Chapter 14
Joshua
Adrian turns to me. “Come on, soft cock.” He smiles.
I glare at him. “Shut up before I punch your ugly face in.
I’m not even joking.”
He and Cameron laugh. They think this is hilarious. All day I have been copping it. I couldn’t get it up last night. A beautiful woman was pulsating on my lap naked and…nothing. I had to leave in embarrassment with my tail between my legs.
“Were you hard when Tash kissed you yesterday?” Cameron smiles as we wait at the bar for our drinks.
“What do you reckon?” I snap. I rub my face in frustration. “Now the fucking bitch has made me impotent as well.”
They both laugh out loud.
“How long till we get this job finished? I need to get out of here,” I murmur.
“Oh shit,” Cameron murmurs as he drops his head, “Two o’clock.”
Adrian’s eyes and mine follow where his direction is indicating.
“Oh great,” Adrian whispers. “I didn’t bring a leash.”
The beautiful prostitute that I slept with before I got back with Tash is here. Great, more ammunition for her to fire my way.
We turn and head to our regular lounging hangout upstairs. “How did you get me here anyway? I told you I wasn’t coming,” I say flatly.
“Um, I think I said, are you coming to the Ivy? And you said are the girls still coming? And I said yes. And you said, what time?” Cameron smirks.
“Hilarious,” I mouth at him as I take a sip of my drink.
Bridget and Abbie come through the crowd. Bridget smiles and sits on the arm of my chair.
“Hi,” she smiles as she runs her hand over the top of my head.
“Hi,” I smile. Abbie and Cameron immediately start to talk.
“Where is Tash?” Adrian asks.
“Oh my God, she’s so drunk. We left her downstairs with
her bodyguard. I give it half an hour and she will have to go home.”
My eyes flick to Adrian and he stands. “I will go and get her.” He disappears through the club.
“Who is the guard she has with her?” I ask.
“Mine,” Abbie laughs. Hmm, she’s really drunk too. “Where have you been? Why are you so drunk?” I ask. “We went out for dinner to celebrate,” Bridget smiles into
her drink as she tips her head back to scull.
“Celebrate what?” Cameron asks as he flops into the chair beside me.
Bridget and Abbie burst into laughter as their eyes meet. “Just stuff,” Bridget murmurs.
Hmm. Then I see her. A bright yellow short backless dress and gold strappy high heels. Her hair is out and messy. I snap my eyes away from her. Stop it. Why is she so damn perfect?
“Jooosshhhua,” she coos drunkenly. My eyes flick to her. She is really drunk. I’ve never seen her like this. She giggles and walks over to me. “I’ve been waiting for you, my beautiful Lamborghini.” She runs her hand over my head affectionately.
My eyes flick to Cameron and Adrian who have been rendered speechless. I sit still as I hold my breath.
She walks around in front of me, hitches her dress up and straddles me in my seat. I sit back in shock.
She puts her arms around my neck and leans in and kisses me. My eyes flick to Cameron and he smirks. Good grief.
“I need you to take me home and fill me up, big boy,” she purrs. Cameron chokes on his drink as he laughs.
“Christ, Natasha, what are you doing?” I stammer.
“I’m about to have sex,” she smiles as she takes my drink from me and sculls it, “with you.” She points the glass at me.
Bridget and Abbie start to laugh as they high five each other. She leans over and starts to suck on my neck and runs her tongue along my jaw and into my mouth and then gifts me with a deep kiss.
“Stop,” I stammer as I pull back from her. “What are you doing?”
“Taking back what’s mine,” she slurs.
She starts to untuck my shirt from my pants, and she runs her hand over my lower stomach.
“Jesus, Natasha. Stop it.”
She goes back to my neck and starts to suck on it again.
Cameron laughs out loud. “How’s that big dick of yours now bro, still soft?”
“Shut up,” I snap. I will never admit it but I’m rock hard. “Natasha. Stop it.” I pull back and take my drink from her. “Do you want to taste me? Do it here, right now on this lounge.” I choke on my drink in shock.
“Excuse me.” We look around to see a bouncer standing over us. “She needs to stop that behavior or she needs to leave,” he says flatly.
I nod. “Tash, get off me.”
She stands and glares at the bouncer. “Party pooper.” She sticks out her tongue at him and we all laugh at her ridiculousness.
She grabs my hand. “Come and dance and then take me home, baby.” She kisses the back of my hand.
Why does she have to be such a beautiful deceiver? I’d give anything to go with her. How am I supposed to resist this?
I shake my head. “No.”
She stands back and glares at me. “No,” she repeats as she puts her hand on her hip.
“That’s what I said,” I repeat.
“Fine, I will find someone who will then, you can come and watch if you like. It’s going to be a great show tonight.”
