Page 51 of At My Worst

I walk up to the front doors and grab the doorknob, taking a deep breath.

Here goes fucking nothing.

22

Alexander

“Love Me”by Ex Habit

The bar has been busy, with person after person wanting more drinks. Good for business, but fuck, I need just one moment of no one at the bar. I lean over and set the drink in front of the man. He smiles, nods, turns, and goes back through the crowd. I turn around and place my hands on the counter, taking a deep breath.

“Sir, vodka soda, please,” I hear Bianca say.

I turn my head and lock eyes with her. She is leaning against the counter wearing one of my t-shirts. Fuck, she looks good in my clothes.

I nod and grab the vodka and a glass. I quickly make her drink and head over to her. I lean over, connecting my lips to hers.

I pull back and study her eyes. She has been crying. “What’s wrong?” I ask softly.

She shakes her head. “Not now. I just want to have fun,” she says as she takes a few big gulps of her drink.

I tilt my head as she smiles and drinks the rest. She pushes off the counter and starts walking through the crowd. I keep my eyes on her as she turns and locks eyes with me. She lifts her hands in the air and starts to sway her hips to the music.

Fuck me.

I shake my head at her, causing her to smile as she continues to dance. I quickly scan the room around her. There are plenty of men looking at her right now. Looking doesn’t bother me. They can look all they want at what I have. It is the touching. The touching, now, that will cause problems. I promised her I would break their fingers, and that is a promise I will fucking keep.

I see a man walking toward her, coming up behind her. He grabs her hips and begins to sway. Bianca keeps her eyes on me, testing me and daring me.

I know what she is doing. She isn’t Brittany. She isn’t trying to make me jealous. She wants me to be jealous to show I care. I remember what she told me when she confessed she felt undesired by her husband. She needs me to show her that I desire her, that I will mark what is mine.

Ask, and she shall fucking receive.

I stalk around the bar and through the crowd, stopping in front of her. I grab her by the throat and pull her against me. She grabs my hips as the man behind her lets her go.

I look at the man. He stands still as I shake my head, fucking test me, dude.

“Don’t even think about it, dude,” I warn him.

His eyes stay on me. He turns and walks away, smart guy. It’s the smartest thing he has done so far. I am a little disappointed, but I don’t want to go to jail tonight. It would have been fun breaking his fingers, and then others would know what happens when they touch what belongs to me.

I lean down and place my lips against her ear. “Bad girl,” I warn.

“Ever wanted to fuck a stranger in a bathroom?” She asks in a low, dark, desired voice.

My cock instantly hardens and pushes against my jeans as I pull back and look over her face, then her eyes.

A smile forms across my face.

“New Fantasy?” I ask curiously.

She smiles. I release my hold on her throat and grab her hand, moving through the crowd towards the public bathrooms. I thought I knew all of her fansties when it came to sex, but I guess my bad little girl was keeping one from me. If she wants me to fuck her in a public bathroom, fine. I will because I fucking desire her, and I will show her that for the rest of our fucking lives.

I push open the door and walk inside. Releasing her hand, I quickly turn around as the door shuts behind her. I rush into her, pushing her against the door. I grab her by the throat, forcing her to look at me.

“What do you think you were doing?” I ask her. Her eyes staring straight into mine.

“Jealous?” She asks.

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