Chapter 20 Club Night III
SIENNA
Clubbing wasn’t as overrated as I thought. I hadn’t felt this free and peaceful in a while. Everybody was minding their business, except for a few drunk guys who stood behind us, being a nuisance. Once we shooed them off, they left without causing a fight.
Angel was a flirtatious pervert. Even though she was dancing with me, her eyes kept scanning every man’s chest, and she didn’t hesitate to wink at anyone showing interest. She left me every few seconds to start a conversation with someone and returned only to say there was something off about them.
She made my first experience at the club fun. We ordered a few glasses of red wine and downed them faster than I thought we would. Gosh! Is this how people change? Have I suddenly become a drunkard after a single day at the club?
My highlight of the night was the large, shiny mirror at the upper side of the hall. I loved it so much that I kept smiling at myself. Seeing myself act wild and crazy for the first time made it feel real. Fuck! Nobody should blame me if I become addicted after today. Nothing had felt this good in a long time… except…
I hissed and pushed the thought out of my head before I could dwell on it. Today was too good to taint with thoughts of him. He could die for all I cared. He had always been a problem, and thinking about him now would only invite chaos to my newfound peace.
“Angel, I need to visit the bathroom. Which way?” I asked when the urge hit.
“Oh! That way,” she said, and before I could respond, she was already dragged away by the new man she had been talking to. “I’ll wait for you here, Sienna. Take your time,” she shouted, waving.
I smiled, shook my head, and headed toward the bathroom. It was cleaner and less crowded than I expected. In fact, I only saw two women adjusting their makeup.
I entered one of the stalls and did what I needed to do.
However, as I stepped out to wash my hands, I was suddenly grabbed by a strong pair of hands. Before I could process what was happening, my back was pushed against the wall, and I was pinned there.
Fear gripped me. This club was full of unpredictable people, and anything could happen.
Just as I lifted my head to shout, my words caught in my throat. It was him—my proud boss, Lucian. Fear quickly morphed into anger, and a loud hiss escaped me.
“What are you doing? Are you mad?” I tried to push free, but he snatched my wrist and raised it to his face.
“Don’t act like you’re being forced when you’re the one who invited me, girl,” he whispered, piercing me with his lustful gaze. My face twitched.
“What nonsense are you spouting? Why would I invite you here? I didn’t even know you were in the club,” I denied. How could I invite someone I knew nothing about?
He scoffed. “Playing hard to get, huh? I get that you don’t want to seem cheap, but acting like this will only complicate things, girl.” He grunted and pinned both hands on the wall above my head.
“What are you saying, Lucian? How the hell did I invite you?” I growled, wriggling, but the harder I tried, the tighter his grip became. That despicable man was ruthless.
“You smiled at me, Sienna.” He grabbed my jaw with his spare hand and forced me to look into his eyes. His breath was erratic, mingling with his deep timbre. “You smiled at me and came toward the bathroom afterward. What does that mean? Isn’t that an invitation?”
I would have laughed if I weren’t in such a situation. He followed me just because I smiled at him? Was this a joke?
I chuckled. “I didn’t expect my smart boss to be this foolish,” I giggled. “You followed a woman to the bathroom just because she smiled at you? A woman you didn’t even inform about your presence? What if she was smiling at someone or something else?”
The funniest part was the misunderstanding. He probably thought I was looking at him, when in reality, I was admiring my reflection in the mirror. And he wouldn’t even listen calmly. It was as though his mind had been programmed to believe otherwise.
I jerked my head away from his grip. “Why would I even invite you here? Are you sure you’re not the one with the dirty thoughts, Mr. Lucian?” I pushed him away and twirled my wrists, which had been held too long and were starting to show marks.
“You’re lying, Sienna. Is this your way of humiliating me? Think carefully… I will not forgive you…”
“You haven’t answered my question. Why would I invite my boss to a public bathroom? I don’t need your help to wash my ass.”
He didn’t respond. Instead, he slowly closed the distance between us. The tension I had briefly relieved surged again. Each step brought him closer. My chest tightened. What if he…?
Before I could finish the thought, he snaked his arms around my waist and pulled me close. My breath hitched. Our bodies collided, sending sparks and sensual energy through me.
“Look at me,” his voice wafted into my ears. As if controlled, I lifted my gaze to his. My lips pursed and my throat bobbed. This was supposed to be uncomfortable—but why was I anticipating his next move? Why would I feel disappointed if he didn’t do what I expected?
“You lie a lot, Sienna,” he said and captured my lips with his. Fireworks exploded in my mind as our lips met. My knees weakened, and goosebumps overtook me. Holy fuck! He did exactly what I expected.
The kiss began slowly, but as tension rose, it became fast and rough. He bit my lower lip, and when I parted slightly to moan, he slipped his tongue inside my mouth. My whole body vibrated at even his slightest touch.
While our lips battled, his hands found their way to my breasts, cupping them once. I moaned into his mouth. My brain told me to stop before I regretted it again, but my body wouldn’t obey. I knew it was wrong, and letting it go further might trap me in him forever. Yet strangely, the thought of being in his grasp thrilled me. Crazy, right? I knew it was, and that was why I hated it.
He pinched my nipples softly, sending waves of sensual desire through my veins. What we were doing wasn’t enough anymore. I wanted more, and it seemed he was holding back.
“Lucian!” I moaned into his mouth, wrapping my hands around his neck.
My body shook as his fingers grazed my wet panties. “Fuck!” This was the part I had been waiting for.
Until he unexpectedly stopped. He broke away from me and stepped back.
I was shocked.