Chapter Fifteen #2
She mesmerises me as she dances. I don’t think there’s a single person in the limo who can take their eyes off her, though of course my brothers would kill anyone who does more than just look.
Elsie must be creaming in her underwear right now, and I bet even Adrianne is turned on.
Everyone’s a little bit bi, and if anyone can turn a girl, it’s my girl.
“Alright! That’s enough!” I call when the urge to fuck her becomes too much. “Enough truth or dare already, it’s boring.”
I sulk in my seat while Amelie laughs and climbs off Onyx’s lap. She comes and sits on mine, kissing me on the cheek and rubbing her breasts up against me as she runs her fingers through my hair.
“Don’t pout, pretty boy. You can have a private dance later.”
I brighten up at that.
“Fuck, is it just me or was that really hot?” Adrianne asks, fanning herself. I grin. I fucking knew it.
“I need to get laid.”
“Been a while has it? Don’t worry, Adrianne. Being ugly is just playing life in hard mode. You’ll win a medal for that shit eventually.”
“Kalen!” Amelie chastises me as Adrianne flips me off.
“What, it’s true!” I cry, even though Adrianne isn’t ugly.
I guess raising your kid brother single handedly doesn’t leave much free time for getting laid. However, tonight I’m determined to kiss and make up with her…metaphorically at least…and I think pushing her buttons until she snaps is the best way to go.
“Let’s play something else… ooooh I know! How about charades?!”
“You know what would be hilarious?” Adrianne laughs. “If you had a heart attack while playing charades. Tragic. But fucking funny.”
“That was mean.”
“I’m starting to realise why the two of you don’t get on,” Amelie announces. “You’re the same fucking person.”
I give her my wounded puppy dog expression. I am way sexier than that single mum wannabe.
“We’re here,” Sawyer calls. A moment later the driver opens the door and we all exit the limo.
We walk towards the entrance of the club, bypassing the line. Some days it’s fucking awesome to be us. I grin. At the door, the usual bouncers are standing there, checking people’s ID as they go in, but there’s also two police officers with a police dog, sniffing for narcotics.
“I wonder if normal dogs ever look at police dogs like ‘oh shit, it’s a cop,’” I muse, bending down to pet the large Alsatian.
“Sir, please don’t stroke the dog while it’s working.”
“I’m not stroking, I’m petting. And she likes it, see.” I point to the dog’s wagging tail.
“Sir, we need you to stop. The dog is on shift right now.”
“What time does she get off? Maybe I could take her for treats. Set her up with my girlfriend’s dog, Momo. They would make adorable babies.”
“Sir, this dog is not for breeding. It is a male for one.”
“What would you even call Alsatian Pomsky crosses? Or should I call her a German Shepherd? Oh my god, is that politically correct? Are we allowed to still use the G word? Am I going to get in trouble?”
“Sir, how much have you had to drink?”
“Virtually nothing. I’m drunk on the intoxicating scent of my sister’s sweet cu—OW!”
“Sorry, he was dropped on his head as a baby. He can’t help it,” Onyx apologises to the exasperated looking police officers after whacking me around said head.
“You know, if that were true, you just assaulted someone with brain damage. You’re going to hell—oh look, Adrianne! Finally someone likes you! Maybe the bitch recognises her own kind!” I laugh as the dog barks and sits in front of Adrianne, and she pales.
“I-I’m scared of dogs,” she stammers which for some reason makes me laugh even more. She acts so badass yet she’s scared of a medium-to-large sized ball of fur? She’s a pussy cat. The dog, not Adrianne. She’s a bitch.
“Sorry, she’s become a little over excited thanks to your friend. Go on in, we’ll just take her for a short break.”
“Ooooooh! Does that mean I can pet her now?!” I ask, excited. It’s not often you get to play with dogs at a nightclub. Unless you count some of the clientele, but they’re not nearly as cute.
“NO!” Everyone yells at me, making me jump.
“Jesus, alright. Keep your hair on! You know,” I muse, “people who say money can’t buy friendship, never realised that you can use money to buy a dog. Voilà, a friend for life. Maybe you should try it, Adrianne.”
“So you didn’t buy me Momo as an apology gift…you got me him because you think I have no friends?” Amelie demands, standing with her hands on her hips. She looks so fucking hot when she’s pissed, or pretending to be angry, that I can’t really tell which one this is right now.
I need to answer very carefully…
Thankfully I’m saved from fucking up by the police and bouncers waving us in, looking quite glad to be rid of us.
Can’t think why. Maybe they were upset that Adrianne didn’t like their dog.
As soon as we’re in, Sawyer leads us to the VIP area which basically means that the seats actually get the cum wiped off them at the end of the night. Luxurious.
Jasper wanders off to order some drinks, unable to switch that subservient shit off, even when he’s technically off duty.
I’m not complaining, it is nice to have someone wait on me, but I’d rather get my own drinks tonight.
