Chapter 11 #2
“That was last weekend.” I folded my arms. “This is this weekend. And this weekend, I’m not interested in you and your crap.”
“Me and my crap?” His lips twitched as if he wanted to laugh.
That infuriated me even more. How dare he think that this was a funny situation?! How dare he look so superior and smug while I was fuming on the inside?! My fingers itched to slap him. He wouldn’t be looking so cocky if he had my palm print across his cheek.
“Leave me alone, Xander. I am done with you.” I poked him in the chest. “I’m going out in my slutty dress, and I’m going to do what I want. Maybe I’ll meet an even better man, and then I can hook up with him and forget I ever met you.”
“I wouldn’t recommend that.” His lips thinned, and he grabbed my wrists. “That’s not the answer to any of this.”
“Well, that’s not your problem, is it?” I smiled at him widely. “I can do what I want.”
“Liv.” He said my name slowly, and his gaze was intense as he stared at me.
“Yes, Xander?” I said lightly.
I wasn’t going to lie. I was getting off on our conversation.
I was getting off on the fact that I could rile him up by talking about other men.
I was loving the fact that he was acting jealous.
The only problem was, he wasn’t giving me what I really wanted.
He wasn’t breaking up with Gabby and telling me he had fucked up.
He wasn’t pulling me toward him and telling me he wanted me and only me.
He wasn’t telling me that Gabby and his family fortune meant nothing to him.
All he was doing was showing me he was horny for me. And, well, I’d already known that.
I wanted more than that from him. I wanted him to look at me with more than lust. I wanted to look into his eyes and see something akin to love.
I knew that was an unrealistic expectation.
He barely knew me, and I barely knew him, but that was what I wanted.
That was what I hoped to see. I wanted to see a real emotion.
A real, pure, heart-stopping emotion that had nothing to do with lust.
“Have a good evening,” he said finally and turned away. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” he said and then walked back into the living room.
I stood there, feeling gutted and rejected. I could still feel his lips on my neck. I still felt branded by his touch, and I hated myself for it.
“You ready?” Alice walked out of the living room, her eyes bright, and I nodded.
“What did Aiden say?” I whispered to her as I pulled up the Uber app on my phone.
“Nothing good.” She sighed. “He just asked me to make sure that you didn’t get into too much trouble.”
“What?” My voice rose. “I swear, he’s the most annoying man. I know you like him, but, ugh, Aiden is so annoying.”
“I think it’s cute that he’s so protective.” Alice looked wistful.
“Trust me, Alice, you won’t think it’s that cute if you’re dating him.” I shook my head. “He’s bloody annoying. And yes, I’m channeling my best British diva.”
“Cheers.” Alice giggled as we took another tequila shot and then raised our glasses of vodka and Coke up in the air. “Here’s to the men we’ve loved, the men we’ve lost, the men we’ve screwed, and the men we’ve booed. Here’s to the men to come and to the men who make us come.”
“Alice.” I laughed out loud. “You’re so bad.”
“I’m not done.” She winked at me, and her voice rose above the sound of the music.
“Here’s to the men to come and to the men who make us come.
Here’s to the men who last all night and the men who make our days bright.
Here’s to the men we’ll ultimately marry, but their cock had better be bigger than a ferry. ”
“Bigger than a ferry?” I said and then chugged my drink down along with her. “How can a cock be bigger than a ferry?”
“I don’t know. What else rhymes with marry?”
“What about … hmm, let me think.” I paused and danced along to the music in the club, my mind spinning as the alcohol settled in my bloodstream. “What about dairy?”
“Dairy?” Alice giggled. “How can a man’s cock be bigger than a dairy?”
“You know what I mean. May his cock be bigger than a dairy cow’s.” I laughed hard then.
I felt someone behind me start to dance against me, and I twisted my head to see if he was cute. It was an older man, with a buzz cut and bad acne scars, and I was about to push him away when I decided to just let him dance with me. What harm was there in that?
“Bigger than a dairy cow’s. Ha-ha.” Alice started laughing really hard. “That’s funny.”
“What’s your friend laughing at?” the man behind me whispered in my ear, and I felt his hand creeping around my waist.
“You.” I elbowed him and moved away from him.
“Let’s go dance on the dance floor,” I said to Alice and grabbed her hand.
“I want another drink.”
She hiccupped, and I shook my head.
“Not yet. We don’t want a hangover tomorrow. Let’s dance and then get one.”
“Fine.” She nodded, and we made our way to the dance floor.
