Chapter 117 Rumors - Bella

Chapter 117 Rumors - Bella
I'm stoked for Fiona. Dante really likes her, and he's been holding her hand ever since we got in Frank's car. It's the sweetest fucking thing ever.
And I don't even do sweet.
Asshole Elio has been been acting really fucking weird lately, always touching me. The worst part? I don't not like it. Maybe it's because I haven't fucked in a while. That has to be the reason. Usually when I get the itch, I pick up some guy in the club and solve the problem.
No feelings, no strings.
It's been working for me ever since I had this romantic notion when I was a teenager that Elio was my happily ever after. He fucked me over, so I fucked someone else. He showed me not to trust a guy, so I used them instead.
He's standing behind me at the bar now, while we're waiting for our drinks, his arms bracketing me in while he's talking to Dante about boxers. As if this is natural, like it's supposed to be this way.
I need to get laid, and soon, maybe in the club bathroom. Pick up some college kid who thinks he got lucky for the night, and make him pound into me the way I like it.
I move slightly, and Elio's hand comes away from the bar and grips my hip, his fingers digging into my flesh and sending electric jolts to my toes.
This can't be happening. I can't get these fucking feelings for him. I can't go back to that girl crying over the boy she loved who cheated on her, and then proceeded to tell her they weren't really dating. It broke me at sixteen, I won't let him break me again.
Our drinks luckily arrive, and I grab my beer from the counter and gulp the cold liquid down, hoping it will fix my frayed edges.
"You want to dance?" Fiona's sweet voice asks me from my side, and I nod. Anything to get away from him.
I leave my beer on the counter, and grab her hand, leading her to the dance floor, and simultaneously scouting some potential.
Fiona is sweet and shy, but the girl sure knows how to transform when she gets dressed and how to let loose on the dance floor. I'm not gonna lie, I even miss the teenage wife tonight.
Ever since Elio and high school, I made sure not to get too close to people who are not my family. Maybe I hold grudges a little too tightly, but the only people who won't let me down is my family, and I have a hard time letting other people in.
Fiona's eyes widen when a guy starts dancing a little too close to her, his hands landing on her hips.
"That one is taken." I shout to him over the music with a wink.
He doesn't look too bad, not the dark hair and piercing dark eyes I prefer, but for a quick fuck in the bathroom, he can do.
He's smart too, because he quickly gets the message and moves to stand behind me instead, his hands landing on my hips and pulling my ass into his crotch.
Bingo. Found the perfect candidate for the night.
I lean over and pull Fiona into me. "I think I'm gonna go play with this one for a while. Go back to Dante."
She looks a little unsure to leave me alone, but I like to think of myself as a viper. I know how to take care of myself, and I strike when I need to. She nods, and I watch her walking back to Dante at the bar, not finding Elio there anymore. Where the fuck did the asshole go? He's probably getting one of the girls who gladly lifts their skirts for him.
Well....
I turn around, and throw my arms around my companion for the next ten minutes, smiling seductively at him before putting my lips against his ear. "Feel like fucking?"
The guy's eyes go round like saucers, not believing his luck or that he didn't even have to work for it. "What?"
"I'm going to the bathroom, the men's bathroom." I whisper in his ear. "I'll be in the first stall, knock three times, and don't let me wait too long."
Unfortunately, I don't do this often, maybe every few months or so, but sometimes the dildo doesn't do the job, and you feel like a male body holding onto you while he fucks you. Tonight is one of those nights. I cum, he cums, problem solved.
I always choose the men's bathroom, it's usually not crowded, and the stalls are cleaner than in the ladies'. This is also the familia's club, and Vincent sure splurged on luxury.
The men in the bathroom don't even bat an eye when I walk right past them and into the stall, and I wait, already taking my thong off, and getting the condom out of my small purse.
Three knocks on the door, and I open.
Only, it isn't the guy from the dance floor sliding his body through the opening.
No.
Elio's dark eyes flash in anger as he looks at me, locking the door with finality behind him.
"Rumor has it you wanna get fucked."