Once I meet the eyes of one of the guys who is sitting at the table opposite me, it confirms my suspicions. Holy shit, I think to myself. He is out of this world good looking. He has a square defined jaw, and tattoos running up his neck and down his arms. I can’t tell how tall he is from where I am sitting, but if I had to guess, I would say he would definitely be over 6ft; and he is huge, like Hulk smash muscle huge. He looks at me through bright blue eyes that are so blue, they could pass as contacts, and thick lashes. I draw my eyes down to his piercings. He has one nose ring and two lip rings sitting next to each other; and just as I am looking at his lips, I see his tongue draw out and lick across his lower lip, showing me a tongue piercing also. I can’t deal with how hot this man is; I can’t even put together the words that could justify him. I would say he could be a model, but when you feel the energy that surrounds him and how he holds himself, you just know there is not a model like bone in his sexy body. Before I know it, I notice I have been staring a little too long, and I’m feeling that familiar pull that I feel deep in my belly. Because I have felt it, I have just never been interested in giving it away, until now, that is.
I drag my hungry eyes away from him before I embarrass myself. There is no way this man would ever be interested in me. I am not experienced enough for him, and so, I drink more. I see in the corner of my eye that Vicky and Blake are all over each other, and I roll my eyes to myself. She doesn’t waste time at all. Then I realise I’m just being jealous, so I drink some more. Suddenly Vicky comes down to my level.
“Do you want to come?” she whispers into my ear. I look to her, feeling a little confused. I don’t want to go yet, especially if I’m going to be third wheeling it.
“Where?” I ask; feeling like my plan to get rowdy is stepping into desperate territory. Blake pulls his face down between Vicky’s and mine. I look into his lazy eyes, and my god, this man has “player” written all over his face. He simply replies, “On Vicky’s face.”
My eyebrows shoot up, and I almost laugh at his crass mouth; I see Vicky’s eyes roll to the back of her head. I take a second glance to the sexy beast sitting opposite me, only to see an almost naked skank spread out across his lap. Gross. I look back at Blake.
“Okay.”
Walking into the hotel, Vicky tries to give me a pep talk; but I want to do this. There’s obviously nothing with Vicky, but I want to with Blake, just for fun; I promised myself a good time, and that is what is going to happen… I hope.
Ade
Dirt, that is all I am fucking thinking, while this slut’s tongue is down my throat. Why did I do it? The feelings Kalie were giving me had me feeling fucked up. What I do for this club had me shutting my feelings off a long time ago. Below my Vice President and 1% patch, is a crossbones patch, which basically means that I do the majority of the dirty work when it comes to our enemies. Am I proud of my kills? No. But do I care? Fuck no, and that’s why I needed a distraction from those fucking alluring green eyes. They pulled me in, hook, line and sinker. I could feel the ice that surrounds me melt just with her stare, and that scared the fucking shit out of me. Pushing the slut off my lap with force, so that she tumbles to the ground, I look up to Zane; noticing a knowing look in his eyes. “What?” I spit at him.
He smirks, “Oh nothing bruh, nothing at all,” as he tips his drink up to his mouth around a smile. I narrow my eyes at him, before noticing that Blake, Vicky and green eyes are gone.
“Fuck,” I grunt to myself. “Where did they fucking go?” I ask around the table, and Harvey laughs.
“Bro, Blake took them both, fucking felt that shit right down into my soul.”
I push my chair back and make my way out the door, noticing the chuckling coming from Zane. I’m dialling Blake’s phone on my way out. Fuck, I am going to kill this fool if he has touched her.
Kalie
I’m standing in front of the bed, when Blake hands me a drink. I take a long pull of it, before he pulls my chin up to meet his lips. The kiss is hot, I guess; Trevor and I never really did kiss, as stupid as that sounds, but I was always too scared because kissing always lead to him trying to get me naked. I moan into Blake’s mouth as I feel myself slowly warming up to the situation. He picks me up, wrapping my legs around his waist, and throws me onto the bed. I laugh to myself as the alcohol has come in at full force; this is what I want to happen.
“Have any limits?” he asks both of us.
I nod my head. “I am a virgin, and I want to keep it that way. Anything else, I am fine with,” I say with certainty. I think over my words and I really hope he didn’t take that too literally; I didn’t mean he can go back door, I meant that I can play with him, and he with I.