🎀CHAPTER 12🎀

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I look at Dorian thoroughly and I sink into silence. Thoughts threaten to drive me crazy.

Dorian, as if he understood what I was thinking, grabs me quickly by the hand, and I rise abruptly in his strong grip. He easily passes people on the dance floor and closes me in the men's room. He locks without regard for the rest of the world.

Does this mean that all male customers will be forced to go to the ladies' room?

I'm giggling under his senseless.

He's taking a decisive step toward me. I automatically pull back and put my hands on the washbasins with the big lighted mirror.

He's loosening his tie. He washes his hands in the sink and removes moisture with a little paper. He's turning his gray eyes into mine. He's breathing heavily. He's very serious; as if he's trying to figure out what I'm thinking.

I swallow dryly and moisten my lips with my tongue.

Dorian raises one eyebrow while he looks at my tongue. The dizziness of the drink is noticeable, but I'm conscious. I haven't said a word like it seems pretty normal that he locked me in the men's room.

He comes closer to me face to face. I'm melting inside me, and he can see that, but my body is stubbornly restrained. And it's his fault. A lot of things bother him, and that puts me in quarantine.

"Did you feel me?" he asks in a hoarse voice, and I come out of the erotic slumber so I can set myself up in dialogue.

"When?" I ask in a cartoonish voice, clearing my throat.

He's smiling sideways from the sound I made.

Jesus Christ...

"As long as you didn't see me; did you feel me?" he explains.

"Yes," I answer quickly. It's true.

"That's why I came," he says, and I think my legs are starting to shake.

Unconsciously I bow my head. Dorian doesn't let it happen, and his finger lifts my chin.

"Do you feel?" he asks.

I nod my head.

"I didn't hear you," he says imposingly.

"Yes," I stutter.

"Yes, what?"

"I feel," I say softly.

"Show it to me," he says and crosses his hands in a position of domination.

I take courage and touch his face. I breathe his perfume and I know that in less than a minute, he will be mine. Totally mine. I gently touch his lips with mine.

He makes a move to deepen our kiss, but I catch up to him and walk away with the look of the winner. I smile faintly, while Dorian stands still and lets me do whatever the fuck I want.

Although I have the upper hand, Dorian still dominates.

My eyes never leave his. I lower my hands and untie his leather belt. I open the button of his pants and lower the zipper.

He still has his hands crossed, and he expects me to show him what he asked for.

I'm taking down his black boxer shorts. I'm looking at his hard-on erection. I lift my menacing gaze at him, and I kneel. I close my eyes and caress with my cheek his erection. His penis goes across my face, and in one move my lips trap the upper part of it.

"Oops!" I say smiling. I plunge his erection slowly into my mouth.

Dorian unties his hands and grabs my shoulders. He joins his eyebrows while his penis hardens even harder. I make quick moves with my mouth and look at him. A groan comes out of the depth of his neck. He's breathing fast.

I take it all out of my mouth and I hold his hard penis only with my tongue. I look at him with longing and my eyes sting.

He's very horny, and he looks at me with a sort of curiosity that turns into a complaint. I'm giggling. He looks like the kid who got the candy out of his hands.

His patience is running out, I can tell by his quick breaths. I do it on purpose to make him crave me.

I know, it's stupid, but which woman wouldn't think the same thing right now? The ones who say no will be a lie...

I lick the top of his penis and drive him crazy. He tightens my shoulders more, and his look begs me to put it all in my mouth.

My lips pass along his penis very quickly, and I taste it to the fullest. "Reva..." I hear him say my name for the first time. He tilts his head back and finishes by grinding his teeth.

Before he can order me what I know, I first solve the question. I lick my lips like I'm saying I ate something delicious. He gets it right away. I'm lifting his boxer shorts and his pants.

"You know you'll have me inside you for twenty-four hours," he says with a sideways smile.

"I know, Dorian," I answer while I wash my hands and fix my makeup.

That's how excited he is that I'm gonna have his fluids in me. I'm giggling.

Dorian washes his hands and unlocks the toilet door. He grabs my hand, and we go back to the table we were sitting at. I find Marinell chatting with Ridge and Stephan.

"Stephan, we said something before," Dorian says.

"It's done."

"And why are you still here?"

"I took the papers to the casino and came back," Stephan says, clearly annoyed.

But Dorian's getting darker. The two men exchange sharp looks. Each one wants to send a message. The point is, which is this message? We're ordering more drinks.

"Dorian," I lean to his ear. "What papers were you talking to Stephan about?"

"I bought this club," he says comfortably.

"The King's? How come?"

"I like it," he says with apathy.

Ok, I know he's rich, but in the end, how rich he is?

"Welcome then," I say and look at Marinell.

She probably learned that from Stephan before when Dorian and I were... yeah, whatever. Her face is suddenly sour, but I don't know why yet.

