Page 19 of Beautiful Desire

“Thanks for coming,” he says, pulling my attention back to him.

“So, this is the reason you wanted to meet here tonight. I thought it was unusual for us to discuss our business here.”

He doesn’t reply, just simply nods his head as I take a seat and a glass of scotch appears in front of me.

The music in the club changes to a slower, sensual beat. Fabi can barely pull his focus away for more than two seconds, and soon I find myself struggling to concentrate on anything other than Elle. Gia leans in toward her before looking up at him and pointing to a corridor.

Without saying a word, Marco starts moving in her direction. I watch as he follows her down the hallway I now see marked as bathrooms.

Elle hasn’t moved from where Gia left, too lost in the music. I sit watching, remembering how her silky-smooth hair felt as I brushed my fingers through it that night we shared together. How her body felt writhing beneath me as she moaned in pleasure while I made her come on my tongue and my cock.

Shit.

I don’t need to be getting a fucking hard-on in the middle of a nightclub. It doesn’t last long when I see some sleazeball come up behind Elle, putting his hands on her waist. My hands automatically form into fists as anger surges through my veins.

Who the fuck is this prick?

Expecting Elle to turn around and tell the guy to fuck off, I’m surprised when instead she carries on dancing, almost like she’s enjoying it.

What the hell is she doing?

Lifting the glass of scotch, I down it in one mouthful. The burn of the alcohol travels down my throat before settling in my gut and adding to the fire that’s been ignited inside me seeing another man with his hands all over her.

Watching on, I see Elle’s ass grind back against the guy’s dick, and I snap. I stand from my chair, and it flies backward. Fabi reaches his hand out and grabs hold of my arm before I can make a move to tell that asshole to take his fucking hands off her.

“Sit. I’ll deal with it.”

My breathing is ragged, my jaw tics in anger, and my pulse races as I clench my fists. Reaching behind me, I pull the chair back to its original spot and sit down as Luigi makes his way over toward Elle and that fucking dickhead on the dancefloor.

Approaching the guy from behind, Luigi grabs his shirt and drags him away. Elle’s eyes shoot open as she spins around to see what’s happening. When she spots Luigi, I see her lips thin and nostrils flare as anger takes over her face. Before she can move to chase after him, Gia returns, confused about what’s going on. Fabi and I watch on as the two girls talk in the middle of the dance floor.

Gia’s head slowly turns in our direction, her eyes falling straight on Fabi. He inches his head back in a slight nod, never dropping eye contact. A smile starts to form on Gia’s face as she looks right at me and chuckles to herself. Elle follows the direction of Gia’s attention, and from the look on her face, she isnothappy.

A cunning smirk spreads across my face as I watch Elle storming her way toward the private area where we are seated.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing, asshole?” Rage radiates from her entire body, her chest rapidly rising and falling, drawing my attention to the crest of her perfect breasts.

“Me?” I fake innocence. “What did I do?”

“You expect me to believe it was Fabi who sent that guy away?”

I stand from my chair, calmly this time. “Luigi doesn’t work for me, angel. But in my eyes, he did you a favor.”

“Excuse me?” she shouts.

I watch her eyes bulge when they flicker back and forth between mine. Slowly leaning in, I move my mouth toward her ear. I can almost feel her body vibrating, but it’s hard to tell if it’s from the anger radiating through her or from the electricity running between our bodies when we’re together.

“Everyone around us is watching, Elle. Do you want me to show them right here, right now, the kind of man you really want? Or would you rather we do that in private?” Taking a step back, I look her right in the eye.

Her jaw falls slack at my words. My heart pounds loudly in my ears and my hands form fists, preventing me from touching her. We stand lost in the heat of the moment, neither of us saying a word.

Surprisingly, she doesn’t reply, but turns to make her way back to the dance floor. Before she can move too far away, I reach out and catch her wrist, pulling her back toward me.

“Don’t make that a habit for me, Elle.”

“Leave. Me. The. Hell. Alone,” she seethes.

I watch as she and Gia return to the dance floor, rage still evident in her body language.

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