Chapter 27
I’m Good – David Guetta & Bebe Rexha
Give it To Me – Matt Sassari
Motto – Ava Max
The Colour Violet – Tory Lanez
The Club
Part 1
Elena
THE CLUB IS PULSING WITH ENERGY. THE LIGHTS ARE DIM AND THE ROOM HAS a red undertone.
I totally fit in. There are people dancing and gyrating everywhere.
David Guetta and Bebe Rexhas, I’m good blares through the sound system.
Enzo has his hand at the small of my back guiding me through the sweaty crowd.
Tony and Evie are walking ahead of us towards a booth at the far corner.
We weren’t very hungry and decided to skip dinner but Enzo insisted on us getting something to eat so we settled on a little takeaway not far from the club. We all had loaded fries and tacos. The perfect meal to keep hunger at bay without over indulging. It was good too and now I’m ready to drink.
A waiter comes over to take our orders but Enzo mumbles something to him, he nods and walks off.
A few minutes later he’s back with a bottle of champagne and four clean glasses. We each have a glass in our hands and Tony toasts to my good health and many more happy years. Evie toasts to my sexy ass and to getting laid tonight.
That won’t be happening with our chaperones around.
Enzo toasts to my good health and making beautiful memories.
I polish off my first glass and Evie pours me another.
The club is getting a little more crowded now.
It’s after eleven and the dinner tables have been cleared out, leaving only the cocktail tables spread around and the booths along the parameter against the walls.
Enzo and Tony prove to be good company. I feel happy and at ease but my bladder feels like it’s about to burst.
“I need to use the restroom!” I try to shout over the music.
“I’ll come with you.”
We leave the guys at our booth and join the long line to the restrooms.
“Okay, spill it!”
“What?”
“You heard me. You and Mr. Caveman… what gives?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Fuck I know exactly what she’s talking about. Why won’t this line move faster? This is not a conversation I want to have now.
“The fuck you don’t. That man is all kinds of hot for you. And judging by the hunger in his greedy green eyes, I’d say he’s already had a taste. So, give it to me straight. Did you give him the cookie?”
“Evie! I refuse to discuss this with you in the restroom line… in a club!”
“Hah, so you did?”
“I did no such thing.”
“Then explain the kitchen scene to me. He held you like you were gold. The man couldn’t take his eyes off your mouth and while talking to me he never took his eyes of you.
Then in the foyer. He damn near came in his pants when he saw you in this dress, although I don’t blame him for that. I almost came too.”
“You’re disgusting.” I smack her lightly on the shoulder.
“And you’re deflecting. After his almost premature ejaculation, Enzo almost had a heart attack when he found out we were coming here.
Not to mention the fact that he said it was Tony’s idea to escort us out.
We both know that’s bullshit. Tony knew nothing about that.
I’m willing to bet my life that he realized exactly what he’s got under his roof when he saw you looking all fine as fuck.
Then he thought about you dancing with other guys here and them feeling you up. ”
I raise a menacing brow at her.
“Tell me I’m wrong Ellie.”
“You’re wrong Evie!”
“Fuck off! I’m not letting this slide. Enjoy your birthday today. But come tomorrow you’re going to sing like a canary.”
“You’re incorrigible, you know that?”
“I do, and that’s why you love me.”
After what seems like forever, we make our way back to our booth. The waiter is just approaching when we settle down in our seats. The music is still loud and the alcohol in my system has me swaying to the beat.
Every now and then I catch a glimpse of Enzo staring at me. Most times I can feel his gaze burning through my skin trying to reach my very core.
“Can I get you anything else to drink?”
“Another bottle of champagne please.” Enzo instructs in his oh so take-charge manner.
“Ladies?” He glances towards Evie and I sitting opposite them.
“Shirley temple for me.” Evie says.
“Cosmopolitan for me please.”
The waiter nods and leaves us.
“You were gone for a while there. I almost had a mind of coming over to look for you.”
Enzo tries to throw his voice across the table over the blaring sound of Give it to me by Matt Sassari. It’s the full vocal mix.
“I’m sorry, the line was really long.” I smile apologetically.
Our drinks arrive and the first sip feels almost sinful. The alcohol fills my veins, heating my blood. I’m done in almost no time. As fast as I polished off that drink, I’ve got nothing on Evie, her glass long since drained of its contents.
“I want to dance.”
I shout over the music. I’m not much of a dancer but tonight I’m feeling brave and bold. Maybe it’s the alcohol, maybe it’s the sexy outfit, or maybe it’s the hot Italian daddy staring at me.
