Misguided Heart (19 page)

“I was totally invited by the way. There was no way those
ladies were going to Cadillac Ranch for ladies night, without me.” She smiled and winked before closing my office door behind her.

And that's game ladies and gentlemen. Thanks for coming out!

Aston

The day seemed to drag on and on. I kept looking at the small clock on my desk, willing it to turn five o'clock. I usually worked until six or seven at night, but there was no way I was missing happy hour with the girls tonight. I called Shelby and we made plans to have all of us get ready at my house before going out. I had already picked out my outfit in my head, so the only thing I was worried about was hair and makeup. Another glance at the clock showed that I only had ten minutes left in Hell for today.

Thank the
lord; I was so over this day already.

I gathered up all of my belongings and made my
way out to Annie's desk.

“Ok so see you at my house around six, six fifteen?”

“Absolutely. Ariel and I are just going to ride over together, and then we can all take a cab. I'll bring the wine.”

“S
ounds good. See you ladies soon.”

I walked to elevator with a
spring in my step. Maybe, all I was really missing was some decent girl time, with girls that I could stand. Just as I reached my car, my cell phone starting blaring 'I'm Shipping Up To Boston' by Dropkick Murphy's. Love that song. I checked the caller ID but didn't recognize the number. I figured it was either Nole or Sara, so I answered, against my better judgment I might add.

“H
ello?”

“W
ell hey there pretty lady. How was your day?”

“I
t actually went pretty well, how about yours?” I didn't really care, but I didn't feel like bringing down my mood by bringing down his.

“C
an't complain too much, I guess. Back to work after my non-wedding weekend, ya know, same ole same ole.” I laughed, even though I knew I shouldn't have, but
it
was kind of funny.

“So what's up?” I slid into the
driver’s seat of my car, plugging in my blue tooth though the radio.

“I was just
calling to see what you were up to tonight. I'd kind of like to see ya.”

“O
h would you now? Well I guess that depends, did you talk to your faux wife yet?” There was a long pregnant pause and I already knew the answer at that point.

“Well
no, not yet.”

“Nole
look, until you figure out what it is you want, I can't do this. Don’t get me wrong, I would love to see you and start spending some time with you, but not like this. Do you get it?”

“Y
eah, I get it. Doesn't mean I have to like it or agree with it though.”

“N
obody said you did, but if you want to try things with me again, then we're doing this my way. So, I hope you have a good night. Oh and Nole, no coming by tonight. I won't be there anyway. Talk to you soon.”

I smiled the widest grin I could achieve. I finally had the control with Nole and damn it felt so damn good!

I took a long hot shower when I got home, seeing how the girls wouldn't be over for a bit. My mind was racing back and forth between Nole and Sloan all day. I was beyond horny and with no release from a man coming anytime soon, I decided to take matters into my own hands, literally.

I leaned back against the cold shower wall and began rubbing my hard nub. Within seconds
, all I could think about was Sloan's huge length inside of me. I reverted to my memory bank, thinking of the night he had me pressed up against the wall in the hotel. We were both hot and sweaty while giving into our every desire. The more I thought of a very naked Sloan, the faster I was reaching my climax. I threw my head back in pleasure, screaming out Sloan's name.

Once my breathing slowed, I finished my shower and emerged from the bathroom to see none other than
Shelby, perched at the end of my bed.

“S
o Sloan huh?”

“Don’t you dare say a fucking word, Shelby
.” We both broke out in laughter before finally getting ready.

Aston

As we pulled up outside of Cadillac Ranch, I kept getting a nagging feeling in my gut. I have no idea what it was, but something seemed off. Although, it could have possibly been the amount of wine we consumed before heading out. We all emerged from the limo I decided to splurge on, when I noticed the long line of people waiting outside.

“Since when is ladies night on a Monday, so busy?” I asked Shelby, not knowing where she was.

“I've never seen it this busy on a Monday. Too weird.” Annie answered.

“Right!” I shrugged my shoulders knowing that we would get right in regardless. One of the bouncers was an old fling but we had remained friends.

“Hey Chandler.” I waved, with a flirty smile following close behind. “What's with the line?” I hitched my thumb back towards the never-ending line of scantily clad women.

“Some rich jerk rented out the whole club, requesting only women to be allowed in.
Can you believe that?”

“Are you serious? Who does that?” I rolled my eyes just before planting a kiss to his c
heek. “Well have a good night, hun. I'll make sure to say goodbye when I leave.”

“Sounds good love.”

I grabbed Shelby's hand as we made our way through the front door. When we entered into the large open space, all you could see for miles were women. Seriously, not one single man in sight besides the bartenders? I looked at Shelby in confusion. We all shrugged it off and headed to find a table.

Minutes later
, an extremely gorgeous waiter came strutting up to us. “What can I get you ladies to drink?” Holy shit, he was the epitome of sex.

“You?” Now when I drink, I tend to get very aggressive. Not that I'm not in my normal everyday life, but when I consume alcohol, I end up saying and doing things that my brain refuses to filter.

He leaned in super close to my left ear, “I believe that could be arranged?”

No shit!

My mouth hung a bit open in astonishment. “Well, see what you can do.” I winked in his direction then proceeded to order us a round of shots and a bottle of Moët. I was determined to have a great time tonight, and barely remember it tomorrow.

The heavy bass from the speakers was vibrating through my body, sending my muscles into dance mode. Two rounds of shots later, we were pouring our glasses full of champagne and heading out to the dance floor. I held my glass above my head, swaying my hips to the fast music blasting through the sound system. As the words to "Sexy Bitch" by David Guetta came pouring through the speakers, Shelby and I bega
n mouthing every line while shaking our ass along with the electronica beat.

