CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER 4

ALEX POV

The drive to South Square takes about twenty minutes through the slow evening traffic.

I could still turn back and hold on to what’s left of my sanity but that at the cost of this collaboration.

Instead I pull into a parking spot across from the bar,turn the engine off and stare at the bar’s colourful sign post as it flickers above the entrance.

“Damn Ellis” I said loudly into the vacant air. I unlock my seatbelt and push open the car's door stepping out into the cold.

The bar looks more classy the moment I walk in. Warm lights glow softly from the ceiling shining against the flawlessly polished marble floors and midnight blue walls.Curved plush booths sit along the walls to give people space and some privacy.

The air in here carries a mix of sweat and liquor. The music is louder here that I can almost feel the beat in my chest, blending with quiet conversations.

The whole place screams luxury,wealth and carefully put together.

The bar is pretty full for a Tuesday night.A few groups at the bar and some people drinking alone lost in their own thoughts while some dance in the middle of the bar.

I glance toward the bar first,the stools are filled with people drinking and laughing too loudly. No familiar dark hair. I turn toward the booths but none of them hold the man I’m looking for either

At the far end of the bar, a long hallway cuts through the middle,above it an arrow sign reads ’VIP Lounge’

Of course he would be there. I make my way through the bar ignoring the curious look on the bartender’s face.

The hallway is darker, lit by strips of deep red light.This part of the bar is darker than the main area, clearly made for privacy.

The furniture looks expensive and carefully arranged. Low golden lights glow against its dark walls giving the room a shout of wealth.

I step inside the exclusive space and freeze.

Ellis sits naked on the curved seat. A red haired stripper kneels between his thighs, moving in a way that makes it painfully clear what I’ve just walked into.

“Ellis…” I blink trying to make sense of what I’m seeing.

Slowly he lifts his head and looks at me,a small smirk tugging at one side of his lips.My heart pounds, heat climbing my neck.Yet he does not stop, not even for a second.

My entire body goes rigid as I stand rooted there unable to move my heavy legs, my chest tightening with sharp pain.

I watch frozen as her head bobs faster and Ellis’s hand tightens, holding her there like he doesn’t want her to stop.

“Fuck… yeah…right there” Ellis hisses, his voice rough and loud.

She obeys immediately,wet and sloppy sounds fill the air and I can’t look away. Ellis’s hand twists into his hair, his body tensed with every motion.

Then it hits me hard,fury, heartbreak,desire, everything burning all at once.

I want to yell,grab him,hurt him and punish him at the same time.

Is this supposed to be punishment ,is this his way of saying he despises so much? Or a proof of how much he hates me? By letting me watch him fuck another person

The stripper blinks startled by my presence when she finally notices me.

Ellis presses his hand to her face, turning her back to him. “Shh…he is no one, so focus on me…hmnn… exactly like that.”

His stare meets mine teasing and challenging me silently.He lets her continue with keeping his gaze locked on me.

God, I hate this every nerve in me aches, I want to shove her away, take him and make him mine. I want every touch and sound between them erased. I want him so badly it hurts that I can not stop watching.

I hate how seeing them like this makes my cock press hard against my jeans, how every licking sound burns through me.

His chest rises and falls faster, shoulders tightening with every shiver. I watch every movement as his jaw clenches, lips parting slightly with ragged breath.

His hand grips the edge of the seat, fingers digging in like he’s trying to hold himself together. Heat radiates off him, and I feel it too,then he shudders with a loud moan, chest heaving hard, and his eyes lock on mine.

Even after it passes, his chest still rises unevenly. The air between us thick and heavy.

The room feels smaller, hotter and heavier.

My hands are shaking, my cock is aching and my brain is screaming for me to leave.

The stripper pulls back, wiping her mouth. “Do you want more?” she asks, rubbing her hands all over him.

She stands, adjusting himself, clearly expecting more.

Ellis shakes his head, voice rough, ragged. “Not right now.”

She looks confused and irritated but takes the hint,grabs her panties and leaves, brushing past me with a curious glance, leaving Ellis bare, tense, and beautiful in the dim light.

I stand there like an idiot while Ellis wears his shorts and slides out of the booth.

He walks past me without a word, heading to the other side of the room that contains drinks.

Anger and jealousy ignites within at once.

I step forward, pressing my chest against his. “what the hell did you think you're doing!” I growl pressing my chest against his back.

Ellis freezes, eyes widening for a second.

I lean in closer, pressing my body against his.

"You're mine," I hissed against his skin. "Not hers,not anyone's."

“Alex…”His jaw clenches as he swallows hard. Those hazel eyes meet mine dark and stripped bare.

I shove him back against the table, pinning him with my weight.

My hands slide up his chest. His heart beating against my palms fastly.

"Look at me." My mouth finds his ear, "Feel how angry I am? That you let her touch you" I bite down on his earlobe.

He arches up, a rough sound tearing from his throat.

Ellis gasps, shaking hard. His trembling hands come up to my shoulders trying to push me away.

“Alex… fuck… stop…” He gasps words trembling with need.

I grab his hair, yanking his head back.

"Did he make you feel like this?" I growl, sucking hard on his ear.

"I didn't mean…" His words break off into a moan as I roll my hips against his.

"Didn't mean what? Didn't mean for me to see?" My hand slides down his stomach tracing the hard muscle there.

He tenses under my touch breathing hard,“Or didn't mean to get caught?"

“It's none of your fucking business!” he barked out

I hold him through the tiny short he wore and he jerks against my touch, a desperate sound escaping him.

I apply more pressure, grinding the palms of my hand against him.

"Yes..fuck..Alex!"

"Use your words Ellis,gentle words" I reply voice low

He trembles his whole body vibrating with need. His nails digging in through my shirt.

"I can't.." He tries to speak but I bite down on his nipple and the words dissolve into a loud moan.

"Look at me," I commanded. His eyes snap open, meeting mine. "I want to see you when you fall apart..all of you."

"Please.." He whimpers in pure frustration and need

"Not yet." I kiss him again, swallowing his protests. My hand keeps working him in steady strokes, bringing him right to the edge and holding him there.

He trembles under me completely lost in the mood.

"Alex, I can't..I need.."

"What do you need?" I pull back to watch him struggle for words.

"You.. anything, Just please"

"Tell me you're mine," I demand against his mouth.

"I'm not yours! never!," he gasps immediately. "I will never be yours,not now or ever"

“Say that again,” I breathe angrily

My other hand slides up under his shirt, fingers finding his nipple and pinching. He cries out, back arching off the table.

“Let me hear you say that again. I guess it isn't a bad idea after all to leave you here,high and dry then" I whisper softly watching him tense with ache.

“You think you can control me? Alex, that’s over. I moved on pretty well, and sex isn’t a problem for me,” he said flatly.

I lean down to bite at his collarbone, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. "Hmm.. that's a valid reason but not until I am inside you,wait till I fuck you thoroughly then you get to say what is on your mind."

My fingers find the zipper of his shorts, working it down.He lifts his hips slightly, helping me, and I smirk against his skin.

Then his phone rings loudly on the table beside us and we both stop.

Ellis glances at the screen, and whatever he sees there drains the colour from his face. The heat in his eyes disappears, replaced by something I’ve never seen there before.

Fear.

His fingers tighten around the phone, and before he can hide it, I catch a glimpse of the screen.

It’s a picture,an old one of Ellis and I kissing eachother.