Deciding to do exactly that, I drain the glass and place it on the counter before I pay for my drinks and then leave the premises. There’s another club, not too far from here that’s less upscale, and a lot more lively. I’m hoping to find some fun, and a few more drinks before I head home for the night. I need to find someone willing to have some no strings fun and get some of this pent-up desire out of my system. I’m hoping a quick, hot fuck will do the trick.
I’m way overdressed for a nightclub, so I strip off my tie, flick open the top button of my shirt and roll up the sleeves on my jacket and shirt. I’m still dressed too formally, but at least I won’t stand out quite so much now. I’ve always seemed to draw attention wherever I go, but I don’t need the whole damn club staring at me when I walk through the doors. Approaching the bouncer, I flash my ID and wander into the club, which is bustling with people and music so loud the floor is vibrating with the bass.
My heart thuds in time with the beat, and I let it roll through my body until my blood is pulsing with more energy than I’ve felt in a long time without finishing the night with blood on my hands. That’s not my intent tonight, I want to have some fun, unwind, and get laid. I relax my body and move in time to the heavy music thumping through the club, losing myself in the writhing mass of dancing bodies. How long has it been since I truly let go?
I shed the weight of expectation and propriety and allow myself to enjoy this moment of freedom from everything that has ever tied me down and held me captive to the life I was born into. I’m sweating by the time I venture over to the bar for a drink. The buzz from the alcohol I drank at The Society club is fading, replaced by the adrenaline sizzling through my blood, but the heat from so many people in such a confined space has left me parched. I lean on the wooden bar and order a drink, taking a moment to catch my breath and slow my racing heart. Draining the glass, I feel the delicious burn of the alcohol mixed with the chill of the ice in my throat, and enjoy the warm flavor hitting my taste buds.
Looking down at the people lined up along the bar, some waiting to be served, and others like me, taking a moment away from the dance floor to watch and catch our breaths. I meet the eye of a pretty brunette at the other end of the bar and when I wink at her she blushes and smiles back at me. Encouraged, I weave through the crowd of people until I’m standing right beside her.
Leaning close, I whisper in her ear, loud enough to be heard over the music, but not loud enough for anyone else to hear. “Wanna have some fun?”
She turns her head and brushes her lips over mine in acceptance of my invitation. I grab her hand, leading her around the edge of the club in search of a more private area. We go through a door and into a narrow hallway that’s surprisingly empty. She kisses me again, and I oblige her hungry mouth. I run my hands over the soft curves of her body, relishing the breathy moans when I cup her tits and run my thumbs over her nipples through her dress. She drops her hands from my shoulders and fumbles with my zipper, freeing my cock.
I’ve barely lifted the hem of her dress when a voice cuts through the moment and tears me out of it. “You’re not supposed to be out here, get out!”
I look up at the angry face of the bartender and let the girl go. She scurries away back through the door and disappears into the crowd. I quickly rearrange myself, and scowl at the man in front of me.
“I don’t suppose you’d be willing to finish what she started?” I smirk, eyeing him up and down.
The haze of the alcohol loosens my tongue and inhibitions, and I gesture at my still hard cock, while staring him dead in the eye.
“As tempting as that may be, I’ve a job to do,” he snaps, and gestures at the door leading back into the madness of the club.
“Maybe some other time,” I growl, narrowing my eyes at him and then push past him and reenter the fray of moving people.
The girl is long gone, and I’m no longer in the mood to try and score another potential fuck. As I step out into the cool night air, the alcohol buzz sets in, making my thoughts swim. I’m coherent and cognitive enough to order an uber to get me home, but this little trip is over. I’m angry, drunk, disappointed, and unsatisfied, everything I was before I stepped into the building behind me. This was a complete waste of time; I’m done for the night.
Chapter Twelve
Ethan
A crash in the hallway jerks me out of sleep and I grab the heaviest object at hand—one of my boots—before venturing slowly out of my bedroom. Who the fuck would be stupid enough to break into the Johnson property, and why haven’t the security alarms gone off? Or maybe they’ve figured out who I am and they’re coming to finish me off. I discard that last thought. If whoever it is has broken in to kill me, they would’ve been a hell of a lot stealthier about it.
“Fuck,” a familiar voice slurs, and
