I reach up and wave my fingers at them, grinning.
“I want to say ‘small world,’ but I have a feeling you told him where we were,” Via says, her eyes turning into dinner plates as she glances around. “Oh my god, this isn’t what you think. I swear.”
“I don’t care. I don’t judge.”
Via arches a curious brow at me as Zoe jumps off her stool. She struts up to me, sticking her pretty finger in my face.
“Did you fucking follow me here? How?”
I look away, smirking as I casually tip my shoulders up.
“Wow. Just wow.”
“Maybe don’t give me one-word answers next time and make me feel crazy.” I cut her a glance, and the sheer anger in her eyes makes my dick hard.
I want to throw her up against the wall, wrap my hand around her throat, and fuck her hard, claiming that tight little pussy of hers.
“News flash: you are crazy, Dominik.”
“What are you doing here? If you wanted to venture into this world again, all you had to do was ask, baby girl.”
“You’re sick,” she mutters, pretending like she’s disgusted, but her body says differently. I catch a whiff of Zoe’s distinct scent of vanilla and citrus as she leans in closer.
There is absolutely no chance that I’m leaving now, not before I take a piece of her.
“Hey, Via, you mind if I steal Zoe for a second?”
Via seems caught off guard for a moment, but then she shakes her head, blushing slightly. I make her nervous. Interesting.
“What? No. I’m not going anywhere with you,” Zoe protests, but I grab her arm and head out of the bar area.
She struggles briefly but soon gives up. As we reach the back of the dark hallway, I release her arm. Zoe quickly charges pastme, brushing her shoulder against mine as she runs into the women’s bathroom.
Does she think I won’t go in there after her? Clearly, she’s learned nothing.
As soon as I push through the black door, Zoe turns, her expression filled with a certain type of anger. Not the one she used to wear before, but the one I’ve come to recognize as her brat. The same one that urges me to push her buttons and get her to submit. But it also happens to be the same anger that always has her panting and begging for more.
She remains near the back wall in the small, dark space. The bathroom is tiny with only one stall. On the opposite wall, there is a tall mirror that reaches from the floor to the ceiling next to a modern black sink. To enhance the atmosphere, there is a strip of red light that outlines the ceiling and the corners of the room.
“Get out,” Zoe yells.
I turn and lock the door, unzipping my hoodie and peeling it off as I approach her.
“You don’t want me to leave,” I say confidently as I run my knuckles along her chest, feeling her perked up nipples poking through her tight, black dress.
Zoe’s lips part as she gazes up at me, her eyes sparkling like endless green pools. Eagerly, she waits for my next action, her chest rising and falling noticeably.
“I do,” she lies.
“I’m not in the mood for your games tonight, Zoe.”
“I’m not playing games; I didn’t want to see you.”
I nod, not buying a single word coming out of her mouth. Grabbing the hem of my shirt from the back, I pull it over my head and toss the material aside. Zoe’s eyes travel down my chest, lingering on the monarch butterfly tattoo.
Little does she know that most of the tattoos on my body serve as constant reminders of her or hold some special meaningrelated to her. Even though I couldn’t have her, I needed these reminders etched on my skin to keep her close to me. She will forever be a part of my soul, and nothing can ever alter that.
“Is that so?” I say, gripping the back of her neck and yanking her against my body.