My eyes became hooded and I could feel the sheen of sweat building up on my forehead. The songs bled into one another as I pressed the rim of the glass to my wet lips. I caught a glimpse of Ariel and Annie a few feet away from us
, in what seemed like a pretty heavy conversation. I danced my ass over to the two of them, determined to make them have a good time.

“What are we doing ladies?” I was all but screaming in their faces over the loud music.

“Oh nothing, nothing. We're just dancing and drinking.” Annie gave me a halfhearted grin as she raised her champagne glass in my direction. I could see her and Ariel share a contorted glance, and I wondered what exactly those two were hiding.

I raised my glass in return and smiled wide. “Well
, enjoy yourselves ladies.”

Just as Usher's velvety voice bled through into the next song, my gorgeous waiter saddled up behind me, taking my hips into his strong hands. I smiled over my shoulder and pushed my backside into his hips, just enough to have him wanting more. We moved our hips to the music in unison and I could feel my body responding to the closeness. This man was so hot! I was sweating just looking at him, imagining all the things I would let him do to me.

I laughed in my head as a wide smile settled into his expression. He had to be around six feet four inches, and built like a linebacker. His broad shoulders pulled the simple black V-neck shirt he was wearing nice and tight, emphasizing every muscle. His hair was a sandy blonde and unruly, but in a very sexy, understated kind of way. I noticed his sky blue eyes next, as my eyes made their way down to his luscious plump lips. I bit down on my bottom lip, pushing my sexual fantasies to the back of my mind. Just as I was about to pull back from him a little bit, to get a better look of course, his hands gripped my hips, pulling me into his chest.

“I will have you, regardless of what your boyfriend says.”

The smile I was wearing dropped off of my face and my breath caught in my throat. “Excuse me? What boyfriend?” I was utterly confused and seemingly pissed off.

“Y
our boyfriend, over there.” He pointed in the direction of a man sitting across the room in the dark. All I could make out was the glass he raised at me.

I squinted my eyes, trying to get a better view of this mysterious man. With the strong liquor and champagne flowing through my veins, I pulled up my big girl panties and made a beeline for this stranger. I pushed my way through the sea of women and to the other side of the dance floor.
When I reached the first step headed up towards mystery man, I took a step back realizing exactly who I was staring at. Anger, rage, jealousy, animosity, and annoyance all came boiling up to the surface. I threw my hands up in exasperation and pointed my finger at him. I shook my head and turned on my heel. I wasn't about to give him the satisfaction of knowing he had all but ruined my night in one fell swoop.

Men!

Sloan

The minute I found out about her little girls' night she was planning, I knew I had to do something. Knowing that every guy would be all up on her, I went against my better judgment and rented out the club.

Ye
p, that's right. The whole club!

I knew she was going to be pissed but she would eventually get over it, at least if I had my way about it. I made sure to make it an
all
ladies night. Of course, I let the male bartenders do their job, but I also made sure to warn them that Aston was my girlfriend and there should be no touching of any kind. Who would've known that the one bartender, I specifically warned, would be the one to call me out on my shit.

Douche!

She strutted into the club looking good enough to eat. Her hair was half up and curls cascaded down her sexy, toned back. She was wearing a short black, leather mini skirt with a white, silk tank top. She always dressed simple and understated, yet sexy as hell. I licked my lips, hoping I would have a chance later tonight to get a taste of her. My hands twitched, wanting to feel her leather covered ass in my hands. I needed her in a way that was foreign to me, and I needed her now.

I sat back and watched her move her sweet little ass along to the music
, and I literally couldn't take my eyes off of her. Wherever this woman went, she commanded attention. A small brunette was trying to weasel her way onto my lap, when I finally turned into my asshole of a self when she wouldn't quite take the hint. I watched as that little prick bartender, made his way onto the dance floor and right onto Aston's ass.

I pushed myself into a standing posi
tion, wanting to go cut in, making my presence known, but I sat back down.

I couldn't help but be a voyeur to the little act being played out
in front of me. I wanted to see how she would react to him. I needed more than anything to know if she spent her time thinking about me as much as I thought about her. As a bright smile hit her face, my heart literally plummeted to my toes. My eyes scanned the crowd for her so-called friends, but didn't see any of them on the dance floor. His hands wrapped tightly around her hips and my fingers tightened into fists.

I tried with all of my might
to look away but it wasn't happening. She was no longer facing me; her face was now merely inches in front of his. I prepared myself for the worst and downed the shot of Patron in front of me. The guy, whose name I think was Auggie, was quite a bit bigger than me. Not that I couldn't hold my own, I have been boxing since I was 10, but he was still pretty big in comparison. A little bit of liquid courage was called for when I hadn't fought for a woman in, well, forever it would seem.

His lips were now centimeters from her ear and I stood, knowing that I was going to have to kick this shithead
's ass. When I saw Aston shake her head, I quickly sat back down, grabbing my half empty glass at the same time. Her eyes were moving through the crowd; searching out the man I'm sure that dick had told her about. I could feel her anger across the room and I'm not going to lie, it was turning me on beyond belief. As she began making her way in my direction, my pants tightened in anticipation of seeing her up close tonight.

She stopped at the bot
tom of the stairs, her rage filled eyes piercing through mine. A small smile played at the corner of my lips. In some twisted way, I got a little bit of pleasure out of pissing her off. I could have sworn that she was going to come running at me, pointing her finger in my face, all angry like.