Chapter 12
ISABELLA
The club we’re at is playing loud R&B music right now. I can’t tell what the song is because everyone is talking loudly and screaming over the music.
Becky brought her boyfriend Adrian with us because I had Slade so it only made sense.
Adrian probably won’t be drinking a lot since he is super protective over Becky and wants to make sure she gets out of the club with him instead of throwing up all over the floor.
She is already drunk even though she only had two drinks.
I had one and I’m slowly starting to feel the buzz.
She got a mojito, her favorite drink and a shot of vodka.
I got an espresso martini.
Adrian also got a drink to sip on but I’m not sure what it is.
And Slade got a Moscow mule to sip on.
“Where did you find this club?” I ask, swaying my hips to the music softly.
“One of the guys down in design suggested it to me. He asked if I wanted to go out with him, but I’m basically married,” Becky says before glancing over at Adrian.
Adrian and Slade are both at the bar, sipping on their drinks while examining the layout of the club. Adrian is staring mainly at Becky, probably to make sure no one goes near her, while Slade is looking at every single person, on the second floor, first floor, dance floor, bar, everything.
With how much he is keeping his eyes on everything, you would think that someone’s out to get him or he’s just very paranoid.
“What’s going on between you two?” Becky asks, bringing my gaze back to her.
I shrug. “Nothing, we’re just roommates.”
“Roommates aren’t supposed to look at each other like that.”
I raise an eyebrow at her. “Like what?”
“Like they want to fuck each other’s brain out.”
I laugh and shake my head at her.
I’ve never really dated a guy.
Slade has been the only guy I’ve ever had a connection with.
Becky doesn’t know I’m a virgin because if she did she would just baby me or try to get me to sleep with the first hot person she sees.
But with all of the teasing between Slade and me, the constant back and forth, I’m getting restless.
Slade knows what he does to me too. He just likes messing with me.
Times like this are when I wish I did at least have some sort of contact with boys so that I would stop acting like a prude and just go for what I want, but I get scared and insecure.
I’ve only kissed one boy and that was during a round of truth or dare in high school.
I barely even remember that night because it wasn’t that important to me.
During high school I focused on my studies and myself rather than drama or boys.
“I need another drink. I’m starting to feel sober,” Becky says and I agree. All this thinking isn’t helping me have fun.
We walk back to the guys, and Becky immediately goes into Adrian’s arms while I go up to the bar, standing next to Slade.
The bartender smiles when he sees me as I say, “I’ll get four shots of your best vodka,” I say before he nods and gets to work.
“What are you doing?” Slade asks, putting his hand on my arm. Sparks fly where he’s touching me.
I look at him and my lips are dangerously close to his face. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, why are you ordering four shots? Don’t you think you had enough to drink?” Slade raises an eyebrow at me.
My eyes concentrate on his and I notice how dilated his pupils are. It almost feels like I’m staring into space because of how dark they are.
“I’ve only had one drink tonight,” I say while the bartender comes back with the shots. “Stop being a buzzkill and trying to ruin my night.” I grab one of the shots and take it.
Next thing I know Slade comes up behind me and he presses his chest into my back. I arch and his hips press up against my butt, his erection thrusting into me lightly.
His lips touch my ear, sending shivers down my spine. “Pochemu ty vdrug vedesh' sebya so mnoy kak khuligan?” he asks with his smooth Russian tongue while caging me in against the bar, his arm trapping me.
I exhale and close my eyes, starting to feel the shot I just took.
Damn, alcohol works fast.
“You didn’t answer me. Why are you acting like a brat with me all of a sudden?” he asks.
“Because you aren’t playing fair,” I answer and turn around to face him, my butt no longer pressed up against his erection.
I know for a fact that Slade is big because of the gorgeous v-line he has that leads to what’s between his legs, his rippling body, and his hands.
Guys with big hands always have big dicks.
That’s what Becky told me.
“I didn’t know we were in a competition,” he says, a playful smirk on his face.
I glare at him. “You’re so infatuating sometimes. It pisses me off.”
“I know, seeing you mad is like foreplay for me. Keep going,” Slade teases, leaning closer to me and pressing his erection into me again.
I want to almost pull Slade closer to feel more of him, wrapping his arms around me.
The room starts to feel hot and stuffy with him being so close, his breath hitting my cheek and his nose barely touching mine.
“Oh you want me to keep going?” I raise my eyebrows at him. “You brought me flowers for my birthday, gave me a ride to work, make me dinner and breakfast, help me with my manuscript, flirt with me, touch me, sleep with me when I have nightmares. Should I continue?”
“I’m not allowed to do those things?” he playfully asks.
I feel my face getting red. “You can’t do them with the intention of not doing something about it.”
The playful demure is gone from Slade and his jaw ticks before he leans in closer to me, pressing his entire body against mine. His hands land on my waist and his lips are right next to my ear.
“Trust me, Isabella, when I have you, you’re going to be begging me to let you go. Only reason I haven’t staked my claim with you yet is because I want you to enjoy the last bit of freedom you have before I consume your every need.”
My head feels heavy when he leans back, his eyes caught on my lips. “I hate you.”
Slade smirks again and thrusts his hips into mine. “I want you.” Slade grabs one of the shots from behind me and gulps it down without any chaser before backing away from me slowly. “Make sure to enjoy tonight Isabella, because after this, our game is over.” Slade walks away and I turn to Becky.
She is making out with Adrian, smiling into his lips while he has her hips in his hands.
If Slade wasn’t being such a pussy, that could be us.
I grab the shots I got for them and take both, the burn sliding down my throat. I swear I feel like if I take another one I’m going to gag.
I spin back to the bartender and wave him down. “Give me another two shots.”