I wrapped my arms around his neck and started to move my body to the music. I pressed myself closer to him, feeling his erection pressed against my stomach.
“Can’t blame a guy.” He shouted in my ear, and I laughed up at him beforekissing him full on the mouth while cupping his hard dick in my hand. When had I become so brave? He lifted me easily, and I rubbed my aching core onto his hard-on without a care in the world. There were people around us, but when I closed my eyes, it was Arthur I was with. His arms around me, him kissing me, him about to make me come.
I was pulled away by the waist and managed to catch a glance of a big guy punching Leo in the face as I was dragged off the dance floor.
“Put me down!” I protested.
We exited the club, and I was put down finally. “What the fuck was that?” Arthur asked, a scowl on his face.
“You’re asking me that? I don’t answer to you, Arthur. Not after what I saw in there.”
“I might not want you, but that doesn’t mean you can go around acting like a slut, fucking any man who's willing.”
His words stung, even though they shouldn't. I tried to resist them, yet tears fell from my eyes. I pulled off the dumb mask, and I walked away from him. I had no idea where I was going, but I needed to get away. I stumbled and steadied myself on a wall, my head spinning like a tornado. I hadn’t eaten all day, which had probably contributed to my drunkenness. I continued walking.
A car pulled up next to me, and for a moment I hoped it was him, that he’d come to tell me how sorry he was. But it was Seth who rolled down the window.
“Can I just take you home?” He asked, and I nodded, opening the door and climbing in. No words passed between us, and when he dropped me off at home, I shut the door behind me without even saying goodbye..
‘I might not want you.’ I heard when I placed my head on my pillow. ‘Slut.’
I’d been such a fool.
I had seen his brokenness, and he’d seen mine. Or so I’d thought. Whatever. It did not matter what I had thought because I’d been so wrong about everything.
