Chapter 4

Kate’s POV

The moment I stepped into the club, I knew my dress was a bold choice. Black, tight, backless, and scandalously short. Jeremy’s eyes nearly fell out of his head, and I pretended not to notice how proud that made me feel.

We moved through the crowd, his hand firm on my waist as we swayed to the music. The lights pulsed red and blue, matching the rhythm of the ache deep inside me. Jeremy leaned in, his hands drifting lower with each beat of the song. He was trying. Touching, teasing, his mouth brushing my ear as he whispered all the things he wanted to do to me.

“You look so hot tonight Kate. I can hardly control myself," Jeremy whispered in my ear, “maybe after this we could go back to my place?”

I blinked, heart pounding for all the wrong reasons. “Maybe,” I said softly. “Let’s just enjoy tonight first, okay?”

Jeremy nodded, looking a bit disappointed. I know he really wants us to get intimate and frankly I don't know why I have been denying him his wishes all these while. He has been the perfect boyfriend but for some reason I have never really felt that spark or urge to go the next step with him however I do not mind getting a bit freaky with him especially on the dance floor so I pushed myself into him dancing in a rather arousing manner. Jeremy reciprocated my actions by grabbing hold of my butt and squeezing it but strangely all I could picture… was Mr William’s hands.

Rough, veined, dominant. I am sure the feeling would be different if he was the one squeezing my butt. Thinking about it was already getting me excited down there. Too excited for my liking.

I bit my lip, pretending Jeremy’s touch was what I wanted. But my body knew the truth. My mind kept wandering to last night. William’s lips on that woman’s neck. His body pressed against hers in the water, and the way he made it look effortless. Possessive. Powerful. I was starting to regret why I didn't watch the whole thing through to see how he had taken her. I am sure the sight would have been raw and spectacular but I wasn't sure my body would be able to handle watching Mr William fucking another woman..

Gosh, what am I even thinking about? 

I closed my eyes to shake it off.

“Damn, baby, you’re driving me crazy tonight,” Jeremy groaned, spinning me so my back was against his front, his hands sliding around my hips. I could feel his boner pressing hard against my butt like he wanted to drill his meat inside me right there and then. No doubt Jeremy is eager to fuck me while I am thinking of getting fucked by another man. 

And that was when I saw him.

Mr William. What is he doing here?

He just entered the club with a few older men around him, probably his friends—and a few younger, beautiful women too. But I didn’t see any of them. Just him. His eyes locked on mine like a silent dare.

He looked like sin in human form.

I wanted to move away from Jeremy on account of Mr William even though Jeremy is my boyfriend. I don't know why Mr William has that effect on me since we had nothing going on. I mean I just met him only a week ago. However one of the ladies- A Tall, model-thin, with legs for days and a neckline that dipped below decency. She pressed into his side like she belonged there, even touching his chest and that made my stomach twist in discomfort and should I say anger. 

Fine. If he could show up here out of nowhere, flaunting his date, then I could do the same. I turned in Jeremy’s arms and pressed closer. Moved my hips more slowly, more deliberately. Threw my head back, letting my hair brush down my back as I rolled with the music.

“Wow! You are on fire tonight babe."

Jeremy was grinding behind me, oblivious, while Mr William just stood there…watching. His jaw was tight. His expression unreadable. I couldn’t tell if he was irritated, unimpressed—or something darker.

Just his stare alone was doing things to my body. I could feel my pulse pounding in places it shouldn’t. Jeremy was still moving behind me but I shifted, dragging my fingers through my hair and letting my hips roll just a little slower, a little deeper. I wasn’t even dancing for Jeremy anymore.

I was dancing for him- Mr William, however I could feel Jeremy getting even harder by the second and his hands were touching my body more sexually and daring but all my attention was on Mr William. I wanted to get a reaction from him, I don't know which reaction I was hoping to get. Maybe he should come to me and take me away from Jeremy or something. Actually anything would do.

And I saw it. The way William’s jaw clenched tightly. The flicker of something hot and unreadable in his eyes. Was he jealous or upset that another man was touching me so sexually? Unexpectedly it made me feel good inside.

But then…

That hot lady leaned closer into him like she wanted to enter inside of him. 

He didn’t push her away.

Instead, he leaned down and said something into her ear that made her laugh and curl closer to him. Her hand slid across his chest, and my stomach twisted.

Jealousy? No. I had no right.

Still, I turned away quickly, pushing and  grinding my ass against Jeremy’s hard boner like I was inviting him to take me right there. But this was just my way to respond to what Mr William was doing with the lady. I wanted him to be pissed but I don't know if it was working or not. However I knew something was definitely working on Jeremy's part.

“Damn! You are so wild tonight. I love it," he said and his boner was at his fullest. He was freaking horny.

I was certain I had done enough to piss Mr William but when I glanced back at him...he was gone.

Have I made him so pissed he left the club? I panicked a bit.

But then I saw him—seated now, at one of the private booths with the brunette practically in his lap. She leaned into him, whispering in his ear while he just nodded with a lazy smile. His hand rested on her thigh. Casual. Confident.

It shouldn’t have bothered me. But it did. A lot.

I didn’t want it to. But my chest felt tight, and my hands suddenly itched to tear her off him.

I turned back to Jeremy and kissed him hard. Maybe out of spite. Maybe out of desperation. But I just needed to do something at that point.  But even with my eyes closed…

All I could think about was Mr William.

“Let’s go to the bathroom,” Jeremy said, leaning into my ear, his breath hot against my skin. His voice was low, rough—hungry.

I caught the look in his eyes. Dark. Determined.

He wasn’t just asking for a break.

I should’ve said no.

But I was angry. Angry at William, sitting there with his gorgeous brunette, touching her like he touched me in my dreams. My mind buzzed with jealousy and confusion. If he wanted to play cold, then so could I.

So I gave Jeremy a tight smile and let him lead me toward the back hallway.

The second the door to the single-use bathroom clicked shut behind us, Jeremy was on me. His hands were all over—gripping, sliding, reaching. His lips crashed against mine, messy and impatient. I tried to keep up, to convince myself this was what I wanted. That maybe, if I just let it happen, I could forget the way William’s eyes had burned through me on the dance floor.

But I couldn’t.

“Jeremy—wait—” I gasped as his hand slipped under my dress.

He didn’t stop.

“Jeremy, I said stop!” I twisted in his grip, my voice sharp now, panic starting to rise.

“You said you were ready,” he murmured, lips pressing along my neck. “You came in here with me. I thought—”

“I said no!” I pushed against his chest harder, but he was too worked up to hear me.

He swiftly turned me over and pinned me to the wall tightly and I could hear him unbuckling his belt and zipper.

“Jeremy, what are you doing? Stop!" I panicked, my heart racing.

“I can't I am so fucking hard," he said pulling up my gown up...

God no!