Whatever the reason, it’s making me daring tonight and I want to enjoy myself and take full advantage before my nerves set in and I change my mind.
“I thought you’d never ask.” Evie jumps up, quick as a bolt and joins me in front of our booth.
“You are not dancing out there alone.”
“Would you and Tony like to join us?” I ask, matter of fact.
“I don’t dance.” His reply although stern, is not surprising.
He doesn’t look like the type to dance. This is a man who knows how to fuck…
hard. This is a man who knows his way around a woman’s body.
Every nerve ending, every sensitive spot?
Yeah, he’ll find it. This is a man that can whisper the filthiest things in my ear and make me come with just a touch. But dancing? No, I don’t see it.
“I guess we’re dancing alone then.”
“Elena!”
“Lorenzo!” I hold his glare daring him to change his mind, to explore this adventure with me. He sighs and I know the moments gone.
“Oh, for fuck sake! You two!”
Evie drags me by the hand on to the dance floor as all around the world starts to play.
Damn this DJ is giving me all the feels.
My body feels heated, my head a little fuzzy as I sway to the beat of the music.
The cosmo seems to be doing its thing. Evie and I dance in the crowd, the song changes again to The Motto by Ava Max.
The music isn’t what I was expecting, its lovely.
I expected rave and heavy metal but this, this I can vibe with.
I’m facing Evie as I start to drop down with the beat, bringing myself back up slowly, seductively, my hands drifting from my thighs up my body passed my breasts, going to the back of my neck and into my hair.
My hands are in my hair on the top of my head while I sway my hips from side to side.
The tempo of the music, the sweet intoxication of the alcohol seducing me, I’m no dancer but I imagine I would be able to audition at a gentleman’s club with the way I’m feeling myself up.
Warm hands snake around me from behind and rest on my flat stomach.
The touch makes me pause but only for a second.
I look at Evie and she glances at the owner of the hands behind me then back at me.
She mouths the word “hottie” at me and winks.
Turning, while still in the circle of his arms, towards my new dance partner, I’m incredibly pleased.
Striking blue eyes look down at me. He looks young, twenty-nine maybe.
We move together feeling the music in our bones. Hotties hands go down to my ass, pulling me in close. My breasts pressed up against his chest. I run my hands up his chest feeling the hard defined muscle under the thin fabric of his shirt. Travelling further up I circle my arms around his neck.
We’re still moving together, his hips matching the to and fro of my own and I turn again. My back flat against his chest. My arms still above my head and around his neck as I sway against him. My ass brushing against the crotch of his jeans with every sway.
His head dips to my neck and I angle my head giving him access. He nips my shoulder, then my earlobe. His hot breath fanning my neck, all the while his hands are roaming around my body.
“You’re the most beautiful woman here. You’re not just beautiful. You’re hot as fuck.”
I tilt my head to look up at him.
“Thank you.” My voice nothing more than a hoarse whisper.
“I want you.”
“Mmhmm is all I manage. My head feels heavy, my body swaying a little too much. My skin is on fire. Every nerve end charged with electricity.
“Come home with me?”
“That won’t be happening.”
I open my eyes to see Enzo standing in front of us. He’s not looking at me though. No. His eyes are fixed on hottie.
“Excuse me?” Aww hottie is offended.
“You heard me. You’re not taking my girlfriend anywhere with you.”
Girlfriend? Am I missing something here? When did we do this upgrade?
The cold engulfs me almost immediately as hottie steps away and I lose his body heat.
“Look man, I didn’t know she was your girl.”
He puts his hands up in surrender and walks away.
“Elena!” Oh God not this again.
“Lorenzo!” I counter.
“Elena! So, help me…”
“So, help you what? What Enzo? Why are you here? Are you just hanging around to be the all-mighty buzz kill?”
“Buzz-kill? You two were practically having sex on the dance floor, and he wanted to take you home. Were you really considering leaving with that man?”
He looks shocked, upset and a little hurt? Why would he feel hurt. We’re nothing. We both agreed. I know what it must have looked like, it was in fact exactly what it looked like. I let him feel me up and I returned the favor. Do I regret it? No. I felt sexy and liberated.
I enjoyed the attention and I’ll be damned if this man makes me feel bad for it. Would I have went home with him? No. I knew I was safe with Evie, Tony and Enzo here, I felt perfectly at ease which is what emboldened me further.
“No. I just wanted to dance, to have fun and let loose. I just wanted to feel… to feel...”
“To feel what?”