Tonight, I am broken and tattered, and in my heart I am selfish. I want his body and his warmth and the calm that exists only when we are together. I want those things even if I fucked up and pushed him away and I am willing to play a role to get them.
I move around him. And he isn’t watching the dancer on stage. His head is tipped back and his eyes are closed, and he is napping. There is a full bottle of Jameson beside him. He came here to feel like a King, but I still haunt him.
I’m no good at being helpless, so I do what I do best.
I climb onto his lap and his eyes open slowly.
“Scarlett.”
He’s pissy with me, and I don’t blame him.
But I’m pissy with him too.
And with the whole fucking world for that matter.
“Enjoying the show?”
“What do you care?” he replies.
“I thought we’d already established that you were mine to play with?”
My hands move up his chest before he traps them between us.
“Well, I’m done playing. So find another victim.”
My chin trembles, but I continue on with the charade, because it’s the only way I know.
“Did you know that I used to be a dancer too?”
I grind my ass into his hard on for emphasis.
His eyes darken and I lean into him, laying claim to his lips with mine before he yanks me away again.
“No,” he says.
“I know you want me,” I argue. “I can feel how much you do.”
He doesn’t answer. Or give in. Not even a little bit.
And the threat of tears is real, and I can’t let him see me cry. Because you don’t ever let them see you cry.
I bury my face in his neck and breathe in his scent. Nothing has ever smelled so good.
“You’ve messed me up real good, you know.”
He doesn’t respond, but he does touch my back.
“Is that a truth or a lie?” he asks.
“It’s the truth this time,” I swear.
He isn’t convinced though.
“Please.” My voice breaks. “Just for tonight. Then you’ll never have to see my face again.”
There’s a long moment where I hold my breath, unsure what happens next. But one hand on my back becomes two, and he wraps his arms around me, pulling me in. His lips are at my ear, stirring the primal need in both of us when he whispers.
“So dance for me then.”
