Chapter Fifteen
Harshal
Wraith punching Jackson in the bathroom infuriated me.
I’m still horny while being simultaneously mad at Wraith as I make my way to one of the bars.
I’ve had a drink already but it was just soda so now I need an alcoholic beverage.
I’m planning on this drink to be my only drink so I can stay sober for the night, especially after what happened to me when I got drunk last time I drank, a story that will never see the light of day.
“What can I get you?” the bartender asks.
“Give me a beer.” I respond.
The bartender nods and heads over to get my drink while taking someone else’s order.
Turning around I see Wraith descending the stairs, his eyes on me.
I smirk and flip him off. His expression is vacant and it stays that way.
The bartender slides my drink to me and I pull some money out of my pocket and slide over to him.
“Keep the change.” I say, taking my drink and walking off.
Making my way to the dance floor I spot Brunelle dancing with a girl and a guy, all three of them look hot, together or separately.
Brunelle and the other girl whip their hair before trapping the guy between them.
They grind their hips against him the other girl licks his neck and he throws his head back.
Brunelle spots me and grins before waving at me.
I smile and wave back, amused at her partying.
I then feel someone press up against me, their front plastered to my back.
I smirk as the stranger’s arms snake around my torso.
“Hey, hot stuff, want to dance?” the guy whispers in my ear.
My skin prickles in goosebumps as I shift my head to see who is behind me. He’s a fine, tall drink of chocolate with curly hair shaped in the most perfect afro. It looks so healthy and lush I want to drag my hand through his curls. I smile and respond with,
“I’d love to dance.”
“Nice, nice, then I’d like to take you home.” He says, walking me the rest of the way to the dance floor.
I make eye contact with Wraith and I can’t help but grin the biggest grin in existence.
It’s as if I’m giving him a ‘fuck you’ in the politest way possible.
He looks like he’s ready to kill the next person who enters the club which fills me with pride.
We enter the dance floor and I turn to face the guy only to discover he’s wearing a button up shirt, his pecs strain against the fabric with just the two buttons up top unbuttoned.
Taking it upon myself I unbutton some more buttons until his entire chest is on display in the strobing club lights.
“I see you like a little skin.” He smiles.
“I do.” I smile back.
Our bodies fall in synch with not only the beat of the song being played but with each other as well.
“Hell yeah!” He exclaims, his hands traveling along my body.
His fingertips leave goosebumps in their wake and sends chills down my spine.
It’s been a while since I’ve been touched like this and I just welcome the feeling of being sexually desired and touch as I dance with this stranger.
We grind, we jump, we feel each other up, it is almost like we were making out without kissing and ripping each other’s clothes off.
He rests his forehead against mine and we share the same breath as we trying to even our breathing.
“Whoo, I need a drink.” He says after about forty-five minutes of dancing together.
Shit I got carried away with coming to dance with him to piss Wraith off that I unknowingly sat my beer down on a random table. Which means it’s no longer good enough to drink. I don’t know if someone spiked it, spit in it, something fell in it, or anything like that.
“Yeah, I could use a drink too.” I state.
We begin to head to one of the bars but are stopped when we come face to face with an angry looking Wraith.
“Oh, hi Wraith.” I smile, innocently.
“You know him?” the guy asks.
“Unfortunately, yes.” I respond. “We share a math class.”
“That’s enough, we’re going home.” Wraith said, reaching for me.
I step out of his reach and shake my head.
“Like hell I am, I’m not going home.” I argue. “Not with you, and besides I came out tonight to have a good time, the night is still young.”
“And he was coming home with me.” the guy says.
“I never agreed to that.” I state, shaking my head.
Wraith’s heated gaze falls on the guy I had been dancing with. They stare at each other in complete, uncomfortable, might I add, silence. It is like there is some type of silent war going on between them.
“Grey Eyes, we’re leaving. Now.” Wraith said.
“Look this gentleman is old enough and capable enough to know when he’s had enough, and he obviously isn’t ready to leave, so let him be.”
“Thank you.” I smile at the guy.
Wraith grunts his disagreement as he reaches for me. As soon as his hand wraps around my wrist the guy I was dancing with grabs his arm. Wraith looks at where they connect before his murderous eyes land on his face.
“Let me go.” Wraith says, warning clear in his voice.
“Let him go first.”
