Page 6 of Not So Casual

Pulling out some cash, I pay the bouncer the twenty-dollar fee to get in and sprint inside, trying to find Elias. Scanning the room, I keep telling myself I’m only here to make sure he’s okay and nothing else, but the minute I spot him, I know it’s a damn lie.

Slowing to a stop, I take in the scene in front of me. Elias is in skintight shorts and a fishnet pink top, grinding on a bearded man. The bearded man has his hands on Elias’ waist, while Elias has his head thrown back against the man’s chest, swaying to the music. In front of him, there’s another man grinding his front while gliding his hands up and down Elias’ chest.

Anger boils in my veins and my breathing becomes labored at the thought of anyone having their hands on him. I’m about to walk away when Elias lifts his head and locks his eyes with mine. His eyes widen for a second before a smirk crosses his face.

Licking his lips, he winks at me before grabbing the man’s hand who’s behind him and dragging it in the direction of his cock.

Fuck no.

Absolutely not.

Striding over, I’m standing in front of him in just a few seconds. Reaching out, I grab a hold of his wrist and pull him away from the other men.

“Wha--what the fuck are you doing?” he hisses, his eyes brimming with anger.

“You want to act like a brat? You’re going to get treated like a brat.”

“Baby, you know this man?” the guy behind him goes to say, but I cut him off with my hand in his face.

“You can go now.”

“Excuse me? Who the fuck—?”

“It’s okay, you can go,” Elias tells him, his eyes never leaving mine. In my peripheral vision, I see both men leave, taking off into the crowd.

“Time for you to go home.”

“Says who?” Elias crosses his arms over his chest, glaring at me.

Music blares in my ears, so I lean down so he can hear me better. “Don’t fucking mess with me, Elias. Get your ass home. Now.”

“Uh, I think not. You’re only the boss of me when we’re at the office.”

He pushes at my shoulder and tries to walk around me, but I move quickly, blocking his path.

“You’re going home,” I force out through gritted teeth.

“Or what? You’re going to spank me?”

Fuck. “Someone needs to,” I say under my breath, but from the way his breath hitches, I’m sure he heard me.

Crossing his arms over his chest, his eyes turn even more heated, and luckily, he can’t shoot fire out of them or else I would be incinerated right now.

“Come on, let’s go.”

“Fuck that, I’m fine. Goodbye.”

He turns around and starts to walk away from me, so I grip his wrist and turn him back around. Before he can protest, I lift him up and over my shoulder, his loud yelp hitting my ears.

“What are you doing? Let me down!” His fists hit my lower back, him trying to punch me. I’m about six-one, and he’s close to three inches shorter than me, but he’s still fucking heavy. Hoping I don’t throw out my damn back, I start walking through the club.

“No, Elias. I’m taking you home.”

Turning my head, I come face to face with his perfect perky peach ass and I have to stifle the moan that wants to slip free. Walking through the crowd, I pass by Melanie, giving her a quick, ‘I’m getting him home’ and her giving me a thumbs up in return.

“Really Melanie?” Elias screeches, but slumps against me when he realizes she isn’t going to help him. “Fine. Take me home.”

Stepping out into the cool, crisp air, we get a few strange looks because I’m still carrying him on my shoulder. Striding over, I reach down to open the car door, dropping him to his feet. I push him into the passenger seat, making sure he’s buckled in. Keeping my eye on him, I shut the door and make my way to the driver’s side, sliding into my seat and starting the car.

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