Never Again(60)
“Pearl?” I ask, having no clue what this is.
“That’s the new club Matt owns. Well, half of it. Today is the grand opening, and I told them I’ll be there. You’re coming with me, right?” Even though I’m exhausted, I want to be with her.
“There’s no place I’d rather be than with you. Of course I’m going. That way, I’ll at least make sure guys don’t slobber all over you too much.”
I drop Ella off at home so she can get ready. In the meantime, I call Mike. He has some friends that could help me right now.
“Hey, mate, what’s up?” Mike answers his phone. I get straight to the point.
“I need a number for a private investigator. I know you know a few.” I hear rustling in the background, and then a door slams shut.
“Why do you need it? Is everything okay? Something happen?”
“Some reporter is harassing Ella. He went too far. I need a pair of eyes I can trust on him. I want her to be safe.”
“Yeah, no problem. I’ll send you the number.”
“Thanks, man, I owe you one.”
Ella
At eleven, we’re ready to go. Jake went home to shower and change, and I spent this time to put on some make up. I decided to dress up tonight. I want him to be unable to keep his hands off me the whole evening, and the look on his face when he saw me, was priceless. He just stared at me for a while, and then he picked me up and threw me on the couch. If I didn’t stop him, we would still be lying on that couch. I’m wearing a short black cocktail dress, and high heels with straps around the ankles. The neckline is low enough to emphasize my relatively small breasts. My shoulders are bare; only two thin straps are holding my dress up. I put my hair up in a messy bun, a few wisps of hair escaping and framing my face.
Right now, we are driving in Jake’s sports car, his hand possessively on my knee. Every now and then, he slides it up my bare thigh to my panties. We’re silent, a song playing on the radio in the background. Jake looks gorgeous, too. He’s wearing black slacks that hug the muscles of his legs nicely and a V-neck. The shiny metal piercing makes him look even more attractive.
“What are you thinking about?” I ask him. He looks at me, an eyebrow raised, and the corners of his lips turn up.
“You sure you want to know?” I nod, and his expression tells me everything. “I can barely restrain myself from pinning you against the hood of the car, grabbing your hair and fucking you so hard you won’t be able to move afterward.” I instantly feel the throbbing between my legs, and I squeeze them together. Jake looks me over from head to toe and I can feel him undressing me in his head. I swallow the lump that has formed in my throat. Jake stops the car, and takes the keys out of the ignition. I’m staring at him and only when he opens the door, I realize we have arrived at the club. Taking a deep breath, I exit the car, fix my dress, and then we walk in. My legs are still shaky from his dirty talk in the car, but I quickly collect myself when I hear Sophie’s voice, and see her approaching with Matt in hand.
“Wow, girl, you look amazing,” she looks me up and down. “I bet Jake won’t let you leave his side tonight,” she whispers in my ear. We greet each other, and the guys shake hands. We take our coats to the coat check, and hand them over to the girl at the counter. As soon as she sees Jake, her eyes get a sparkle, and she quickly straightens and fixes her hair. She flashes him a white grin, but he ignores her. I smile to myself, and hold his hand. Matt calls over the waiter to take our order. We chat pleasantly for about half an hour, then they turn up the music and people get wild on the dance floor. Sophie grabs my hand, wanting to go dancing, and I look at Jake. He nods for me to go. I know he doesn’t like to dance, but I still hope I’ll be able to convince him to dance with me for at least one song. Matt and he stay behind, at the bar, and we head to the dance floor. I feel his eyes on me the whole time. Sensual sounds of music reverberate around the room. People are moving to the rhythm of the low bass beat and the sound of the guitar. Sophie and I are spinning, swaying and shaking our butts, enjoying ourselves. We’re getting tired, but we don’t give a damn. All the alcohol we consumed in between has loosened us up. Suddenly, I feel a man’s hands grab my hips from behind, and, grinding his hips into my butt, sways us to the slower song that’s playing. Closing my eyes, I lose myself to the moment and the music.
“Get your filthy hands off her!” I hear Jake yell. The man I’ve been dancing with turns around, his hands still on my body. When he sees Jake’s gaze—pissed, confident and possessive—he raises his arms in defense, and steps aside.