As I start dancing, my eyes roam through the club searching for someone to dance with. Then my eyes fall on someone. I don't know if the alcohol is making me exaggerate but he's absolutely the hottest guy I have ever seen in my life. He has this appearance that can make him stand out in the crowd. This man is good looking enough to have walked straight out of a fashion magazine. He's undoubtfully the one I'm dancing with tonight. I don't care with the fact that a woman with a heavy makeup, who's wearing the tightest, shortest gown I have ever seen, is trying to claim that he's hers. He's mine tonight.
I make my way over to them and prop myself between the two of them. "He's mine." I garble giving the girl a look that says she should disappear. I guess the alcohol is really giving me so much confidence tonight.
The heavy makeup girl glares at me and if looks could kill, I would be six feet under already.
Luckily for me, the guy doesn't deny me or push me away and he just stares at me with a grin on his face. The heavy makeup girl gives me a murdering look before she walks away.
"Well, I could say you saved me from her." The hot guy says to me with a grin on his face.
"I'm glad I did." I say softly.
A calmer jam comes on and suddenly someone pushes me from behind and I yelp before landing in his arms.
"Oh, easy there, sexy." The guy smiles. He pulls me close wrapping his hands around my waist. He slowly starts moving my body with his to the music. I stare at him and see him smiling down at me and I try to ignore the tingling awareness rushing through my body at his touch. I gulp hard before I slowly start trailing my hand from his chest to the back of his neck.
"You know, if you sign up for modelling, you will definitely hit it." I assure him with a flirty grin on my face as I wrap my hands around his neck. Seriously, I think my confidence is coming from the vodka that I drank.
"Oh? Are you saying that I'm hot?" He asks with a smile as he lowers his head touching my forehead with his gently. His long thick curly burgundy hair touches my forehead gently and I lift my eyeballs to stare at it. His hair is like that of a K-pop star, it looks so beautiful and full. he must really take good care of it.
"Are you really asking?" I give him a knowing look. He can't really be asking me that, right?
"It's an honor to get a compliment from a sexy woman like you." He grins.
I laugh lightly throwing my head back "Oh please, don't tell me I'm the first woman to tell you that." I say giving him a disbelieving look.
He shrugs his shoulders, "Well you're not the first woman but you're the first breathtaking woman to tell me that."
I shake my head at him. Oh men, always sweet mouthed.
"So...why are you here tonight?" I ask him. Okay, that was a weird question, what other reason could people have when coming to clubs other than dancing with random people and making out?
He pauses for a moment as if taken aback by the question. "Well, just here to chill like everybody else."
"Is this like um, like your hobby?"
He chuckles and my eyes travel to his very white set of teeth before his lips curl into a smile. "Not exactly but I love clubbing though. What about you, why are you here?"
"To distract myself." I answer truthfully before I look up to stare at his beautiful blue-green eyes. He stares at me intently and I gulp down a huge lump of saliva I didn't even know I was holding. It's as if he's staring right into my soul. His stare alone is enough to distract me from everything I'm feeling, and I swear, I can get lost in his eyes if he keeps staring at me like that.
"To distract yourself from what?" He asks still staring intently at me.
"To distract myself from all... from everything because I know it will not be easy to forget. Can you distract me, please?" I ask with tears already clouding in my eyes. I swear I don't even know what I am asking from him, but I just can't hold back my tears anymore. Everything reminds me of the one person that hurt me and that hurts the more. Just like this man standing in front of me, Max had also held me in his arms and told me that I was the only breathtaking woman he had ever seen in his life. Just as I am about to allow myself think about the one person I am here to forget, he lifts my chin up and presses his lips against mine. As his lips touches mine, I feel his sharp intake of breath. His lips are warm and soft and his mouth tastes bitter and sweet with a touch of peach, he must have taken alcohol before now.
His warm tongue runs along mine and I suddenly feel a cold metal on the corner of his lips. What is that? A lip ring? One of his hands move to my face and he cups my cheek before his other hand pulls me closer to his chest by my waist. God, I have never been kissed like this before, it feels so good. He moves his hand from my cheek down to my hips and pulls away.
