She keeps touching me and I twitch unintentionally under her touch.
“There you go,” she mumbles, and I widen my eyes just when she’s about to take me into her mouth.
No, no, no.
Sudden warmth fills my core, but everything else feels wrong.
I can’t do this.
Gently taking her hair, I gesture to her to stop and get up from the bed, quickly shove my already softening dick back into my jeans, grab my clothes and get out of the room.
I stumble right into a wall, crashing into it face forward. I see stars for a second, grabbing the narrow walls on both sides of the hall, trying to keep my balance. My vision comes back after a couple of seconds, and I try to get out of the narrow corridor, but my legs are so heavy they don’t work properly. I want to run, but instead I just stumble out, bare-chested, too high to pull my clothes back on.
The main VIP section finally appears ahead, Sylvia’s booth right in front of me.
I crash in, rage snapping loose inside me as I grab her collar and yank her toward my face, jaw clenched, fist ready to crack her skull.
But I realize what I’m doing instantly and take my hands off.
Fuck.
She stares at me, her eyes widened, deadly.
People blur past as I turn and bolt out of the club, shoulders slamming into strangers. Muffled swears follow me until I finally burst outside.
Cold night air slams into my face.
The tingle slowly settles as the late autumn air fills my lungs. My legs give out and I drop onto the frozen sidewalk, body falling backward, bare back hitting the cold asphalt.
Above me, the city lights bleed into the stars.
It’s beautiful.
Adrien and Natalya should be here watching this with me.
I want to go home.
My hand fumbles toward my jeans, searching for my phone. The pocket is there, but my fingers won’t cooperate. Next instinct—my gun. My hand grazes the waistband before I remember I left it in the glovebox.
“You are a fucking disappointment.”
Sylvia’s voice cuts through the night above me.
A sharp whistle follows. The driver appears, hauling me up by the arms and dumping me into the car. Everything feels wrong again, my vision blurring.
I open the car window and stick my head out like a dog so the cold air can take me down from my high.
After the never-ending trip home, I feel almost out of it.
When we get home, I can finally walk. I feel almost fine. Almost functional.
We get to the lobby and I slowly walk toward the living room when I see the fireplace burning. My body is freezing since I’m still half-naked, so I drop to my knees in front of the fireplace, staring into it, still feeling sort of dizzy, but the fireplace is calming the chaos inside.
Suddenly I feel Sylvia’s hand touching my nape, her fingers gently grazing me from behind. Her touch feels disgusting but I’m too weak to move away. She gets down on her knees behind me like she wants to hug me from behind.
She never hugs me, what the hell?
Then she moves.
