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Chapter Four

Lilith

“It’s so crazy how It’s only ten. I could have sworn it was so much later.” Leon, as I found out his name after a short introduction, was all grins now, and I had yet to leave his side. He was like warm hands rubbing lotion all over my body. He soothed the crazy that echoed in my head, and I felt like nothing else mattered but keeping him from jumping off a bridge. He was important. I never focused on the hows or whys, but some things I just knew. I knew Leon was somebody.

He was funny, hot, smart, and had extraordinary trust.

I’d never been so taken aback by a person’s pure genuine trust in someone they just met. Even if it was because he thought we would never see each other again, or the bottle was throwing away his fucks, he was quickly becoming someone I wanted to lose myself in.

Men had always been dogs in my eyes. I’d never had an experience that proved them different. So I controlled them, and they followed like the little beggars they were, panting and clawing at the chance to have me in their grasp. But it would never happen. I’d had enough of men using me. I was the user now.

That being said, the occasion was rarely needed. Vibrators were better than most dicks, anyway.

But something inside my rattling brain told me Leon was not to be used.

“Let’s go get some food, Star.”  The nickname had come up about an hour after our first meeting, when he told me about how his football career went crashing down. He had gotten to the club shortly after it’d opened.

“Aren’t you going to get in trouble for leaving work?” He stopped and looked concerned for me and my job. I smiled and leaned up to bite his chin. He was tall, which was nice for my five-foot-nine height.

“I do what I want. They know that. The job is for fun. I like to dance.”  I wrapped my arm around his and started pulling him toward food.

We settled at a booth at an Irish pub called The Ray. The live band was singing their little accented hearts out, and the beer was flowing.

Our table was filled with all sorts of food, since I liked to try everything, and Leon didn’t know what he wanted.

Every time he’d smile, I was completely captivated by his lips. He was not a man who smiled, but it was a forced frown. His face was made to be lit up.

“You’re not what I expected,” he said as he finished his fried fish.

I tilted my head to the side and grinned. I was all sorts of unexpected, but I was curious which part he was focusing on.

“You’re so much more than the wildfire inside you. I can tell you’ve got shit that’s fucked up in your head, and that stuff changes you.  But I see you.” He was looking at me with no other intent but to speak of what he truly saw in me.

“Don’t go all sugar on me now, Star.” I laughed and then shoved a fry in my mouth.

“Thank you.” He was all serious now, and it was making me feel awkward.

“Let’s dance!” I jumped up and pulled his hand, making him stand with me.

He indulged me while I danced to the music right next to the table.

“You’re beautiful,” he murmured, and I felt my spirit fall a little. Everyone thought I was beautiful.

“I’ve got a great pair of tits, what can I say?” I shimmied and raised my hands in the air, jumping with the high point of the chorus.

Hands grasped mine and then slid slowly onto my tapered waist.

“Your fucking soul is beautiful. I couldn’t give a shit about your sexy body that you know brings men to their knees. You do it on purpose. But what you don’t do on purpose is keep a stranger from sitting at his pity party alone. That is your soul, darling.” His hips start moving with mine, and I was just staring at him like he’d spoken a foreign language to me. People don’t see my soul. Hell, I wasn’t sure I had one.

I did the only thing that came to mind. I gripped his shirt and yanked his body to the side. He flew back into the booth, and I prowled over him, his eyes wide. He wasn’t scared of me, but he knew I wasn’t one to fuck around with.

“Call me darling, one more time.” I leaned over, inches away from his lips.  Would I bite or would I do something much nicer? His next move would determine that.

His hand reached up and wrapped itself tightly around the bulk of my hair, making it so I couldn’t escape the distance between us.

“Darling,” he whispered, making a small gleeful giggle escape before our lips crashed.