Page 58 of Dance for Me

All or Nothing

Vanessa stood outside Jack’s penthouse door, in the same cocktail dress she wore last night, hair disheveled, and heart in pieces. She was hoping that he was still sleeping. And hoping that he was sleeping alone. It was still early, and she left before Doug woke up. She was going to sneak in, grab her things, and sneak out. There was no way in hell that she was going to stay there after last night.

Maybe she took it a little far, but he crossed the line. If he was trying to make her jealous, he succeeded, but he ended up crushing her in the process. As soon as she saw Jack kiss Trixie, he completely ruined her.

She took a deep breath, shoes dangling from the straps in her hand, and walked inside.

“Shit,” she said to herself as soon as she saw Jack sitting there. One arm was sprawled out on the back of the couch, the other with a whiskey in hand. It was six in the morning and he was drinking? It looked like he never went to bed. He had dark circles under his eyes, hair was out of place, his shirt was unbuttoned at the top and it was pulled out of his dress pants. His tie was loosened, and his suit jacket was thrown on the couch next to him. Of course, even with no sleep, he still looked just as gorgeous. The morning sunrise light casted in the windows, reflecting off his handsome face and making his eyes sparkle. Her fascination of him was soon to be cut off.

“So, did you fuck him?”

“Excuse me?”

He leaned forward, elbows on his knees. “Answer the question, Vanessa. Did. You. Fuck. Him?”

“Screw you Jack!” She yelled at him and trucked off toward the bedroom to collect her things. She didn’t make it because he was up and to her in a matter of seconds.

He took hold of her wrist and yanked her up against his chest, drink still in his other hand. “Jack… get your hand off of me.”

“Answer the question, Vanessa!” He spat back. The vein on the side of his temple was pulsating.

“I don’t have to answer shit! And what do you care? You were too busy with Trixie’s tongue down your fucking throat!” She yanked free and finally made it to the bedroom.

“And you were practically fucking Doug on the dancefloor, or did you forget?”

Vanessa grabbed her clothes angrily out of the drawers and threw them on the bed then turned to face him, hands on her hips. “Why are you acting like it bothers you? You’re the one who didn’t want anything between us! AGAIN!” She pointed at him. “You’re the one who said that the other night was a one-time thing! You’re the one who clearly prefers Trixie over me! Therefore, I can fuck whoever I want to!”

Jack threw his glass and it hit the wall in pieces. She really wondered if he played baseball in his past life. Even though she jumped, she wasn’t scared of him.

He stalked over to her and grabbed her upper arms. He walked back with her until her back was against the wall and she was trapped with his massive body. Her heart sped up faster. He wasn’t hurting her by any means, but didn’t give her any chance of escaping him.

“Jack, let me go.”

“No,” he shook his head, looking at her lips and she couldn’t help but bite her bottom one. “It has always been you, babe.” His hot breath was on her face.

“What…” she whispered.

“It’s always been you. No one else. I don’t want Trixie. Fuck, I don’t want anyone.” Her heart was in her throat. “Why do you think I took you off the dancefloor at Pink Lace? Yes, I wanted to use your talent, but I couldn’t bear the thought of other men watching you. I wanted to rip out every man’s eyes that looked at you up on that stage. I wanted to break Doug’s arms for touching you last night because you are mine, Vanessa. Do you understand that? Mine.”

She couldn’t breathe and she blurted out, “I didn’t sleep with him.” That was all she could say as he still held her against the wall. His tense state eased up and he looked relieved. He kept his hard cock pressed to her waist and despite his anger, he was clearly ready for her.

“No?” He quietly asked, while running his eyes all over her.

“No,” she shook her head.” Did you sleep with Trixie?” Her heart hammered because if he said yes, it would destroy her.

“No babe, I didn’t sleep with her.”

“Do you want me Jack?”

“I will always want you and I’m giving up on trying to stop it.”

He crashed his lips to hers and she moaned on impact. He grabbed her behind the head and pushed her further into his mouth. It wasn’t like last time, this time it was rough, violent, needy. His tongue crashed in and out, finding hers. Both of his hands roamed, feeling all over her body, leaving a trail of fire everywhere he went. He squeezed her hips while still kissing her like he never kissed her before. Claiming her as his and no one else’s.

He pulled away, only enough to place his forehead to hers. Both their breathing was heavy. “You’re fucking stunning in this dress. Seeing you in it all night was complete torture.”

He started kissing her neck and Vanessa let out another moan. “Seeing his hands all over you.” His hand rubbed up and found her breast. “That was torture. No one and I mean no one, will ever touch you again.”

Vanessa opened her closed eyes to meet his. “What are you saying?”

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