Ruined: Loving An Alpha Male(66)

The brunette smiled at me but said to her friend, “Oh I’m sure he’ll ask. I mean we were together just a couple of weeks ago.”

I washed my hands and looked at my makeup in the mirror. I didn’t give either of them a glance.

“Well, I heard he is a killer in bed. Is that true?”

The blonde clearly was oblivious to who I was, but the brunette wasn’t.

“Oh girl, yes. I mean he went on and on. He couldn’t get enough of me.” She then looked at me and said, “I mean he is definitely gifted, don’t you think?”

The attendant in the restroom, who I hadn’t noticed when I entered, gave me a towel to dry my hands. I reached in my purse and left a tip. Then I faced my new adversary.

“He definitely is,” I said.

“So listen. Just so you know, he and I have a history together. So be prepared when he comes home with me tonight. I mean no offense to you. I’m sure you are lovely. It’s just that he and I make sense. We fit together better than…you know…you and him….Well, I don’t need to tell you.”

I smiled at her. “Huh? Wow.” I shook my head, smiled my most brilliant smile I could muster, and said, “You know, I do agree you two do make more sense than he and I. But his dick and my pussy fit very well together…I mean, we’ve actually fit over and over and over.”

I rolled my eyes in the back of my head, just thinking of how well we fit. I then shivered; really shivered. I mean he hasn’t touched me all day, and just the anticipation of him touching me is turning me on. I opened my eyes to two gaping mouths.

I added, “So when I’m done with him, if there is anything left that is, you are more than welcome to him. But until then… He. Is. Mine.”

I confidently strolled out of the bathroom in search of my addiction that is Mason West.

“Allura, there you are.” I turned to find Dexter coming up behind me, fixing his pants. “Can I get you a drink?”

I looked at him suspiciously. I really don’t trust the man, and I didn’t want to be alone with him any longer.

I smiled though and said, “No, thank you. I need to find my date.”

I turned from him as he said something to me that I didn’t quite catch. I was concentrating on a brooding Mason by the bar with a glass of Scotch in his hand.

“If you’ll excuse me,” I said to him, keeping my eyes on Mason.

When I approached, he was still looking behind me.

“Where did you go?” he asked, not really looking at me.

I heard the band playing in the background, and all I wanted was his arms around me.

I said, “Dance with me?”

He looked in my eyes, and I saw how angry and jealous he was. I cozied up to him and wrapped my arms around his neck. I put my hands in his hair and looked him in his eyes.

“I was in the restroom. Now will you come dance with me, please?”

He nodded sharply toward the dance floor, and I took his hand to lead him away. He took the remaining brown liquid down and then let me lead him to the dance floor.

When we got there, he put one arm around my waist and reached for my hand with the other. He placed his and my hand to his heart and looked me in my eyes, as he led us around the dance floor. I touched his cheek, as I danced and smiled at him.

I told him, “There’s no reason to be upset or jealous. He can’t hold a candle to you.”

“I know that,” was all he said, which made me smile brightly.

I found myself absently humming the tune the band was playing. I looked in his now dark blue eyes and knew he was still angry, but he just kept me close and looked in my eyes.

He said finally, “Do you know this song?”

I nodded. He then went to the band and said something to the piano player. When he got back to me, he resumed dancing with me as I noticed the band discreetly start the song over.

“Sing it to me.”

The song that was playing was a slower version of Adele’s One and Only. When it was time, I started singing to him with just the amount of feeling and emotion the words needed. The words to the song fit who he was to me, and what I wanted to be to him.

I placed my hands on the sides of his head and just sang to him, not caring who was next to me or where we were. These words were for him. As I sang, I saw the blue in his eyes grow lighter… Amazing.

I kept my eyes on him, no matter how hard it was starting to get. The intense way he was watching me gave me butterflies, as well as the goosebumps I always have when he’s near. There was so much emotion in his eyes that I couldn’t look away, even if I wanted to. I moved back slightly and held both his hands as I sang the second verse, filling my voice with as much emotion as was on my heart.