you, my loving husband, for trying to call or text me at least. Oh, and goodnight," I said sarcastically to myself, knowing he couldn't even hear me.

I climbed into bed with the stranger from the club in my mind.

Who was he?