The Date Planner

1.16. Dance With Me

Next week arrives with a blur of work and I have a hard time getting a breath.

The fact that I had to create a balance in between my secret boyfriend and best friend wasn't helping enough either. Secret boyfriend because paparazzi can't know about us and we would like to avoid any until we actually get caught and Jason can't know that way either. Considering I almost slipped it out to him a bazillion times in a week is no surprise either.

By the time weekend arrives, I'm beat. This doesn't stop Liza to drag my a*s for clubbing though.

"God, Liza! Last thing I want to do is party after the week I had. Even a spa at this point would suffice or much better, leave me alone", I exclaim on the phone.

"That's exactly why I need your a*s out in about an hour. I talked to Clinton too and he's ready to kick it, so I don't need any excuses, okay?", she orders.

"But what-", I start but she hangs up instantly.

"-about, Jason", I trail off and stare at my blank screen but nothing comes up.

So eventually I haul my a*s out of my apartment.

***

I'm was wearing a very simple and elegant dress until Liza barged into my apartment through the front door only to raid my closet.

So here I'm, half an hour later with a short skirt and a strappy crop top on it. A small pendent adorning my neck and my hair as naturally straight as it was the day I was born.

"Hot", Liza comments from her position at the my bed from behind me while I analyze my outfit in front of my mirror.

Feeling a little too self conscious in it.

"I don't know I can't-", I start to say but I'm cut off by my bedroom door opening as Jason's head pops in.

Uhh-oh.

He looks at me just like I'm looking at him right now. Wide eyed and mouth agape. His eyes drink me in top to bottom and I feel heat rising up to my cheeks as tingles dance up my spine.

"Hey, where you headed, sailor?", Liza breaks the silence with her casual attitude before taking a sip of her beer she raided yet again from my refrigerator earlier.

"I... Uh...", Jason trails but nothing actually comes out of his mouth.

"Jason", Liza snaps at him, drawing his attention to her.

"Yeah"

"What are you doing here?", she c***s her brow in a 'duh' expression.

"I just came to spend the night with Justine but from the looks of it, it seems like you guys are already headed somewhere I'm not invited to....?", he states.

His eyes hardening as he spares me another glance before looking back at Liza.

"Well, next time you should probably knock because entering a women's room without her permission is kinda desperate and nosy", she wrinkles her nose at end.

"Liza!", I exclaim, completely appalled by her statement.

"No, it's fine, Jesse. Next time I'll just ring you up before heading here, okay Liza?", he gives her a withering smile before looking at me one last time and leaving the room.

A few seconds later we hear the front door of the apartment being slammed shut.

I just stare at the closed door of my room, dumbfoundedly trying to make sense of what just happened.

"Will you stop staring? This is exactly why I don't want him around you. He just disappears, waltzs in whenever he wants you and then disappears again. This is not healthy for you Justine and I hope you realize that", she fixes me with a gaze before leaving me alone to my thoughts.

By the time, I hear my front door closing for the second time today, I'm just thinking about how I should probably put a jacket on to cover up as much as possible.

***

A few drinks down, we're finally at the club with Clinton by my side, holding onto me tightly, in case I get lost in the packed crowd.

I feel his hand squeezing my waist in reassurance as we make our way to the bar with Liza in front of us.

I can't say I'm still a little pissed at her for her earlier behavior towards Jason. She had no right to tell him off for something he has no idea about. Yes, she's right about the whole ordeal but she's still wrong.

I've been quiet all the ride over here, thinking about what happened back at the apartment and if I should call Jason. On the other hand, Clinton seems suspicious and itchy to ask me about what's wrong but hasn't because of Liza. He's just waiting for the opportunity to emerge.

I watch him as he orders the bartender for a couple of drinks for us. He looks really hot in his leather jacket and I can't help but admire him. I catch a few girls looking at him lustfully, making me frown.

But it's quickly replaced with a smile as a shot slides in front of me and I look at the source who's smiling at me.

This is going to be interesting.

Keeping my eyes at him and feeling bolder, I take a hold of the shot and throw my neck back so fast, I'm surprised I didn't sprain my neck.

The liquid burns down my throat as I squeeze my eyes shut before opening them up to a beautiful pair of other staring at mine in hunger.

I can't help but smirk at him victoriously as the new found confidence surges through me in the form of alcohol.

I watch him down his own shot as his Adam's apple bobs and my eyes follow it hungrily.

"I'm going to dance, see you love birds later", Liza shouts over the music and we nod at her before she disappears into the crowd.

A few moments later, I feel Clinton's hand snake around my waist from behind and hold me to his chest as I sit on the bar stool before him, downing whatever the bartender gave.

Chills run up my spine, as I feel him drawing lazy circles on my bare stomach and I lean my head back on his shoulder, closing my eyes and getting lost in the feel of it.

"Hey, you", he whispers in my ear as I feel him breathing in my neck.

His breath hits the cartilage of my ear and I shudder involuntarily as a delicious shiver runs down spine.

"Mmm", I moan softly.

I hear Clinton chuckle and I let my smile break free.

"Everything okay?", he asks softly as he places a tender kiss behind my ear.

That breaks it. The illusion.

"What?", I turn around in the stool to face him, confused by his acquisition.

His eyes turn soft at my sight as he cups one of my cheeks and I nuzzle my face into his hand before looking at him.

"You've been quiet the whole evening...", he trails as if that's enough of an explanation.

