Enchanted and Desired (8 page)

“You like playing games sweetheart? You think it’s funny to come into
my
club and parade some fucking douchebag in front of me? I ought to punish you for that, but that would imply that I give a flying fuck.” I begin to struggle underneath him as my anger at his words gets the better of me.

“First off – I didn’t
know
you owned this place. Second – why would I
want
to parade what I do in front of you? We’re not together – I can do whatever and
whomever
I want. And third – if you don’t give a flying fuck, why the HELL am I pinned underneath you right now feeling YOUR hard on digging into my leg?”

The fire that ignites in his eyes is so goddamn sexy…all I want is to kiss him and have him ravage me, using his anger to take me hard and fast, right here, right now. We stare into each other’s eyes, the knowledge of what we
both
want evident in the crackling tension between us. He leans down allowing his lips a ghost of a touch against mine; the memory of how delicious his kisses are causing me to arch off the couch, my frustration and desperation for him evident in my movements. He doesn’t give in to me, but instead, continues to tease me, before gently whispering in my ear.

“This is how you make me feel Tesoro – helpless, frustrated, desperate, and fucking turned on beyond all reason.”

As soon as the words leave his lips, I feel the loss of his body pressing down on me. His firm hands are pulling me up to a standing position, and I feel bereft when he turns his back on me, taking a seat behind his desk. He doesn’t even look at me. He starts looking through some paperwork as I stand, dumbstruck and confused.

“You better run along Jess. Your date will be waiting outside like the good little lapdog that you so obviously need.” WHAT THE ACTUAL F?!

“You are such a dick Simon. I can’t believe I ever hooked up with you. You disgust me.”

“Don’t kid yourself Jess. You loved every fucking minute of it, and if I wanted you right now, make no mistake, I would be balls deep inside your sweet little pussy, with you screaming my name and
begging
for more. I bet your panties are already wet at the thought of it.”

I slam the door as I leave, my body vibrating from my interaction with King Fucking Douche Nozzle. He is so full of himself, I cannot believe he just said that to me. And the part that makes me REALLY angry is that every word he said was the truth. I would have let him
do
anything to me. I would have
done
anything he asked of me. I crave his touch and I hate myself for it. This is exactly what I wanted to avoid tonight. I make my way out of the club on shaky legs, trying to compose myself, and find Colin waiting outside with a cab ready to take me wherever I want to go…

“Is everything okay sweetheart?” I hate the sound of him calling me that. I need him NOT to speak.

“Everything is fine. No more talking okay. Let’s go to your place and put that sexy mouth of yours to better use.” The grin that spreads across his face is gorgeous and sexy, and under normal circumstances it would have me weak at the knees and ready to jump him. He holds the door open for me to slide in, but I hesitate; I don’t know if I can do this – but then Simon’s words replay in my head and I force myself to get into the cab. I need to exorcise the hold he has over me once and for all. I steel myself, putting the shutters up and my player persona firmly back in place.

“Are you coming baby? I plan to…several times. It’s just a question of whether you want to come along for the ride.” He’s beside me in a flash, barking his address to the driver as he reaches for the handle to close the door, but before it clicks shut, the door swings back open and Colin is pulled from the cab; a familiar voice shouting at me from the sidewalk.

“Get out of the fucking cab Jess. What the fuck do you think you’re playing at? You’re not actually going home with this guy.” I scramble across the backseat and out onto the pavement, anger and desire building inside me in equal measure for this macho asshole.

He’s got Colin by the throat, completely emasculated and forced to submit to the alpha dog.

“I’m doing exactly what you told me to do. I’m getting laid. So back the fuck off Simon. I got the message loud and clear back there in your office.” His eyes are wild and almost feral with rage.

“Are you fucking kidding me with this bullshit Jess? You would fuck this pathetic excuse for a man, just to spite me? That’s fucking low sweetheart, even for you.”

“Who the HELL do you think you are, talking to me like that? The whole goddamn world doesn’t revolve around you, you know! GET OVER YOURSELF!! I’m going home with Colin because he’s hot, we were having a great time tonight until
you
showed up, and because I CAN!!! GOD KNOWS I COULD USE A GOOD LAY!!”

His chokehold on Colin tightens as my words enrage him further.

“Oh Jess. If you want a mediocre lay then by all means, take this loser home and let him ram all four inches of himself inside you. But if you want to be fucked by a real man that can make your toes curl and have you begging for more, then fucking hop on. I’m ready and waiting baby.”

“You’re a dick Simon. Let him go and leave me the hell alone.”

There’s a fleeting trace of hurt in his eyes as he releases Colin, shoving him to the ground.

“Have it your way Jess.”

Colin stands up, desperate to save face and assert his strength in front of me. He fists his hands at his sides, his eyes fixed on Simon, who is too busy staring at me with a fierce intensity that has me weak at the knees. He lifts his fist and pulls back before throwing a punch that was meant for Simon’s face, but without turning to look in his direction, Simon dodges Colin’s fist before twisting to the side and slamming his own fist into Colin’s face.

