Chapter 3: Meet again

Rocking a joggers pant and a crop top, I dominated the floor.

“ Go birthday girl!” Lisa hailed, cheering from the side and whooping. I was letting it all out on the floor. All the steam from pent-up anger. I danced it all out like it was going to be my last.

Letting the anger go. The hate. The pangs bombarding my abdomen in a series.

After exhausting dances, we went to the bar for a drink. The girl's giggled on their way. Like always, they had drawn the attention of some of the hottest men in the club. Like moth around a flame, some were coming by already.

As anticipated, Lisa had the first catch.

I wanted them to have some space. She seemed to be into the guy. I dragged the other two girls close to the DG’s stand and tossed a can of beer to him.

He hollered.

I cheered, randomly glancing back to make sure she's fine. And when I noticed she wasn't enjoying the company anymore, I shimmied through the crowd, dragging the girls with me and bumped into him.

“ Oh dear!” I drawled. “ What a mess!” I tried wiping his stained shirt. It had drink all over.

“ No, it's alright.” He said, holding me away.

“ Alright,” I beamed and turned to Lisa. “ I'm feeling dizzy with happiness. Can we go home please?”

“ Sure,” she hurriedly replied. I made sure she was in front of me as we left the hall.

Outside, Lisa stopped a calm looking gentleman and asked him for a ride. One glance at him, and his stature struck my cerebellum.

“ We are sorry. We can not drive in this state. Could you please give us a lift?”

He glanced my way, and surveyed us all with critical eyes. 

“ Get a cab. I will pay.” He said and without waiting, he flagged one for us. 

I noticed beads of sweat forming on his forehead and around his neck.

I grew worried.

The cab stopped for us to enter. I changed my mind. “ You all go ahead. I will follow.”

Lisa winked. I shook my head mechanically at what I supposed she must be thinking.

Moments later, his voice slit the silence, his voice filtered into my ears like a rasp, but threateningly low. “ You should leave. I'm unstable right now.”

" That voice," I thought, and quickly brushed it away. It must be my mind messing with me.

I looked at the black SUV and back at him. “ That should explain why he hasn't gotten into the car. He can't possibly drive in this state.” I thought.

I gave him a nod. “ I noticed. I will stand here until whomever you are waiting for arrives.”

" That's if you aren't pissed that a girl wants to protect you."

He chuckled, and shook his head. " I don't mind."

Moments later, a Limo pulled up in front of us. 

“ Wow!” I mumbled. 

The driver helped him in and turned to me.

“ Please, madame.” He motioned to the car.

“ No…I will be on my way —”

Ethan!

Oh my god! Of everything fate has in store, why this?

" Please, he insists." He motioned to the car again. 

No idea how many side hustles he has got, but this is by far the more modest.

Eyes flickering like candles in the wind, I glanced around. I felt choked by the suffocating silence inside. A snappy remark might help, right?

Say something, Nicki!

" you should get a cold bath, it will help." I stammered.  

He scoffed. " What if I don't? Will you force me into the bath?" He spoke, voice dangerously low. It tickled my imagination. His side glances and that dirty smirk on his face took my mind back to the night before.

The thought of what could happen between us at such a close proximity ignited a burning heat between my legs. I remember the passion of the strangers thrust. However painful at first, it felt surreal to be one with a man in ways I couldn't begin to fully comprehend.

The symphony of our movement. His ravenous desire. His slipping fingers and wandering hands.

So many emotions all in one.

“ This is bad,” I thought, creating a little space between us. I need to get off and clear my head. My heart beat paces. I'm worried he might hear the thud of my heart.

" I... I didn't mean to sound that way," I scrambled for the right words about to bolt out of the limo. He grabbed my wrist. 

" Stay with me." He beckoned. Unsure of how to respond, I nodded and sank into silence. His grip didn't leave mine. It stuck there, and the gentle glide of his fingers over my skin heightened the conflict brewing inside me.

He touched with clarity. Like he owned every inch of the body he touched.

I feel my pant dampen and turn away, cheeks flushed red in embarrassment.

" I'm Aaron Devinsky," he spoke after an eternity, his voice filtered into my ears like a flirtatious note. " You will go straight home?"

" Yes. Yes." I fumbled for words. " Aaron Devinsky?" I screamed in my mind, eyes trained ahead. 

" I'm in the limo of Aaron Devinsky? With Aaron Devinsky himself?"

Suddenly, I'm checking my attitude. I need to be in my best behavior. This is the wealthiest family in the country. I may not know much about them, but that surname will be sheltering me for the next few years in college.

" Where do you live?"

I called it out in a breath.

" You're a foster kid?" 

" Yes. I will be out soon. I just turned eighteen yesterday," I replied without meeting his gaze. Eternity passed, his breath became too shallow and heavy. It quickened with his heart beat. I have heard of this reaction. Mostly when someone’s drink is spiked.

I have never encountered a life experience. 

He took off his watch, and handed it over to me. A brand new Rolex. 

“ What for?” I handled it like an egg, careful not to smash or scratch.

“ Happy birthday.

I'm in no mood to entertain guests today. I should have given you a treat. If my sister had lived, she would have been around the same age.”

" Should have?" I queried. " Why is everything about him taking my mind back to the man I met yesterday?"

He isn't just breathtakingly handsome, he is considerate and good natured.

“ I can't keep it,” I replied. “ I'm afraid I will have to sell it to clear one or two bills.”

He chuckled. “ I can't take back what has been given,” he droned and looked away.

I held the Rolex to my chest. Words battled for an exit from my mind. Taking my fate in my hands, I made my move.

“ I will keep it if you promise to come back for it.”

He lifted his head, gaze locked onto mine.

“ Promise me that you will come for it.”

“ What's your name?” 

“ Nichole Belma. Friends call me Nicki.”

“ Alright, Nicki. I can not make that promise. If I do, I might not come for the wristwatch alone.” His eyes trailed my lips and settled for a second.

“ I might return for something more. Something I have tasted."

My breath hitched. Is it really him? Pinch me. Did I sleep with a Devinsky?