Page 11 of Don't Fall in Love

She moans into my mouth as I press my body into hers, pinning her against the wall. Coaxing her lips open, I tangle my tongue with hers, tasting the rum and strawberry from the daiquiri she’s had tonight. Knowing she’s had too much to drink doesn’t stop my body from coming alive—after all, I’ve craved her for months—but I won’t go any further than this kiss.

Just this one kiss.

I don’t take advantage of drunk women.

Pulling away from her, she blinks up at me in confusion, a frown marring her beautiful features. As I untangle my hands from her hair, I take a step back in an attempt to compose myself. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.”

Her hand comes up and connects with my face, catching me off guard. My head turns to the right with the force of her slap and the skin of my cheek stings from the contact. My eyes widen a fraction and my jaw goes slack as what she’s just done sinks in.

I can’t believe she just slapped me.

“How dare you!” she exclaims with venom in her voice.

Even though I know I deserve all of her wrath, it doesn’t stop me from going on the defensive.Anything to protect myself.

My hand goes to my face and rubs my cheek to ease the sting from her palm. “You weren’t exactly pushing me away, sweetheart.” As my gaze flits up and down her body, a smirk graces my lips.

“Stay away from me, Sebastian. If you don’t want me in your club, just say so. But don’t accost me.”

Her anger is warranted. I crossed a line. There’s no two ways about it, but I can’t think straight when I’m in her vicinity. Her eyes are burning into me, her anger and pain rightfully directed at me and if looks could kill, I’d be dead on the spot.

With a sigh of annoyance, I say, “I’m sorry.” I hold my hands up in surrender as I back away towards the door. “I shouldn’t have done that, not after... everything. You can come here as often as you like, and I promise to stay away from you. Take as long as you need in here.”

I return to my office and as I take a seat behind my desk, my hand instinctively goes to the mouse sitting next to my laptop. I’m not sure how it happens, but the next thing I know, my screen is filled with images from the CCTV cameras again. She hasn’t left the room, and I watch as she looks around. At the bar, she pulls out a bottle of something I can’t quite make out—I’m guessing tequila based on the shape—before taking a deep drink straight from it.

She leaves the bottle on the top of the bar and exits the room, looking as composed as ever as she walks back to the dance floor. It doesn’t take her long to find the guy she came in with, or for them to get back to dancing and laughing.

I’m forgotten as if nothing happened.

As if I mean nothing.

Fuck this.

Phone in hand, I scroll through my contacts and dial the least problematic of the women listed. I don’t understand why I can’t seem to control myself around her but I know I need to occupy my thoughts with something else. Something like another woman.

This time I won’t picture Alex when I’m balls deep.

Or at least I’ll try not to.

FOUR

Alex

How dare he kiss me after everything? I thought after I’d made my feelings towards him clear, he’d leave me alone, but of course that’s too much to ask.

I’ve had such a good night, aside from my run in with Sebastian—which has left me turned on, angry and confused. It’s four in the morning; Savannah, Sutton and Noah left long ago and Ben and I are finally ready to go home. We’re some of the last ones here, and if nothing else, that’s a sign of a good night.

Ben has been a constant by my side all evening. He bought me more drinks when I came back from speaking with Sebastian and made sure I smiled for the rest of the evening because my mind was back in that room. It’s like he could sense that something wasn’t quite right.

As much as I tell myself that I didn’t believe Sebastian when he said he couldn’t stay away from me, something is niggling in the back of my mind. Despite my attempts to ignore it, it just grows as the night goes on and the same question I asked myself when he’d left me in that room, plagues me.

What did he mean when he said he couldn’t stay away from me?

Walking toward the exit, I lean my head on Ben’s shoulder as he snakes an arm around my waist. “Can you carry me home?” I ask, tilting my chin up to him.

His fingers flex on my hip as he tips his head back letting out a loud laugh that draws the attention of the nearby staff. “If that is what you want, I can.”

“You’re such a Prince Charming,” I sigh dreamily.

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