Chapter 14 #2
For fifteen minutes I watch my phone while I wait for her reply, but it doesn’t come. What is she doing?
“What if that chick goes and sees Natasha and tells her about the movies?” Cameron remarks over his drink.
I frown and stand in a rush. “Let’s go downstairs,” I stammer. Adrian smiles broadly as he stands. He nods and signals to Ben.
We start to make our way over to the staircase.
“What’s happening with Tash?” Cam smirks over his shoulder as he takes the first step down.
I shrug as I follow. “Nothing, why do you say that?”
He turns back to look at me. “Well, if you were finished with her you wouldn’t care what that chick has to show her.” He smirks at me.
My eyes meet his.
“Would you?” He breaks into a broad smile as he raises his eyebrows.
I roll my eyes.
“He’s right.” Adrian laughs. “Inspector Morse doesn’t miss a trick.”
I shake my head and we get to the bottom of the stairs where I am greeted by the sight of Abbie kissing a guy to the side of the bar.
Cameron smirks again as he turns back to me. “Figures,” he mouths at me and I raise a brow.
My eyes instinctively search the space. I don’t see her anywhere. Bridget comes through the crowd.
“Hi.” She kisses me on the cheek, and I put my arm around her affectionately.
She hasn’t taken sides. I really do love Didge.
Abbie on the other hand is a bad influence.
I haven’t forgotten the ‘Natasha needs to have a threesome’ remark from that tape that night.
I can just imagine her constantly setting Tash up with guys, pushing her into it.
It’s been haunting me for six fucking months.
My eyes search for her again. I am still reeling from the info that Natasha hasn’t slept with anyone else.
She’s still mine.
“She’s dancing,” Bridget smiles.
I frown at her. “Huh?”
“You’re looking for Tash?” she questions.
“No,” I answer. Actually, if the girls are here, who is she dancing with?
Then I see her, she’s laughing and talking up close to some guy in his ear.
He has his arm around her, and I find myself clenching my jaw in anger.
I look away in a rush. I need a drink, so I head straight to the bar as jealousy starts to pump through my veins.
What am I doing? She shouldn’t affect me this way.
I order three shots and drink them in succession.
I need to loosen the hell up. I get the rest of the drinks for everybody and head back to the group and there she is…
with Cyril? I put my head down so I don’t make a scene and strangle him on the spot.
What’s his name again? I troll my brain. Fuck he’s so…geeky.
Cameron leans over to talk in my ear. “Who’s the bozo?”
I shrug in annoyance.
Natasha walks over and grabs my arm affectionately. “Joshua, baby, you remember Simon?” She slurs into my ear.
I nod and put my hand out to shake his. I really want to break this fucker’s fingers right now. Work friend, work friend, work friend, I remind myself. Cameron smirks as he goes up on his toes in cheek and puts his hand out to shake hands.
“Simon.”
“Cameron.” Cameron smiles. He and Adrian smile broadly at each other. Why do they love it when I sweat like this?
“Adrian.” Adrian holds out his hand to shake the loser’s hand. “Simon.” He smiles.
Natasha walks over to me and slips her hand under my
suit jacket and around my waist. She kisses my shoulder.
“Let’s dance, baby.” She grabs my hand and tries to pull me onto the dance floor.
I shake my head. “I don’t want to dance.”
She pulls a whiny face and I smile. She really is a very cute drunk.
She turns to geek boy. “Simon, will you dance with me, honey?” she slurs. She wouldn’t.
He raises his eyebrows and smiles. “Of course, milady.” He wraps his arm around her and they dance off through the crowd.
My eyes flick to Cameron who is smiling into his drink. “Don’t look at me, she asked you first.”
I swig my drink without tasting it. Bitch.
Natasha doesn’t come back for over an hour and I find myself constantly looking for her. Where in the hell is she?
“Hi, I’m Elsa,” a pretty brunette purrs. “And this is Carmen.” She points to a stunning blonde who beams at us.
I smile as I turn to her. “Hello, I’m Joshua and this is Cameron and Adrian.
” They both turn to her and smile. From the corner of my eye, I see Natasha’s yellow dress on the other side of the dance floor.
My eyes flick over. She’s in Simon’s arms and dirty dancing.
My face drops and Adrian turns to see what I am looking at.
He does a low whistle.
I immediately turn to face the dance floor and put my hands in my pockets as fury heats my blood.
I run my tongue over my teeth in contempt.
He’s kidding himself. She’s blind drunk…
nice friend he is. He slowly runs his hand down her back and pulls her into him by the waist. She leans in to listen to something he says and throws her head back in laughter.
I stand rooted on the spot as fury courses through me.
Turn around, turn around. Turn the fuck around.
I can’t, I can’t make myself walk away. Natasha steps back, overbalances and nearly falls over.
He helps her up and then leans in and kisses her neck.
My eyes widen and I stand still as I watch.
Her bodyguard walks over to them on the dance floor.
He whispers something to her as he gently grabs her by the elbow.
Thank God he’s finally doing his job. Natasha turns and talks to him and then turns away from him in annoyance, Simon grabs her again and she giggles loudly.
That’s it, I snap. I storm over to them.
“What do you think you’re doing?” I snap to the geek. “What does it look like?” he answers as he spins her
around and she laughs out loud.
