He decided not to offer to pick her up (much against his will) as he didn’t want her troubled over the idea that it was a date.
Finally, he slid into bed, churning the feeling of how he couldn't wait for tomorrow.
Chapter 7
Somewhere ahead, in a dark corner, somebody was sitting alone. Amelia peeled her eyes, struggling to make out the stranger. She bent her body forward and caught the man edging away from the shadows; his head averted towards something else. She choked on a breath, startled.
It was Marco.
He was more than just handsome; he had a strong jaw, aquiline nose, and full red lips pursed in somberness. He was wearing jet-black Ray-Bans, with a grey cap thrown over his silky hair, that peeped out at the sides, glinting charcoal-black. Every time she slid her eyes away from his gorgeous face, she felt an irresistible urge to look back.
Just one more time.
It was not that she was drawn towards men all the time. Usually, she found them mundane and disinteresting, all like each other, one way or another. But there was something so alluring in this man’s pose, the way he straightened his shoulders, snorted at his watch, face creased as if something was bothering them. His entire self-set her feminine heart on fire.
Finally, he was on his feet; cheeks glazed orange. He wore a white polo shirt, a dark blue blazer thrown over his broad shoulders, and black pants. He strolled towards her, a gorgeous smile licking his lips.
“It’s wonderful to see you, Amelia,” he said, extending his hand, and she took it.
“It’s good to see you too, Marco.”
He smiled.
“Shall we?” He arched his brows towards the interior, and Amelia nodded.
The ‘Ace of Clubs’ was far beyond her expectations. It was huge. As she and Marco slid past the glass doors, they entered a large dance floor and a long counter for drinks trailing the three corners of the hall. Beyond the hall were private rooms for customers for…well, live their passion.
Marco, being as careless as ever, strolled towards the rooms, but Amelia pulled him back, sighing.
“I want to get drinks, Marco!”
Winking at her, he swept to the counters and returned with two large pitchers of beer.
“I’ve never felt the urge to get drunk hit me harder.” He sank into a chair beside her.
They drank away for hours. Their minds were too tired to stop, and their body relished every sip. Though it was Marco who initially intended to get drunk, it turned out to be Amelia; who was on the verge of losing her senses.
Marco led her to the restrooms. After throwing up the large amount of beer she had guzzled shamelessly, she bustled out, swaying on her feet.
“Whoa-oa-o.” Marco gripped her body and led her to the sofas.
“I always get too drunk,” she groaned, helping herself to some water.
Marco shifted closer to her, her heaving chest touching his arm. “Luckily, it’s not such a bad thing tonight,” he grinned, his gorgeous lips curling upwards at the corners, and dimples forming at the cheeks.
Amelia placed her finger atop his lips, touching them lightly. And before they knew it, they were kissing. In mere seconds, the kiss deepened, becoming more rapid, and desperate. She grew into his body, her arms digging into his shirt. Though Marco’s hands had ventured not too deep beneath her dress, she knew he could hardly wait.
Marco bit her lip playfully, and she groaned. Shooting her a sly smile, he took her in his arms and glided past the thick red curtains, locking them behind a mahogany door.
Inside, the room was heaven. Marco slid her body on to the silk sheets and got into bed beside her. He curled his hands around her stomach, lifting her dress. But this time, she didn’t hesitate. As he ripped her dress off her body, she pulled at his shirt, while kissing him deeply. She laid in her underclothes now. Marco slipped out of his shirt. She undid the zip of his trousers, and they fell to the floor beside them.
Marco got to his knees, hovering above her body. He traced his fingers at the laces of her panties, hesitating.
“More,” She panted, and he untied the knot. Her panties slipped down, and she felt a deep flush gathering in her face. Amelia was nearly naked, feeling vulnerable, yet she relished every bit of it. Marco was gentle and passionate all at once. His hands moved to unclasp her bra, but she had overcome with shyness and pulled the silk sheets around her legs to hide her body. Marco grabbed her wrists gently, moving the sheets away.
“You are so beautiful.” He said as he softly removed her bra, tossed it away, and leaned above, gazing at her body.
“Marco,” she whispered, as she felt her body tingling.