I want to party hard, and I suspect stick-up-his-ass Jasper will try to put me on a leash. But this beast will not be leashed.
As soon as the first round of drinks arrives at the table, I down mine and steal Adrianne’s too. She growls at me, but I just give her my most charming, cheeky boy smile. She scowls, and I fear for the safety of my balls by the end of the night. Elsie sniffs hers, her nose wrinkling in distaste.
“Down the hatch, Els!” Amelie cries, tipping the end of her glass higher when it reaches her lips. Elsie swallows it in one but slams the glass down coughing. When she stops, she hiccups.
“You should hold your breath to get rid of those,” Slate tells her.
“Holding your breath when you have the hiccups is like turning your lungs off and on again. It always works with electronics. Try it,” I offer helpfully.
I don’t think she appreciates my tip, judging by the look she gives me. Jasper rubs her back for her and I turn away, looking for my next drink, and stumble into Onyx and Adrianne talking.
“I didn’t really think I had a choice.”
“Everyone has a choice. They just can’t choose to leave. What are you interested in?” O asks her. My ears prick up with interest as Adrianne shrugs with false nonchalance.
“I thought I was an assistant for life now.”
“Not necessarily. We have a lot of connections.”
“I’ve always been interested in medicine. Growing up, back in the day when we thought we could be anything, I wanted to be a doctor. A surgeon.” She laughs humourlessly and shrugs. “If I’m lucky, I might end up as a porter or medical secretary.”
“If you want to be a surgeon, be a surgeon. Within The Order nothing will hold you back.”
“Well what do you want to do?”
“I’d be a personal trainer.”
“So why don’t you?”
“It’s not so easy for me.”
I jump in before things can get too deep.
“I think you’d make a great surgeon Adrianne. If you think about it, surgeons just perform accurate stabbing until the patient feels better…maybe Branson’s a healer in disguise.”
“His patients never get to feel better,” Onyx replies dryly.
“I didn’t say he was a good one,” I quip, turning to Amelie.
I watch as she sips her rum and Coke, the ice clinking together in the glass.
“You know, ice sweats itself to death.”
“Kalen, shut the fuck up and dance with me.” She necks her drink, slams the empty glass on the table and drags me to the dance floor which is a sticky mess of writhing bodies.
I’m not complaining at all as she wraps herself around me and sticks to me like a second skin.
She can really move, and I get to reap the benefits until we’re both panting hard and horny as hell.
I have to pull back slightly to hike my jeans back up.
Gravity is always trying to pull my trousers down.
She’s a randy bitch but I think Amelie could take her in a fight.
We were practically dry humping on the dance floor anyway and as much as I would love to drag Amelie off somewhere to finish what she started, I need a drink more, so I drag her back to our VIP seats and order us up several rounds of shots.
We’re about halfway down them when Branson turns up. Oh goodie, he got my text. Amelie lights up when she sees him.
“Batman! What are you doing here?”
Maybe it was a mistake to invite him. Sober, the guy is actually growing on me. Pissed, I hate the way my girl is so happy to see him. Especially when my cock is aching to be buried inside her. I want her to be all smiles and laughter for me. Not him.
“Hey Baxter, I dare you to show everyone our matching BFF piercings!” I call to him as I drain more shots. Adrianne joins us from wherever she’s been dancing and passes me another drink.
“Cheers,” I say, surprised. I may be semi-wasted but I know this kindness is out of character.
“Let’s call a truce for Amelie’s sake. Turns out I actually like this job, and I like her as more than a boss, so I don’t wanna fuck this one up. Which means getting along with you.”
“Awww, shucks, c’mere!” I grab her before she can protest, pulling her into a big bear hug and glancing over her head to see if Amelie is jealous. She’s beaming at me like I just made her day.
I yank up my shirt to flash my nipple piercing at her and when she giggles and stares expectantly at Branson, he curses me but copies my actions.
Amelie stares in disbelief and then cracks up laughing.
“So that’s it? You guys really are besties now? I’m hurt. There was me thinking we’d be getting matching Batman and Robin tattoos.”
Branson doesn’t say anything but he turns on the spot and pulls his shirt right up, exposing his shoulders. There, on his right shoulder blade, is a Batman tattoo.
Amelie gasps, then her jaw hangs open in shock.
Jealousy prickles all along my skin. She reaches out to run her fingers along it, eyes sparkling with emotion, and I growl.
Okay, I probably sound more like Momo than the Alsatian outside, but that’s not the point.
I will piss on her leg to mark my territory if I have to; she thought it was cute when Momo did it.
I slap her fingers away from his skin and glare at him. Fucking Batman. It’s stupid anyway. Everyone knows the Marvel Universe is better than DC. I dare anyone to fight me on it.
I snatch up the remaining drinks on the table and polish those off too.
“If you like ink so damn much, Amelie, I’ll get your name tattooed along my monster cock. It’s long enough that ‘property of Kalen’s sister’ will fit nicely.”