"Hmm." I whimper at the loss of contact as I wonder why he stopped. Just as I'm about to protest, he moves his lips to my neck. I can feel every movement his tongue makes, and the feeling is so good. He moves his hand into my blonde hair and continues trailing kisses down my neck. He gently bit my collarbone and sucks on it, and I can't help but moan at the incredible feeling it sends through my body. Oh God, if he keeps doing that, he's going to drive me to the verge of insanity with his lips and tongue. I can feel his hard chest with my hands and trust me, modelling is not the only thing he can do with this body, he could do a lot more.
He slowly stops kissing my neck and lets out a breath with his hands still on my waist. He grins at me, "Did I distract you?" he asks with his deep husky voice as he stares at me with his alluring blue-green eyes.
"Not yet." I reply almost breathlessly. This man sparked up different excitement that I don't even know exists in me in just a few minutes. I know for sure that I am going to do something very crazy that I have never done in the twenty-three years of my life tonight but I don't care. I have wasted all my time loving and trying to satisfy one person that did not deserve it but not tonight. For once, I am going to be a little incautious.
Without any more word, he grabs my hand and leads me out of the club. Then, a man and I think he should be a valet, runs over to us.
"Are you ready to leave now sir?" The man asks him.
"Yes." He nods his head and I watch the man leave with a puzzled expression.
I turn to him and he's now standing with his hands in his pockets. I take a closer look at him and that's when the lip ring that I felt earlier became clearly visible.
"You have a lip ring." I point out.
He moves his hand over to his lip and plays with the silver lip ring before he smiles at me. "You just noticed?"
"I felt it when we um... when we kissed."
"Not kissed, when we made out." He corrects me with a wide grin on his face.
"Whichever." I look away as I blush hard.
"I got this lip ring when I was 16." he says, and I turn to him. When he was 16? How old would he be now? He looks like he could be in his mid twenties.
"Did it hurt?" I ask him and fix my eyes on his lips.
He shakes his head, "Not immediately though but it didn't hurt much."
I nod my head and smile lightly. "It looks good on you and sexy."
He smiles, "Oh does it?"
I shake my head, "Of course it does. You um... You haven't told me your name yet."
He dips his hands into his pockets, "It's Niklaus, Niklaus McDonalds."
He is not only hot and handsome but also has a sexy name, Niklaus.
"Niklaus...You've got a nice name."
He grins, "What's your name?"
"Camille, Camille Cooper."
"That's a really sexy name, Camille."
I bit my lower lips, "Thanks."
Just as he's about to say something, a black Bugatti car pulls up in front of us and I turn to it in confusion.
The valet who came to us few minutes ago, steps out of the car and walks close to us.
"Here is your car key, Sir." He says as he stretches out the car key to Niklaus. Wait, he owns this car? This is the latest model of Bugatti!! is this really his? My eyes are about to pull out from its socket as I stare at the car in surprise. What would such an affluent person be doing in a common club? BESTCLUB is quite a good club for middle class people like me and not for filthy rich people. I feel filthy rich people are supposed to go to their usual private clubs where only their high statuses allow them asses to. What could he be doing in a club where we have to stay in long queues and wait for our turns before we can enter?
"Come on, let's go." Niklaus says to me as he holds the passenger door for me. I quickly log out of my thoughts, and he helps me with my seatbelt before he closes the door. Oh shit, Alice! I have completely forgotten about my friend. I quickly take out my phone and dial Alice's number. She picks up immediately.
"Girl, where are you?! I have been searching all over the club, but I can't find you." Alice says immediately and I can sense worry in her voice.
"Um, I am alright, Alice. I am with someone right now and I don't think I would be coming back to the club tonight. I will come over to your place tomorrow."
"Wait, who are you with?"
"Just someone, Alice, don't worry, I will be fine."
Alice keeps quiet for a moment before she says, "Make sure to keep me posted, okay? And be careful."
"Yeah, sure, I will." I hang up and place my phone back into my pocket.
I relax into the seat and heave a sigh. I feel nervous and oddly thrilled while my body buses with anticipation for whatever is going to happen.
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