I look at him warily, trying to gauge his expressions but in the dim lights, I hardly get anything, so I reply with the next best thing.

"It's nothing. I'm just tired from the week", I draw his ear close to my lips and speak out for him to listen clearly.

I know I shouldn't be lying to him but I really don't want to ruin his mood by talking about Jason.

He draws back to look me in the eye, searches as if for truth but finds nothing suspicious, luckily. So he smiles instead only to place a feather-light kiss on my lips.

Making me grin at him cheekily.

I loop my arms around his neck and pull his face closer only for our noses to bump with each other's lightly.

I lean my forehead on his and feel his hands lightly tracing my arms back and forth, making me grin which he mirrors.

"Dance with me?", I ask him, hopefully because honestly I've no idea if he's the dancing type.

"You've to ask?", he leans forward to huskily whisper in my ear and I hold in another shiver that's trying to break out.

My eyes turn hungry as I look back at him before taking his hand and pulling him into the packed crowd of sweaty, dancing bodies.

Once I reach a decent spot, I pull him to me and let our bodies do the work. I don't know how long we dance, how long I just lean back into him and let our hips grind to the rhythm of the beat; his hands sliding around my waist, gripping them, breathing in my neck, groaning into my ear. I just get lost in the feel of it all.

There's something about the club that makes you wild. Maybe it's the environment or the people but you just become bolder for some time and let go. I don't how, why or what. I'm too busy drowning in my alcoholic redemption.

Sweating until my hair is wet, my skin glistens with it and Clinton's damp shirt behind me while I grip the nape of neck, lightly pulling at the hair.

God, I was swimming in it, in him and all the feels. And I couldn't get enough.

***

One thing lead to another and the next thing we know, we're entering my apartment with my back against the door as Clinton kisses the f**k out of me.

We were drunk and it felt like we were teenagers again, eager to rip each other's clothes off, if only to feel something great.

I moan into his mouth as he slides in his tongue effortlessly, caressing it oh-so smoothly against mine. His hands in my hair and mine in his, pulling each other closer and closer.

His body presses into mine like the perfect fit, pushing me into the door as I lean against it with him towering over me.

I pull at his hair and a sensuous groan rumbles out of his chest and I moan into it as he bites my lower lip, pulling at it, our breaths mingling together. He kisses down my jaw to my neck as his hands fish around my denim jacket, slipping it off my shoulders to the floor effortlessly.

"God, I've been wanting to do that all evening", he murmers against my shoulder and I shudder under him, panting heavily.

He sucks and bites a trail of kisses from my neck to my shoulder as I lean my head and thread my fingers in his hair, only my heavy breath and moans filling the silence.

His lips meet mine in a frenzy again and I loop my arms around his before wrapping my legs around his waist, hoisting myself up. His hands grip my thighs and holds me up and I feel him push me against the door again as he dips down to suck on my neck again.

"Bedroom now", I groan out before pulling his lips back to mine.

I hear him growl loudly before he carries me down the hallway to my room, kissing me along the whole way.

As soon as we reach my room, he kicks it shut behind us swiftly and gently places me on the bed despite his rushed movements.

God, I could do this all day.

I close my eyes and let myself feel everything. Taking it all in, getting lost in it.

I feel his hands sliding up from my thighs to my hips grazing my n*****s and finally upto my face where he's already kissing me. He's bracing himself over me with his hands beside my head, trying his best not to grind against me.

His kisses slowly turn soft and lazy and I feel every breath in me, every ounce of me and him as I smile against his lips.

"We should stop", he murmurs against my lips, still kissing.

"I don't want to", I murmur back, pulling at his shirt but this time he withdraws completely.

And I let out a sigh of frustration.

He sits on the edge of my bed as I'm still laying, frustrated and horny as f**k.

But all he does is smile his adorable smile at me which makes my heart melt just at the sight. Further aggravating me.

Kill me now.

I try to sit up but he pushes me back down by his hand on my shoulder.

"You're drunk, baby. We can't. Don't make this harder than it already is. I'm trying to be a good boyfriend, okay?", he raises his hands in the air in a sign of surrender.

"That is so overrated", I scowl at him.

He ends up laughing at me.

"I think I should go. You should rest, it's late. I'll see you tomorrow and bring you breakfast, okay?", he caresses my cheek softly.

"Why can't you just stay here?", I whine.

He gives me look that literally says - 'Really?'.

I just pout at him in return.

He leans forward to kiss my pout away and I see that as an opportunity as my brain starts to churns and pull him by his shirt to me before pulling him in for a deep kiss.

He releases a sensuous groan into my mouth that I feel straight down there before pulling away completely this time standing up and making way to the bedroom door, as far away as possible.

"Justine!", he exclaims.

"Fine", I roll my eyes and follow him to my front door.

My muscles clench as I make my way to the front door behind him and silently curse myself.

He steps out the front door before turning around to peck my lips one last time as I lean against the doorframe, open enough for only my face to peak out.

Clinton smiles at me before leaning forward again and I think he's going to kiss me but ends up changing directions to my ear.

"Don't touch yourself while I'm gone", he whispers huskily into my ear as his breath hits my cartilage and I nearly c****x there.

He kisses my cheek softly, draws away and winks at me before heading towards the elevator. I watch his retreating back with longing.

Ugh! Why? Why did I had to get drunk?

Closing my door, I lean against it and sigh when an idea pops into my head.

And the next thing you know, a trail of my clothes follows to the bedroom as I strip n***d for bed.