Obsessive Passion

Chapter eight

Tuesday.

When Justin arrived at her apartment, she had just finished dressing up. He stopped at the door, and was wearing a red jacket, with red pants, and white shoes.

She closed the apartment door, her hair was loose, her curls were on, and she was wearing silver sandals.

- Needless to say, you look beautiful.

- Stop it, otherwise I will give up. - she smiled.

- Let's go? - He held out his hand, she took it, and the two went to the elevator.

*

She had a white limousine waiting for Justin when they left the hotel.

- Are you cold?

The wind from the limousine's sunroof was cold, and she was rubbing her arms when she was sitting next to him.

- A little bit.

Justin closed the sunroof and looked at her smiling.

- And now? How are you?

- Very well. Thanks.

- You're really shy. I can't imagine you drinking and dancing in a nightclub.

He started laughing frantically.

- Are you saying you think I don't know how to have fun?

- I'm not the one saying it. - he continued laughing.

- Well, I know how to have fun. I'm just not just walking around in my panties, like you did Justin. Only in your case it was underwear.

- That's nice. You should try it. Although it would be a temptation to see you walking around in your underwear, and not being able to touch you.

He bit his lower lip, and winked.

- I didn't find it funny. - She turned her face to the window and laughed. She watched the city with tall, shiny buildings.

When they arrived, Justin made a point of opening the door for her. There were hundreds of photographers and paparazzi at the entrance to the nightclub, as there would be many celebrities that night. After they entered the club they were free from the flashes.

*

The music was loud, it was David Guetta, so the club was full of rich and famous people.

- Do you want to dance, my princess?

Justin had gone out to greet some friends, and she was at the bar alone, but he went back to sit next to her.

- Justin, I don't think so ...

- Stay calm, babe. - He took her by the hand and took her to the dance floor. - And have fun.

- It's ok.

*

Justin danced very well, and was already involved in the dance, he was shirtless dancing on stage. While she tried to have fun on the track, the colored lights and the drink were already making her dizzy.

- Take it, just take that cup. - Justin offered her a glass of champagne for the third time.

- No, Justin I already drank too much.

- Go, you can drink. If you get drunk, I will take you to my home. - he insisted.

- I don't want to drink, Justin!

This time she spoke louder, and he stopped offering more drinks.

- You know what? - he was still dancing, and talking loudly.

- What?

- You are the only single girl at this party who is not hitting on me.

- Serious? - she pretended she was surprised. - But you know you're released, don't you? I'll be fine on my own, you can go with some girls.

- Your lack of confidence in me sometimes offends me. - He smiled.

- Excuse me.

- Do you want to get some rest?

- I want.

- So let's go. - Justin took her hand, and took her to sit at the bar.

- Your friends are having fun Justin, why don't you go too?

- I'm not trying to have fun. I'm wanting something else ...

Justin approached her to kiss her, but she pushed him away.

- Now, I want to take something.

- Now? Seriously?

- Yea.

- All right.

Justin ordered two shots of whiskey and gave her one to drink.

- Thanks.

She drank it all at once.

- Calm down. - He smiled. - You decided that you wanted to drink something, right when I was going to kiss you. I have the impression that you don't want to be with me.

- Is not it.

- It is not? So you won't get out if I kiss you now.

Justin took the whiskey glass from her hands, and approached it again, but she pushed him away and stood up.

- What is it now?

- Justin, we're just friends. - she started to dance sensually, messing up her hair and rolling. - Just friends.

- So you're going to drive me crazy.

He watched her bite her lower lip. She swept her hair through her fingers, making them messy.

- Want to know something? - she raised her voice. - You just can't accept that you're taking a girl out!

- What?!

She did not answer. She just picked up another glass of whiskey on the counter, and went to the dance floor. And Justin went after her, trying to hide his anger.

- It's not a good idea for you to drink so much.

- No?

She was already drunk and started laughing.

- But you really wanted to get me drunk! Now that I want to have fun, do you think it's bad?

She started dancing on the dance floor, messing up her hair and pulling her dress up by her legs. And she was drinking several shots of whiskey over and over.

- I better take you home. - he was serious.

She didn't hear, so Justin picked her up and carried her to the limousine.

*

She had messy hair, sitting on the bench with Justin, squirming and laughing non-stop. She was already very drunk and was talking loudly.

- I'll drop you off at the hotel.

- What?! Are you going to leave me alone like this?

She pouted, and blinked her eyes.

- You are absolutely right. I will take you to my home. That way you are, you can do some nonsense.

- That's right. And now ... I imagine you are going to put me in your room, because the guest rooms are already occupied. Is not it?

Her voice was different. She looked like one of those comedy movie actresses trying to seduce a drunk man.

- I think so. What...

- And you're going to put me in your bed ... and do what you've always wanted to do with me, don't you, Justin? - she pouted.

- I won't do anything to you like that.

- I pay to see! You will not be able to sleep next to my body without doing anything! You always want to kiss me, you won't let this opportunity pass, will you?

Justin was not taken with her teasing. She talked a lot along the way, and in the end, she slept on Justin's lap.

*

When they arrived at his house, Justin took her to his bed, and removed the sandals from her feet slowly and carefully.