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In heels as high as these, it makes me the perfect height to snuggle up close; my head just past his shoulder and his eyes move to my mouth. I frown away the urge to lock mine on him, as it’s the third time I’ve gotten the vibe he wants to kiss me and get overly frustrated.
What’s stopping you already?
“Asshole.” I spit back, nestling closer to him in his embrace, encouraging more, but also so I don’t need to face him and see exactly how he’s looking at me if he isn’t going to do anything about it. If he wants it, then he has to make some moves. The elevator pings and the door slides open.
“What happened to Massive Douchebag? I like that one, it has a sexy ring to it.” He nudges me suggestively with his hip, so I’m moved but not knocked over, his face sliding close to mine again as he gazes at me with humor. He bites on his bottom lip, very ‘dude’, sexy, playful yet that hint
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We find his group fast, enveloped into handshakes and hugs and I even recognize a couple of familiar faces of people I have accompanied Arrick with over the years. I’m passed from person to person, as we reacquaint and Arrick is caught in the throes of welcomes and back slaps. He’s always been a sociable and friendly guy. He eases into the whole guy among guys thing so fluidly, at home with his circle of friends and at ease to just be Arry. Not a rich Carrero tycoon, or even Arrick Carrero, fighter extraordinaire.The club is pretty cool, one I’m sure I have never been to, and it’s obvious the door fee is higher than most places, by the type of people milling around. It screams trendy, upmarket and stinks of money. I’m surprised that he comes here. I know they usually opt for classier places, but normally he likes more middle ground clubs. Affordable for his friends who are not born into money, and this is not one of those. Knowing him, he probab
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“I’m not really a fan of babies. I don’t know how you do it. I mean, I like my family’s kids, I love them. But I’m not overly fond of little babies and kids in general. I don’t see that happening for me for a long, long time, or if ever.” I shrug as a matter of fact, my nerves and combined guilt giving me verbal diarrhea, and Arrick’s insistence on carrying on a conversation with Nathan, makes me feel like I should fill the awkward gap between Natasha and me.“You sound like him.” She prods Arrick in the arm and he looks down at us nonplussed.“What? What sounds like me?” He’s obviously caught the tail end of what we are talking about and leans in as she repeats it, to hear her over the thrum of music that’s getting a little louder from the dancefloor below
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Natasha really cannot dance; it’s so bad, it’s painful, but she seems to embrace it like a champ, and we end up giggling ridiculously. I try showing her how to shimmy but she just can’t, how to sexy wiggle, which is worse than bad, and even for the life of me, I try showing her how to just sway side to side and fake a dance, but each and every attempt is just hopeless. I have never known a woman have such little fluidity to her movements as her, and she seems so prim and proper out there that I have to rescue her before this starts to become embarrassing. I shake my head when it’s clear the new faster beat to the next song is beyond her capabilities and drag her back to the bar above, back into the fold of Arrick’s friends in a happier mood, strangely light and forgetting everything else for a minute.When we get back up the stairs, I notice he’s standing at the bank of windows with Nathan and a couple of other men. They’ve been watch
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I’ve been down here for the best part of an hour, not as drunk as I want to be despite downing a few, but I cannot shake this awful soul-destroying agony in my chest. I don’t let the tears fall, knowing the mess it will make of my face and make me look pathetic. Instead, I do what I do best; I lift that chin, push the pain down behind the block of ice that is now lodged in my heart, and swear I will never say his name again.I don’t need him.I find some of his friends down here and dance like my feet are burning, paste on my party face and revert to Sophie of the city. The one who spent two years coping with her heartbreak alone. Able to function while a black hole overtakes my soul, smiling and acting like nothing fazes me. I chat to people I recognize and run into a few faces I know. A good little act at being okay while the wall of mirrored glass above my head conceals the man who’s taken another huge dump on my heart.Pushin
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I’m blocked by Camilla, thrusting a champagne glass in my face almost immediately; it’s like she knows my intention and is telling me to back off without saying a word. The glass she gives me is of something clear, and I notice the weird oily swirl running down the center as though something alien has been freshly poured in.I glance from the drink and back to Camilla, catching sight over her shoulder of the girl I’d been about to rescue, being fucked in a corner, pounded against in the most vulgar way, while her face is that same gaping emptiness, and I recoil, nausea rising up. From here, all you see are his back and shoulders, no hint that he’s exposed at the front, his hand pushed hard at the wall, concealing her mostly, while the other keeps her leg up at his hip so he can screw her standing up. Subtle thrusting motions are all that give the game away.
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Hands come around to grab my breasts and I lash out furiously, trying to yank free with little effect, wriggling to move but it’s almost futile. I’m held taut, and I can only imagine they think the super drug is going to render me docile at any minute. I start to panic. So many flashing images running through my head to send me over the edge if I let that pervert back in to render me useless. I claw away the visuals and try to focus on staying here, in the now.“What the fuck, Cam?” I snap at her, but the male behind me yanks me back against him harder, clutching my breasts painfully from behind, diving into my naked neck and shoulder and biting my skin with little care to leaving marks. I react psychotically, turning in his arms with new found strength from a sudden adrenaline boost, yanking my wrists free and throwing my hands at his chest with slaps and shoves that are quickly restrained with fast reflexes and what feels like a million hands.
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Throwing all my faith into how much I mean to him, I let him go, run around the side of the two of them and push in between as soon as he reels back to take another punch. I close my eyes tight and brace myself for the impact of at least one hit, because of how quickly I have managed to get between the two bodies. Freezing when I do so, inhaling sharply as I prepare for a smack, but nothing happens.I open one eye, and then the other slowly, relieved to see him staring at me, fist poised in mid-air and breathing so hard that he’s panting. His eyes are on mine, a look of confusion and rage mingled together, and I literally cross myself and make a little ‘thank you’ sign to the gods above, even though I’m not religious. That could have been goddamn nasty.I reach out, grabbing his wrist and pull it down to me, cradling
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Natasha reaches out and takes his arm, bringing him back to reality. He frowns at her and then me and follows obediently for a second, releasing his hold on me.“Wait. Where are you going?” He turns back to me when he realizes I’m not following him. Eyes suddenly clear and confusion ruling instead, a snap of instant despair in those beautiful depths.I guess he really was not listening after all. I blanch at his sudden mental presence, thinking he could have snapped back to the present a bit quicker than this, but now is not the time.“Home. Bring my jacket later when you come back, I’ll get a cab. I have my bag here and money.” I point at the little tiny clutch that’s been nestled on me all night. A thin chained strap over my body that makes it almost invisible. I have everything I need to get home to his safe apartment.“No, Sophs … I’m taking you home, I’m coming with you. I take care o
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