I hear Cameron and Adrian snicker at each other.
“Is that a threat?” I snap.
She smiles sweetly. “No, that’s a promise.” She raises her eyebrows, blows me a kiss and then walks off sexily through the crowd. Her guard turns and follows her.
“Joshua, you had better go with her. She’s not joking,” Bridget snaps.
I screw my face up at her.
“I’m just saying, she hasn’t had sex since you and she is seriously good to go.” She widens her eyes at me to accentuate her point.
Cameron puts his hands over his eyes. “Oh my fucking God, she still hasn’t had sex. It’s been over a year. Are you stupid? Get your ass down there.”
“No.” I sit back in my seat in defiance.
Two hours later I am in a near silent panic.
I haven’t seen Tash since she told me she was going to sleep with someone else.
The girls haven’t been back either. What in the hell is going on downstairs?
It’s unusual. Usually, they come back every half hour or so for drinks between dancing. Not tonight.
Adrian is talking to some ugly guy at the bar and two girls are sitting so close to Cam they are almost on his lap.
Ben is against the wall with the other security guards.
He’s too neurotic to drink at the moment.
He blames himself for the attack three weeks ago at my office when he had the week off.
I sit next to them, detached from their conversation.
The side of my pointer slides back and forth across my lips as I think.
She still hasn’t slept with anyone…why?
It can’t have anything to do with me. She didn’t love me when we were together, so she definitely doesn’t love me now.
Why hasn’t she slept with anyone? She’s obviously gagging for it.
I’ve never been with a woman who is so sexually raw and untamed.
My mind goes back to her body yesterday in the stairwell and a wave of arousal sweeps over me, and I harden.
I scrub my hand over my face in frustration and lean back in my seat.
Oh, the irony. I had a hot naked stripper rubbing herself all over me last night and nothing and yet just the thought of Natasha and her beautiful tight body sends my hormones into overdrive.
Why am I so physically attracted to the ultimate deceiver?
I need to break free from this stupid obsession.
Cam’s right, why can’t I be attracted to one of the beautiful women from home?
Am I ever going to feel something? I make myself sick. I need to go home. Now.
Cameron returns with drinks. I hadn’t even realized he
had left. “Here.” He places them in front of me. “Thanks,” I murmur, distracted.
“Hello Joshua.” A voice from behind me sneers.
It’s that blonde prostitute. I don’t even know her name. I make eye contact with Ben and slightly nod, he nods in reply and walks slowly over to us.
“Let’s get out of here.” She signals to the stairs.
I roll my eyes. “Let’s not,” I reply flatly. “Go away, I’m not interested.”
She puts her hand on her hip. “That’s very rude.”
I raise an eyebrow at her in contempt. “No, if you want rude, I will rephrase it, get out of my fucking sight.”
Cameron smiles and sits back as he watches our interaction.
He’s loving this.
“I didn’t hear you complain when we were together,” she purrs.
I roll my eyes. “Go away. I’m done.” I signal to Ben who walks over and stands behind her.
“Move,” Ben snaps.
“Don’t you dare put your ghouls onto me. Who do you think you are?”
“Over this boring conversation. That’s who.” I scratch my head in frustration. I don’t want Natasha to see her talking to me.
Ben grabs the back of her elbow and she rips it away from him.
“Don’t touch me,” she yells. People around us start to notice the disturbance and I drop my head in embarrassment.
“You will be sorry, Joshua.”
I laugh. “Actually, trust me. No, I won’t.” I raise my eyebrows.
She smiles. “I wonder if your little princess would like the movies sent to her private or personal email.”
My eyes slowly rise to meet hers.
“Natasha Marx, Psychologist. Just changed jobs right. Email is [email protected].” She folds her arms in front of her and smiles at me.
Ben grabs her again and I hold up my hand to him to signify for him to stop. Cameron sits up in his seat immediately.
“Got your attention now, haven’t I?” she sneers. “That’s right. I filmed our nights together and I am only too happy to pass on the happy memories to the boring little wife and kiddies.”
“What do you want?” Cameron snaps angrily. “I will let you know.” She storms off.
“Son of a bitch, you attract crazies,” Cameron stammers as he holds his forehead with one hand.
Adrian walks over. “What did she want?”
“Nob jockey here was filmed by the prostitute and now she wants money, or she is going to send the movies to Natasha.”
Adrian’s eyes snap to me. “Tell me you are not that stupid.” I drop my head. “This just gets better by the day.”
My phone beeps a text. It’s Natasha.
Hello xx
I sit back in my seat and smile. This brings back memories.
I reply.
Hello
My phone beeps again.
Are you coming down here to kiss me?
I smile, I wish. I reply.
No