Dancing with Scarlette was incredible. I'm glad that she came to my party. I wanted her to feel less stressed and be carefree because at the skate park she seemed stressed out. Scarlette pulled me out the dance floor. We went back to the bar. "Four more of those specials please," Scarlette said to the bartender, smiling.
The bartender nodded and started making the drinks. I turned to look at Scarlette she was looking at the people on the dance floor, with a smile on her face. "It seems like you're having fun tonight," I said to Scarlette. She turned her head towards me. "Yeah, thank you for inviting me," she said, with a bright smile on her face. It was the same smile she used to have when we were kids.
Before I could answer, Tomus came up to us. "I have to leave so you think you could keep an eye on her? he asked me. He turned to look at Scarlette with worried eyes. I know how much he cares for her. He wants her to be safe. Tomus is afraid to leave her alone since her boyfriend isn't around right now. "Don't worry I'll take care of her, she'll be fine," I said.
Tomus sighed trying to relax. "Okay, bye Scarlette," Tomus said, and then kissed her cheek. "Bye Tomus," Scarlette said, waving at him. I grabbed her hand and led her back on the door floor. We both started dancing. I spun her around a few times. We were laughing as we were dancing. A slow song started playing. Everyone got on the dance floor with partners.
I stared at Scarlette in her eyes. I pulled her by her waist. We were so close to each other. She put one hand on my shoulder and her other in my hand that wasn't on her waist. We started swaying to the music. It was a nice feeling. She had her head on my chest for a moment. I spun her around and pulled her close to me, and then I dipped her. We stared into each other's eyes. I felt my heart racing. I wasn't sure if it was because of this moment or all that dancing.
I lifted Scarlette up after that someone came up to me. I recognized the person as one of my coworkers. "Hey," he said to me. "Hello," Scarlette said, with her hand out. "Hi nice to meet you I'm Noah, and might I say you look beautiful," Noah said, shaking Scarlette's hand. "Thank you, I'm Scarlette. I'll go so guys can talk, it was nice meeting you Noah," she said, walking to the other side of the dance floor.
Noah and I started talking. I kept making sure Scarlette was still visible for me to see her to see if she's okay. I saw her talking to some people. I was less worried now and paid attention to what Noah was saying. After about ten to fifteen minutes we stopped talking. I looked to see if Scarlette was still on the other side of the dance floor. She was so I looked through the entire dance floor to find her, but she wasn't there. I went to the bar to see if she was there.
She was there with her heels off her feet. I went up to her to see five empty glasses in front of her and on in her hand. "You had enough," I said, taking the drink out of her hand, and then drinking the drink. I put the glass down on the counter. "Can you put her things in my room?" I asked one of the servants, handing him her jacket, phone, and heels. I stared at Scarlette. "Stay put," I said to her. "You're not the fucking boss of me," she said with an attitude.
"You're in my house so you're going to have to listen to me or else," I said, staring deep into her eyes. She sighed, annoyed crossing her legs. I turned around and walked away from her. "Asshole," I heard her say. She must really have a bad attitude problem when she's drunk I thought to myself. "The party is over, I hope you guys enjoyed it, have a good night," I said, opening the front door.
Everyone waved at me when they all left. I shut the door when the last person walked out the door. I saw the maids and servants cleaning up. I went up to Scarlette and she sat up from where she was sitting. "Come on," I said walking towards the stairs, she followed behind me. I held my hand out for her because she was stumbling, but she slapped my hand away. "I don't need your help okay," she said with a cold attitude.
We were in front of the door of my room. I opened the door and sat on my bed. Scarlette shut the door. She looked around the room with wide eyes. I think it was because of how huge it was. She sat in a chair that was on the other side of the room. I went to my bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. I turned the faucet on and splashed water on my face.
I go back to my room. My eyes went wide when I saw Scarlette taking off her dress. "What the fuck are you doing?!? I yelled. "I'm not doing anything wrong. The dress is a bit tight so I need it off, stop freaking out," she said, with her hands on her waist, rolling her eyes at me. I stared at her body. She has a beautiful body figure. The lingerie she had on was black and lace.
The way her bra held her boobs perfectly. It was turning me on. This is bad I thought. I shouldn't be thinking of her like this. She has a boyfriend and my brother would be pissed that I'm thinking about her this way. I got out of my thoughts, and then unbuttoned my shirt and went towards Scarlette. "Put this shirt on," I said, trying to only look at her eyes.
"Why should I?" she asked, annoyed. "I don't feel comfortable with you in my room only in lingerie," I said. She came towards me putting her arms around my neck. "Am I making you uncomfortable?" she asked seductively in the crook of my neck. At that moment I just wanted to throw her on the bed and fuck her, but I can't.
I took her arms off of me. "Yes you're making me uncomfortable now please put on the shirt," I said, taking a deep breath. "I don't want to though," Scarlett said, crossing her arms. I grabbed her hand and put the shirt in her hand. She dropped the shirt on the floor. I bent down to pick it, but before I could touch Scarlette stepped on it.
I looked up at her. Why is she being so damn stubborn about wearing a shirt I thought. "I'm not going to put on the shirt, okay so stop trying," she said, and then she went towards the bathroom. I sighed frustratedly because of this damn girl. Scarlette came out of the bathroom. I grabbed her by her arm. She swings her fist at me. She hit the corner of my mouth. It was bleeding, she had a powerful punch I thought.
"I already fucking told you that I'm not wearing that damn shirt," she said, shoving me. I got closer to her, and then she punched me again, but this time it was my eye. I had enough because I was seriously about to lose it. I grabbed her wrists tightly and pinned her to the wall. "Just put the shirt on before I fucking do something you'll hate me for," I said, my voice low and with my jaw clenched.
I looked at her cleavage rising up and down, and then growled lowly. I looked up at her, licking my lower lip. I let go of her wrists and grabbed the shirt. I handed her the shirt. She put the shirt on, but she didn't button it up because she was rubbing her wrist. So I button up the shirt for her except the top two buttons.I sighed in relief. Scarlette got on the bed and covered herself with a blanket laying down.
"Are you okay?" I asked, sitting next to her. "Yeah, I'm just tired," she said, with some tears rolling down her face. She turned her back towards me. I wanted to know why she lied about being okay, and what was the reason why she was crying. I won't ask her though because it's her business and not mine so I'll leave her be. I turned off the lights and drifted to sleep.