“It looks like you are trying to get yourself murdered,” I spit.
Natasha does an over exaggerated point at me. “Hey, murder on the dance floor. That’s funny.” She bursts into laughter and starts running her hands over her eyes in a pulp fiction move. I glare at her in return.
“Get lost, idiot. She’s here with me,” the loser replies as he twists her, so she has her back to me.
“I don’t think so.” I pull her from his grip.
“Joshua,” she giggles as she falls onto my chest. I put my arm around her in a protective gesture.
My eyes flick to Ben who is now standing with her bodyguard against the wall. He nods in approval.
“We’re leaving,” I snap
“No, we are not, we are leaving when I say, and I say not yet. I want another drink,” she replies as she pulls from my grip and then stumbles toward the bar.
I narrow my eyes after her and follow her angrily to the bar.
“What will it be?” the male bartender smiles to her. She leans forward onto her elbows on the bar and smiles
cheekily at him. “What do you want it to be?” She giggles.
I grab her angrily by the arm. “I tell you what it’s going to be. You’re going home immediately. You are out of control.” I jerk her toward me.
She screws up her face. “Fun cop.” “Me?” I snap.
“Yes, you.”
I narrow my eyes at her again.
“Shouldn’t you be talking dirty to me about now?” she whispers as she looks at my lips and smiles affectionately at me.
Why does she have to have those perfect dimples when she smiles at me? How much can a man take? I need to find some resistance…and quickly. I can feel it slipping by the minute.
“Something about me being creamy and wet,” she whispers. My eyes widen as she runs her hands down her perfect body and back up to settle on her hips. The way her neck is arched in the light I could just sink my teeth straight into it. I feel myself harden at the thought.
Bridget walks over to us. “Hey.” I drop my eyes to somehow hide my devious thoughts.
I talk into my drink as I take a sip. “Didge, control Natasha or I am taking her home, and she’s going to cop it.” My eyes drop back to Natasha’s perfect leg….they need to be around my ears, while I give her what she needs…hard.
Bridget smiles broadly at me. “Take her home Joshua, in fact I dare you to take her home.”
I look at her sarcastically and Adrian walks over to us.
Natasha grabs him in an embrace. “Adrian, come and swim in the pool with me.” He pulls back immediately.
“We are not going to the pool bar. No way in hell.” The pool bar located outside is massive and is a full marble bar all around a huge swimming pool. People are in and out of it all night…very drunk people. The toilets are unisex in that part of the club, if you know what I mean.
“Natasha, you are not going swimming in that dress,” I snap. “It will be totally see-through.”
She smirks at Bridget. “He’s very whiny tonight, isn’t he? He really should just shut up and look pretty over there.” She points her wine glass at me as she stumbles to the side again, her wine sloshing over her glass.
Bridget and Adrian laugh into their drinks as they both grab her arm to steady her.
“How about I put that smart mouth of yours to good use.” My eyes hold hers.
She giggles into her drink. “Maybe you should.”
“What have you girls been doing today anyway?” Adrian asks.
Natasha grabs his arm. “Oh my God, Adrian, you won’t believe it. I hardly believe it myself.”
Bridget waves at Natasha and shakes her head to signify silence, she puts her finger to her lips in a sshh signal. Natasha ignores her.
“We had massages today…with happy endings.” She nods to accentuate her point.
I spit my drink out. “What?” I snap angrily Bridget and Adrian burst into laughter.
Fury rips through me. “Are you fucking kidding me?” I yell. She giggles into her glass. “Abbie organized it. It was awesome by the way. His name was Antonio.”
Fucking Abbie. “You had sex with a masseur?” I yell. I’m furious, some dirty masseur had his hands all over her. My skin bristles with jealousy.
She screws up her face and pushes me in the chest. “No, just a massage, silly…but I might on my next visit. Who knows what could happen? I’m mixing it up.
” She wobbles her head at me and does a bicep curl.
“It’s actually pretty fun being bad you know.
” She giggles into her glass as she staggers sideways.
My eyes flick to Adrian and Bridget who are killing themselves laughing.
“I think Abbie actually had sex with her masseur,” Bridget leans in and whispers in a very loud voice and the girls laugh again.
“Why am I not surprised?” Adrian says dryly.
“Scrubber,” Natasha smirks.
“Internal?” I snap. I can’t believe this shit.
“Huh?” She questions.
“Did he touch you internally?” I yell as my anger hits a new level.
She smiles cheekily and rolls her eyes dramatically.
“Not yet…but who knows what will happen on my next visit? As soon as I work out where a female VIP room is, I’m going there too. Aren’t we Didge?” Bridget laughs and nods.
Right, that’s it. I grab her arm. “We are going home now and you and your smartass mouth are going to fucking cop it.”
She giggles as I start to drag her toward the door. “Joshua…I have to go and tell Simon I am leaving,” she
stammers.
I jerk her again. “The only person you need to worry about is me. Get that through that thick head of yours.”
She giggles and goes to run away from me. I grab her and throw her over my shoulder and smack her hard on the ass.
“Behave,” I snap.
“Make me,” she squeals in laughter.
My eyes flick to Ben as I storm toward the door. “Car,” I mouth.
He nods and smirks as he takes out his phone.