I looked back toward the bar, and I saw the older man with the buzz cut walking toward the back of the bar with someone. He didn’t look happy. My heart thudded as I wondered what was going on, but tried to forget it as the music changed to one of my favorite Jay-Z songs.
“I think Jay-Z and Justin Timberlake should collaborate on every song,” Alice shouted as we moved our hips in beat to the music. Or as in beat as we could.
“I thought you wanted Jay-Z and Taylor Swift to make a song.”
“Well, they can all make a song. That would be cool.”
“Yeah, it would be.” I nodded in agreement and then closed my eyes and danced along to the music.
I loved being in nightclubs; they always made me feel so alive.
Being on a crowded dance floor, dancing along with the crowd to different songs, was such a collective high.
I raised my hands up in the air and sang along to the song as I moved.
Alice grabbed my hands then, and we jumped around together, singing loudly.
“Oh my God, I love this song!” Alice screamed as an old Backstreet Boys song started playing.
“Me too!” I screamed as well.
We giggled, both drunk enough to be really enjoying ourselves.
I started gyrating my hips and dropping to the floor, and I could feel a couple of different guys staring at me.
That encouraged me to start moving my body even more, copying moves that I could remember from Britney Spears’s music videos.
I was even starting to forget Xander and his arrogance.
I grinned when a hot blond guy came up to me.
“Hey,” he said as he started dancing next to me.
“Hey,” I said back.
“What?” he shouted and moved closer to me.
“I said, hey!” I shouted back as I gazed into his deep blue eyes.
“Oh.” He laughed. “Want to dance?”
“Sure.” I nodded.
He grinned and moved behind me. Alice grinned at me, and I winked at her when I felt his hands on my waist from behind me.
I continued dancing to the music and watched as a gorgeous guy, who had a bodybuilder’s body, grabbed Alice and pulled her to him.
I giggled as she started dancing with him and closed my eyes again, losing myself to the music.
However, it only took a few minutes for me to start feeling uncomfortable.
I opened my eyes and looked around the crowded club carefully.
The hairs on the back of my neck were standing on end, and I felt like someone was staring at me.
I ignored the feeling and continued dancing, but I wasn’t as into it as I had been earlier.
“Do you want to get out of here?” the man behind me shouted into my ear.
I felt his hands moving up my stomach toward my breasts. I grabbed his hands once they reached my rib cage and shook my head.
“Don’t be a tease,” he shouted, and I felt him gyrating behind me.
“I’m not,” I shouted back at him, annoyed.
“Let’s get out of here.” His right hand fell to my hip, and I was about to push his hand away again when he was suddenly pulled away from me.
“What?” I turned around with a frown and saw Xander standing there, holding the guy back in a tight grip. “Xander! What are you doing here?” I muttered, angry and excited at the same time.
“Is this guy bothering you?” He squeezed the man’s arm tightly, and I shook my head quickly. “Get out of here.” He pushed the guy away. “And don’t bother this girl again, you hear me?”
“I wasn’t bothering her.” The guy looked angry. “She wanted it.”
“Get out of here.” Xander pushed him again, and I was scared that a fight was about to break out.
“What are you doing here?” I shouted.
“What?” Xander moved closer to me. “I can’t hear you.”
“What are you doing here?” I shouted again, this time into his ear as he stood next to me.
“Aiden and I wanted to make sure you and Alice were okay.”
“What?” I frowned, even more pissed now. “We’re not kids.”
“Well, you both act like kids.” Xander’s body was touching mine now, and I shivered. “We wanted to make sure those dresses didn’t get you both into trouble, and it looks like we arrived just in time.”
“Whatever,” I said and looked around. “Where’s Aiden?”
“Gone to make sure Alice is okay with Hulk Hogan’s cousin.” He winked at me, and I couldn’t stop myself from laughing.
“You’re stupid.”
“Is that any way to thank your savior?”
“My what?” I scoffed as I licked my suddenly dry lips.
“Your savior.” He grinned and moved forward so that his lips were resting gently against mine. “Do I get a kiss as a thank-you?”
“No, you do not.” I swallowed hard, but didn’t move back. I felt the tip of his tongue licking my lips, and my whole body trembled at his touch.
“Please,” he said, his eyes daring me to kiss him back as he pushed the tip of his tongue into my open mouth slightly.
“No.” I shook my head, and my lips closed on his tongue for a few seconds and sucked.
“There you guys are.” Aiden and Alice approached us, and I jumped back from Xander quickly. “It’s time for us to go.”
“What?” Both Alice and I looked at him in shock.