Wraith snickers before looking up as if he’s praying for strength and I’m thinking this situation isn’t going to end particularly well. I try to pull away from Wraith’s grip but it only tightens.
“Hey—oh...” Brunelle says before speaking slowly with caution in her voice, “I hope I’m not interrupting anything, but...”
Her eyes fall to where Wraith and I are connected.
“I’m going home with someone, we have our locations on so if something goes wrong we know how to find each other... right?”
Brunelle’s presence doesn’t interfere with whatever Wraith and the other guy has going on, so I nod while eyeing them.
“Got it, send me a pic of what the guy looks like, have fun.” I say.
“You... too.” She frowns confused before walking off.
She then abruptly turns around.
“Can I talk to you alone?” she asks.
She looks at Wraith who is now looking at her.
“It’s about something personal and important.” She eyes Wraith.
Reluctantly he lets me go and Brunelle pulls me to a corner, Wraiths eyes on me the entire time.
“What’s up?” I ask.
“Is everything alright?” she asks. “Why does he look like he wants to murder someone?”
She gasps.
“Were those two about to fight over you?”
“Yes.” I sigh in defeat.
Glad I’m not the only one who saw a future fight in the mix.
“Damn, that’s hot.” Brunelle smiles.
“Really?” I ask.
“What, you have to admit having two sexy studs fight over you is fucking hot.” She says.
She looks over at them then gasps, shocked. “Oh my...”
Before I could say anything a loud commotion breaks out around us and I turn around to find Wraith and the guy fighting.
Oh, no, no, no, no! Rushing over to them I try to stop them from fighting, but people get in my way, with their phones out recording the whole situation.
Although the guy I was dancing with has the body of a football player his strength and strategics is nothing compared to the power and strategies Wraith’s muscular body has.
But that’s not saying that Wraith is invincible because the other guy does get some pretty good blows in.
On Wraiths cheek, chest, lips, and more.
Wraith punches the guy in the stomach and people can hear the loud thump of the punch over the music if they’re in the first few rows of the crowd.
The guy bends over, holding his gut and Wraith decides to take that opportunity to pick him up over his shoulder, getting ready to body slam the guy.
Pushing through the crowd with all my might and with wide eyes I step in front of Wraith.
“Wraith stop!” I shout, panicked. “Do not body slam him.”
“Do it!” some dumbass guy shouts from somewhere in the crowd.
“Yeah, finish him!” a woman’s voice says.
“Don’t listen to them, listen to me.” I say.
My mind is racing, trying to get Wraith’s mind off this situation and I come up blank until I think about his desire to have me with him.
“If you want me to come with you this weekend, put. Him. Down.” I say through gritted teeth.
Wraith breathes harshly as he stares at me. Sighing he let’s go of the man, dropping his body to the floor before kicking him and stalking over to me. He grabs me by my throat and picks me up as we walk toward the exit of the club.
***
I’m furious about what happened back at the club. Wraith didn’t have to beat that guy up. I’m also jealous of Frani and Fritzi because they’re still partying, having fun, while I’m being dragged to Wraith’s bedroom. My eyes widen when we enter his bedroom and I see my bag on his bed.
“You packed me clothes?” I ask.
“Yeah.” He says.
“How did you even get into my apartment?” I ask.
“I have my ways.” He responds.
“And the government has a thing called restraining orders.” I state.
“Put one on me, I fucking double dare you, it’s not like that’s going to stop me from being around you.” He grits out.
The alpha in him is coming out and I don’t know if it’s a turn on or a turn off.
I look over what he packed me and I can’t help but notice that the only underwear he packed me are jockstraps.
I smirk as my horniness rises. Fine, I could play this little game of his, let’s see how long it will take for him to snap.
Taking the hair tie out of my pants pocket I use it to tie my locs up in a manbun.
I then begin to strip out of my shirt and pants, slowly, teasing him.
“What are you doing?” he asks.
The only acknowledgement I give him is a faint look over my shoulders.
My back is to him so he’ll have a perfect view of my ass when I take my boxers off.
Bending down, slowly, seductively I shimmy out of my underwear, leaving my bare ass on display to him.
I hear a low growl come from him and I turn to face him.
His pupils are dilated as they drink every ounce of my naked body.
“Like what you see do ya?” I smirk.