“Fuck this shit.” He turns and strides back into the club, shaking out his fist and muttering something in Italian that I don’t understand – asshole.

I quickly divert my attention to Colin, asking if he’s okay and apologizing for Simon’s ridiculous behavior.

“I don’t want to be getting in the middle of something messy Jess. I just wanted a bit of fun.”

“There’s no mess. There’s nothing to get in the middle of! I want the same thing you do. One night, no strings, fun.”

“Well alright then.” He quickly hails another cab, and this time, Simon doesn’t try to stop me; he’s done with me, which is exactly what I want…isn’t it?

He drapes his arm around my shoulder, moving in to kiss me. He smells of cologne, and it’s hot, but it’s not doing anything for me, and I hate that I’m comparing him to Simon right now. I think I just need a minute to get back in the mood with him.

“Are you okay? Is your lip burst?”

“Don’t you worry about my lip sweetheart, it’s fine. Let me show you.” His lips crash down on mine and it’s good…it’s great actually, but it’s just not…
him.

When we reach Colin’s apartment building I follow him in, the silence between us deafening. As soon as the door shuts behind me, I turn the switch firmly off on all of my emotions, unzip my dress and stand naked before him. He is more than pleased with what he sees; his hard on straining against his jeans as he makes his way over to me. He pulls his shirt off over his head, revealing a great body underneath before dipping his head down and capturing my nipple in his mouth.

“Take me to bed Colin…and fuck me…hard.”

He does exactly that, and two hours later when he is sound asleep beside me, I grab my clothes and leave his building without a second glance; taking the coward’s way out yet again. I feel cheap and dirty as I hail a cab to take me back to my apartment, and my entire body is screaming at me, telling me I just betrayed Simon. It’s ridiculous and stupid, we’re not even together, but the harder I try to push it from my mind, the harder it fights back. By the time I reach my apartment I feel physically sick, discarding my clothes and heading straight to the shower to wash off the scent of my own shame.

My decision to erase Simon with a quick roll in the sack with Colin did
not
have the desired effect. I have spent the past week being even more miserable than I was before. There hasn’t been a day when my thoughts haven’t drifted to Simon Mantovani. Our nights together, the sheer ecstasy that he can wring from my body, and our fight in his club. I still don’t understand why he did what he did, why he said what he said; how he just dismissed me with such ease – as if I was nothing, and then
he
gets angry at
me
! It was reminiscent of the way Gavin used to speak to me, and I will be damned if I will let any man treat me like that again. There’s a part of me that
knows
Simon isn’t anything like Gavin, but the way I feel when I’m around him terrifies me. He could hurt me so much more than Gavin ever did – a few intimate liaisons and Simon has me twisted in knots in a way I’ve never experienced before.

Plan A to forget him was a complete disaster, so I’m thinking Plan B will be in force for a while – stay clear of men all together and have some much needed Jester alone time to get my shit worked out.

Ten Days Later

SIMON

Rage is not the word for how I felt when Jess was in my club, grinding her tight body against that little prick. He couldn’t handle her even on his best day. It makes me feel sick to my stomach every time I remember that dick with his dirty hands all over her, and I can’t even contemplate the fact that she got in the goddamn taxi with him. She wanted me…I could see it written all over her face, in the trembling of her thighs beneath me. And then I go to stop her and she throws it back in my fucking face! It did feel fucking fantastic to punch that little shit square in the jaw. I can’t believe she let that fucker see to her needs, fanning the flames of the desire
I sparked in her. I only have myself to blame – the way I wound her up and then dismissed her. You just don’t do that to a firecracker and expect it not to blow up in your face, but I thought she’d come around when I fought for her.

I can’t even blame her; I did the same fucking thing twenty minutes after storming back into the club and seeing her on the cameras, leaving with that dickhead. Then I pretty much wrecked my office. It was that or beat the shit out of someone. After composing myself as best I could, I made my way back into the main bar, drank some really expensive Scotch and waited for the usual vultures to swarm. Girls in this club can smell money and they fucking target me like a heat seeking missile. It pisses me off, but it’s also a really easy way to get laid. I just sit back and take my pick. I know I’m a dick for saying it, and for doing it, but I really don’t give a shit.

A pretty little blonde caught my eye, and she was up for it the second I opened my mouth and used some of my Italian charm on her. She was more than willing to follow me up to the VIP lounge and into one of my private rooms. I didn’t even ask her name before I bent her over the plush velvet chair and slid my hand between her legs. She was soaked and ready for me. It took about two minutes to get her off with my hand before I rolled on a condom and plunged into her. All I could think about was Jess, how much tighter and sweeter her pussy felt wrapped around my dick. I had to shut my eyes and block out the girl I was buried inside and lose myself to the memory of Jess just to get off. That is so fucking wrong on so many levels.