Chapter 4

You bring a child to my Club

Adrien’s Pov

I was bored out of my fucking mind, sitting back on the club loungy’s couch with a tumbler in my hand, while nursing what had to be my third drink, maybe fourth. I’d stopped counting.

It was the same shit every weekend. Same circus. My friends bringing half Briarwood Hill's women up here just to fuck them.

I hope to get out of here real quick, but the truth is I didn’t wanna fucking go back home.

I’d swung by the house earlier with Roxy to pick up some files I’d left behind and had ended up bending her over my bed for a quick one before I left her there.

But to think of returning back, annoys the fucking crap out of me. I wasn’t in the mood to meet my father’s new family. Soon to be a wife, her kids… Christ. The thought alone made me down another swallow of whiskey.

Why the hell would he want to marry again after what she did?

I don’t even call her my mother anymore. The bitch disgusts me. Which made me so sure that this new woman will be no different. A deceiver. That's all they are. Another one to play my father.

I tipped the glass back, drained it and set it down before turning only to meet some blue eyes staring at me, biting her lip, and moving up and down her throat as she swallowed.

I looked her up and down.

Couldn’t have been more than nineteen.

5 '5 maybe, long black hair, plain short skirt, and black top, with strangely looking freckles which actually made her stand out of all the fake-dolled-up women I’d seen tonight.

And obviously a total nerd, I could tell one when I saw one.

She pressed her thighs together, notably trying to fight the heat of my sex appeal,

but I knew exactly what that look meant, she was losing the fight.

And I knew damn well her panties were soaked already.

I scoffed. She had no clue how easy she was to read.

Most women didn’t.

Most of them threw themselves at me without shame, and I fuck them.

Yes I fuck them, but only for my pleasure.

Roxy understood that better than anyone, maybe that’s why she was still around. She gave me what I wanted and she got the same. A good fuck.

I turned my head, letting my eyes go to Roxy who was standing near her with a sly little smirk on her lips.

“Why the fuck,” I said flatly, “Would you bring a child to my club?”

The guys around me stopped what they were doing and looked up, their eyes going between me and the girl. They knew that tone. Nobody liked being on the other end of it.

Her face turned quickly, that lustfully wide eyed look gone in a heartbeat, replaced with anger. She didn’t look too happy about me calling her a child.

Roxy walked over to where I was sitting down beside me. She crossed one long leg over, and poured herself some whiskey. “June, this is Adrien. Adrien, June.”

She drained her glass, staring at me through her lashes with that sly little smirk of hers. “She’s my new friend.”

“Since when do you make friends?”

“Today,” she said while I moved my head toward June, eyeing her up and down.

“You sure she’s old enough to drink, Roxy?” I asked.

Roxy smirked. “Old enough to keep up, I’d say.” she'd said then winked at some blonde across the lounge. The girl got up immediately, moving over.

Roxy leaned in, her lips brushing the girl’s ear, June. “See you later, sweetheart,” she said, before standing and letting the blonde take her off toward the back rooms.

I sat back, pouring myself a whiskey.

Aside from being my fuck buddy, Roxy liked girls too. I never gave a shit what she did outside my bed. She was clean, she was good at what she did, and I didn’t love her.

The spot beside me became empty for ten seconds before Marcus slid into it, smiling at the girl June.

“So… June, right?” he said, moving forward, and resting his elbows on the loungy couch’s top close to her head.

“Where do you live? Haven’t seen you around here before.”

“I just moved here,” she said.

Marcus’s grin widened. “New girl, huh? That explains it.” His eyes moved slowly over her legs.

The other guys laughed.

I stayed quiet, nursing what was left in my glass.

Another one, Derek, leaned over the armrest from his side. “So you moved here alone, or with family?”

June cleared her throat. “With family,” she answered, straightening a little.

Marcus smirked, moving closer. “Well, family or not… you’re welcome to hang with us anytime, sweetheart.”

He said his hands, going to the hem of her skirt, and I was immediately on my feet before I realized it.

“Enough.”

The guy raised his hands, smirking. “Relax, man. Just talking.”

She gasped, her eyes wide as I pulled her up from the couch.

“What the…” she started, as I pulled her with me, moving fast down the stairs until we got outside.

She twisted her wrist, trying to pull away but I did not let her go until we reached my car.

Only then did I drop her wrist, turning to face her.

Her chest rose and fell quickly, her face in anger. “What the hell is your problem?” she snapped.

“My problem,” I said flatly, leaning on my hood, “Is you fucking walking in here like some lost fucking schoolgirl and letting those fuckers eye fuck you.”

She squared her shoulders, “I can handle myself.”

I let out a dour laugh. “Handle yourself? You were about two seconds from being fingered under the table if I hadn’t stepped in.”

Her cheeks flamed, but the she shot back,

“Why do you care? Unless you’re just pissed it wasn’t you under my skirt fingering me...”

I didn't know what came over me but before I let her finish speaking, I turned her around so her back was against me.

She gasps as my left hand moved to her neck, while the other went to the hemline before going underneath.

I knew she'd been soaked, when I caught her eye fucking me, it happens every damn time with every woman. I had that effect on them. My fingers found her pussy as I took my hand under her soaked underwear. She let out a moan.

“If I wanted to finger you June, I wouldn’t fucking ask. I’d do it, but…” I smirked, pulling back to look her in the eye. “You’re too much of a kid for me to bother with.”

I pulled my hand away and stepped back, leaving her panting against my car.

I opened the door, leaned in, and grabbed one pocket square I always kept in the dash.

While wiping my fingers clean, I glanced back at her. She still hadn’t moved.

“You’re going home,” I said, my voice flat. “I’ll call you a cab. Your little friends are probably in bed right now, where you should be. Not in a fucking nightclub.”

Her head turns up at that, while her jaw tightens, and I swear I saw her nostrils flare.

“There it is again,” she hissed. “Child. You keep calling me that, It's not going to scare me off.”

I folded the handkerchief slowly, and stuffed it into my pocket. “Well it's better, because that’s what you are. A kid.”

She gave me an angry dour laugh “Well, newsflash, Adrien… whatever this so-called child isn’t going home. And you don’t get to tell me what the fuck to do.”

She stepped closer, her blue eyes looking into mine. “If I’m too small for you, fine. But then I’ll just go back inside… find someone else to fuck me.” She said walking to the door.

"And besides." she turned looking back to catch my gaze. "I turned nineteen a few days back. So I'm more of an adult now." she remarked going back inside.

I turned away from the club in anger, facing my car.

Not my fucking problem, definitely not my fucking problem. She could do however the fuck she wanted. I told myself.

l mean why should I fucking care? She was nothing but a fucking stranger.

I opened the door, got in, and started the engine. The sound filling the night.

I tightened my hold on the wheel getting ready to drive off, but the next thing I knew, I was turning off the engine and opening the door, my feet leading me back into the club before my better judgment could kick in.

She was on the dance floor, dancing with some dickhead.

I pushed past the dancers, took her hand and pulled her away from him.

She let out a gasp as I dragged her away from the crowd, to one of the disused rooms.

I locked the door and within two seconds had her against the wall, my body pressed to hers.

And before I had any idea what the fuck I was doing, my lips were on hers.