Spurned but not broken

chapter 5

Without saying a word, he slowly retracted his hand and lifted the lighter, lighting his own cigarette and inhaled, still keeping his gaze locked with that of the beautiful young woman that stood before him.

Amelie, seemingly lost in the depths of deep blue that gazed back at her, steadily came back to her senses, inhaling from her own cigarette before shyly thanking the man in front of her.

Jaxon gestured toward the seating area he'd just risen from. "Care to join me?"

Blushing slightly under his intense gaze, smiled gently. "Sure, I could use the company."

Chuckling to himself, he raised an eyebrow as they both took their seats next to each other. "I hardly think you're lacking in company, you've been practically surrounded since you came upstairs."

"The company of someone that doesn't know me or the soap opera-style drama that is currently my life sounds much more appealing."

"Oh? Well, as interesting as it sounds, I won't pry," holding out a hand towards Amelie. "I'm Jaxon, nice to meet you."

Amelie took his hand. "Amelie, and thank you for the light."

They continued to chat away, light-hearted conversation, nothing too personal or deep, but as they continued their conversation, both noticed that they were feeling the effects of the alcohol more and more.

Attempting to stand without making it appear too obvious that she was truly drunk, Amelie rose from her seat. "Well Jaxon, it's been a pleasure, but I think it's time I started heading home."

Feeling just as inebriated as his current companion, Jaxon nodded as he stood "I think it's time I did the same, allow me to accompany you back to your friends."

As they headed back in the direction on the lounge they had not long come from, with each step they found themselves leaning more against the other in an attempt to maintain their balance, giggling as they continued.

Entering the VIP area again, Amelie looked round, a slight frown creasing her brows. "It appears I have been left."

Glancing round the room himself, Jaxon chuckled, "looks like that makes two of us. How about I give you a ride home? I don't like the idea of leaving a woman by herself."

Wrapping her arm around Jaxons bicep, "Sure, I'd happily be escorted by someone like you." Her eyes half closed, a seductive smile on her rosy lips as she leaned against his body to help steady herself.

Jaxon couldn't help but look at her lips, his body starting to react to her presence. Licking his lips, he nodded and began to lead his new acquaintance towards his waiting car at the entrance of the club.

Exiting the club, there was a sleek black car waiting, an elder gentleman holding the door open for the waiting passengers.

Jaxon lead her to the waiting vehicle and gestured for her to get in. Once she was settled, Jaxon walked to the other side, in a manner that showed he clearly wasn't as sober as he thought he was, and got in the car himself.

Amelie had watched him walk around the vehicle, her eyes never once leaving him. Once he was seated next to her and was comfortable, she found herself leaning towards him. His gaze on her as well as they both slowly inched closer.

Once they were in a breathes distance from each other, Jaxon clutched her waist and pulled her into his lap, his lips hungrily claiming her, hand holding her waist as the other came up to hold the back of her head. Amelie responded in kind, her hands grasping at his shirt, wanting to rip the material away, so her eyes could feast upon every inch of the man she had not long met.

The driver, seeing that the car had remained silent, and he had not been given directions, glanced at his rearview mirror, instantly blushing and reverting his gaze to the road ahead after witnessing the scene behind him. He wisely pressed a button for the screen division to rise and then began the drive back to his master's hotel.

Ten minutes later they pulled up outside the most expensive hotel in the city, not wanting to disturb his passengers, nor risk witnessing something more inappropriate, Harold decided to gently tap on the divider.

"Sir, we are back at the hotel."

The two in the back were now a mass of limbs, each exploring the other's body. Upon hearing the other man, they slowly separated. Keeping the woman in his arms, Jaxon opened the door and carried Amelie, whose appearance was now slightly disheveled, bridal style, into the building, heading straight for the elevator. Once inside, they could no longer contain themselves as their lips crashed together again. Amalie slowly slid her hands into Jaxons hair, giving it a slight tug, eliciting a light moan from him in-between their kisses.

Once the elevator had reached the correct floor, as soon as the door had opened, Jaxon wasted no time in crossing the hall to find his room. Swiftly changing her position so that her legs were now wrapped around him, he continued his hungry assault on her mouth, Slight moans coming from the pair of them as he fumbled to find his room key.

After a few achingly long moments, he finally swung the door open, entered and then swiftly kicked it shut with his foot as his hands cupped Amelies perfectly rounded bum, her chest heaving against his and his want growing larger by the second.

Without wasting a further second he strode towards the bedroom, kicked the door open and lowered the woman wrapped around him onto the bed as she slowly released her grasp on him.

Standing back up, he made sure to keep eye contact with the woman that had aroused something in him he'd never felt before, some primal desire that was intoxicating, as he reached for the buttons of his shirt and undid them one by one until he slid his shirt completely off. Reaching down towards his belt, Amelies gaze following his movements, allowing her eyes to wander across his exposed body, almost as if she was trying to commit every inch of it to memory.