Chapter 70 On the dance floor
I down the glass of champagne, signalling to the waiter to give me another one, and he places one in front of me with a wink.
I'm standing here with a wet fucking pussy after Miguel left me high and dry in that toilet.
Where the hell is he?
I messaged him earlier to let him know I'm going dancing with the other dancers, but I never told him where I'm going.
How did he know I was here?
Is he tracking my phone?
And why am I not mad about it?
Simon pushes through the crowd, a big smile on his sweaty face. He's pulling a handsome Korean guy behind me and stops before me.
"This is Juho! He wants to dance with you."
My glass stops midway to my mouth. Juho waves at me from behind him. If I dance with this guy tonight, my ass will be on fire later tonight.
I learned last time that Miguel Cargill doesn't make idle threats. If he says he's gonna do something, he does it.
"Don't overthink this, girl." Simon says. "The best way to get over someone is to get under someone else."
So I place my glass in Simon's hand, and takes the waiting Juho's hand, leading him to the dance floor.
His hands immediately goes to my hips when I turn my back on him, and I swivel my hips seductively in his groin. My eyes scan the crowd, but I don't see him.
Where could he be hiding, if he's taller than most of the people in here?
I know I'm making him mad right now, dancing with someone else.
What is he going to do? Will he rip the clothes off my body trying to get to my ass? Or will he be calm, and tell me to lie down an take it?
I'm getting even wetter in the arms of another man, and I turn around and fling my arms around Juho's neck who winks down at me.
"You want to go back to my place?" He asks in a good English accent. "I don't live far from here."
I wag my finger flirtatiously at him. "Don't be a naughty boy."
He lowers his head so that his mouth reaches my ear. "I can be as naughty as you want."
I laugh and spin around again.
Did Miguel see that? Did he see this guy talking in my ear? Will he be jealous? Will he punish me hard? Will he be there when I get back to the hotel?
I'm yearning to find out.
I leave the guy on the dance floor and go to Simon who is talking and laughing at the bar.
"I'm gonna head out."
"Are you leaving with the hot dude?" He waggles his eyebrows at me. "Just hit it girl!"
I laugh. I want to shout it at the rooftop that I'm already hitting it with an insanely hot guy, but the secret is mine.
And I love it.
"No, I'm going to the hotel, it's just a walk away."
"Will you be fine?" He asks in concern. "I can walk with you."
"No, please stay, enjoy yourself." I wave at the group before grabbing my coat and leaving the club.
Outside, the streets are still busy, even though it's cold.
Is he following me right now?
I glance behind me, but he's not there, so I quicken my pace. Once inside my room, I take off my clothes, and get into the shower. I halt when I get out and see Miguel leaning against the wall looking like a dark angel with his signature black attire.
"Do you have a keycard to the room?" I finish towel-drying my hair, waiting for him to say something but he just stands there with his arms folded looking at me with an unreadable expression.
This means trouble. He warned me what would happen, didn't he? Yet, I chose to antagonize him, because I want it. I love the softer side of him that told me his true feelings, but I missed this part. The intense part, where I don't know what he's gonna do.
I drop the towel I'm wearing, and reach for pyjamas, but Miguel moves so quickly and soundlessly, grasping me around the neck with a controlled rage.
My mouth drops open as he squeezes slightly, his ocean-blue eyes blazing down at me as he clenches his jaw.
"Why did you let another man touch what's mine." He says in a low voice, his eyes going to my mouth. "I warned you, didn't I?"
"I.... I...." The words can't come out, so I lick my dry lips.
Miguel's eyes narrow as he studies me. "You want it, don't you? You want me to tear your little asshole apart before you leave, make me crazy."
I shake my head in denial, but he knows I'm lying, and he spins me around so that my back is glued to his front.
"You must be very careful what you ask for. Next time you disobey me, I will tie you up, and spank you until your ass is red and swollen. Then I will fuck your little asshole until you beg me for mercy."
"Then fuck me." I'm already panting. "Fuck my asshole, please."