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Casually making my way back to the balcony but opposite where I was so Elena doesn't have my exact location, I watch her. She is now by the bar downing a drink like her life depends on it. I smirk knowing how rattled I got her. Elena is soft, too soft and she likes to fit in and play tough but if I ever got my hands on her I would crush her immediately.
Watching her finish that drink and then immediately order another one is when I notice the douchebag making his way toward her. Wearing a black button down shirt that looks incredibly wrinkled suggesting something he spent his night doing. He makes his way to Elena plastering his ever-so-charming smile on and starts sweet-talking to her. I can tell it's working based on the subtle grin that is on her face and she gives a quick goodbye to her friend before she lets him lead her through the crowd.
Glancing down at my watch I realize if I don't leave now I will be running late to a meeting but something inside me won't allow me to go knowing he is with Elena in my club. And damn me but I won't be allowing that bastard time alone with her.
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He continues to weave us through the crowd narrowly avoiding a few trays to the head and when we finally reach our destination which is two feet away from the bathroom and in a secluded corner he speaks. “ Dominic Williams,” he says, extending a hand toward me. I accept and he gives me a firm shake which then leads to his hands going down the wrong path. I stop him with a pat on the hand which momentarily stops him. “Elena De Santo,” I say “nice to meet you” while plucking his disgustingly greasy finger off my waist. He would be considered classically handsome with his dark eyes and curly hair with tanned skin but he isn't him.
I only agreed to let him take me away because I hoped it would help me forget about him and his eerily blue eyes which stared into mine, and the prickling sensation I feel from him whenever we're in the same room. It didn't. No matter how hard I try I can never forget him. His hair which looks dark in the night and sandy in the light, or his blue eyes which are eerily too blue like the ocean amid twilight. He is captivating and unreal and everywhere he goes heads turn with his broad shoulders and height pushing 6’5 he is either your fantasy or worst nightmare and lucky for me he is both.
Focusing back on Donova– wait no what did he say his name was Dalton- no maybe– “So what do you say” No name says drawing me from my thoughts. Knowing damn well I have no idea what just came out of his mouth I nod and he takes my hand and leads me back outside but instead of going to the dance floor, he makes a right in we go through a door which leads to an alleyway in the back of the club. He corners me into the darkest corner, gets a good grip on my hair, and angles my head back just enough to where his lips could brush mine and I can't smell his tequila mixed with a hint of cigarette breath. I quickly register what I just signed up for and just and time snatch my head back. “Oh sorry I think we have some sort of misunderstanding here. I didn't hear you back there and–” he shuts me up by smashing his mouth to mine and before I can even pull and protest anymore. Fuck, I try pushing him off me with the palm of my hands digging into his chest but damn is this guy heavy and my height isn't giving much of an advantage. I'm not short standing at 5 '8 but this guy is at least 6' 1 and I haven't hit up the gym in a while.
Kicking him in the groin so I can make some distance between us he groans and doubles over in pain, from there i see a small window for me to run but just when i am about to take off his hands grips my hair “What is your problem” he cries out. When he leans in again I brace myself before a gurgling sound echoes in the air and that is when the feeling registers… Roman is here.
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