Actually, from what we did back in the toilets, only Dorian was satisfied; but strangely, I was satisfied, too. Even though I didn't feel him inside me. I'm flushed, and I'm afraid that's what it looks like.

Marinell understands it and looks at me with a cunning look that makes things even more difficult.

I'm having my drink all at once while I watch this Claudine waitress eating Dorian with her own eyes. She'll know he's gonna be her boss.

I'm boiling inside me. I want to gouge out her eyes. And don't say I'm a cliché because I simply have a crush on him and I'm jealous. You understand that! I nod to her approach.

"Another drink, please!" I say in a strong tone and I put my foot on Dorian's.

I'm not counting on him getting mad right now. I don't care about anything. After all, is he mine or not? I'll be as jealous as I fucking like, and I don't care if he breaks up with me right now!

I'm very angry, it seems that, isn't it?

Claudine comes back with my drink and is more provocative in her behavior.

Ok, we're gonna mourn victims tonight.

"Claudine, have a drink from me with the rest of the staff," Dorian says.

She's smiling so widely, honestly, I'm gonna hit her! I want to give her such a slap in her face that her head from the many turns it'll take snap off, and pop out of the club.

Jesus Christ... is it ever possible for a crush to get you into such thoughts?

I know most of you have answered yes.

"Can I ask why you did this or will you be mad at me?" I ask Dorian in an aggressive mood.

He looks at me with apathy like I said something absurd to him. I snort from my nerves and he sees it.

"First, tell me what I did," he says in an ironic tone.

I know he's not one of those who give explanations, but right now I can't help myself.

"Why did you treat her to drink?"

"I treated all the staff, as you heard," now his tone is totally serious.

"Couldn't you do it another time?" I keep being aggressive.

Damned jealousy...

"I just bought this club, and with it, I also bought everything that moves in it. And in short, I won't report to you what I do with my business," Dorian says.

"Yes, I see. So you're also gonna get her to sit on your lap like Elva from the casino!" I dare tell him.

I can't stand him cheating on me, is that bad?

Dorian looks at me almost with a look of disgust and cuts off my legs.

All right, that's it. I lost him once and for all, didn't I? Just the thought makes me sick.

Dorian gets off the leather sofa almost unannounced. He's waving to the rest of them, and he's getting close to the bar.

Claudine kills herself to serve him. He smiles at her and shakes hands with her. He leans into her ear and tells her something.

He's coming back to our table by making a nod to Stephan. I'm stopping him.

"Dorian, where are you going?" I say by touching his hand.

He's pulling it back gently.

"You wouldn't be in this bad of shape if you knew when to quit," he says and disappears from my sight with Stephan.

So is this my punishment? Does he dump me and leaves like he never cared? He left me behind like a wreck. He saw how I was. When I sucked his dick, I was good, wasn't I?

I don't feel like I went too far. Are we, or aren't we, together? Before he got here, I was talking to Stephan. But that did not stop him from coming between us and interrupting our chatting. He got what he wanted.

What am I supposed to accept here? We'll be together, but he'll fuck other women when he wants to?

That's it, isn't it?

I must not tell him anything again. No scenes of jealousy, or words.

"What are you thinking?" Marinell is invading my thoughts.

"Nothing," I'm lying.

"You don't show it."

"Does it matter that I made a scene when he treated that bitch waitress?" I ask straight away like I'm getting rid of something heavy.

"What did you tell him?"

"I asked him why he treated her."

"And what did he say to you?"

"He said he treated all the staff, not just her. Because he bought the shop and consequently whatever moves in it," I say ironically, feeling a bitter taste in my mouth as long as I remember his words.

"Did he buy the people too?" Marinell says with the same irony. "Anyway, fuck him. I told you, it's not for you," she seals her word.

Meanwhile, Claudine is staring at us.

"Do you want to get on her nerves?" Marinell asks in response to my thought. She makes a sharp move with her hand and throws two glasses down.

Ridge is surprised.

"Oops!" Marinell says.

"You're always trouble," I say.

"Hey, girl?" Marinell's giving her a nod.

Claudine is approaching.

"Can you clean up and get us some more drinks?" she says, having mustered all the conceit in her tone.

"Sure!" Claudine says.

She brings a broom and picks up the broken glasses. She grabs the mop and cleans the spilled drink. She notifies the other waitress, and she brings us more drinks.

"And now what is your satisfaction?" I ask Marinell.

"I put that bitch to work. That's what she's paid for!" she answers me with apathy.

I'm having the last drink. We're getting out of here. Ridge is headed for his car. I don't want to go home. I'm on fire.

"Marinell, I'll see you tomorrow. Go with Ridge," I say.

"All right, watch the road. You've been drinking."

"I'm ok."

I wave to them and get in my car. I turn at the last minute on the second turn of the road to the casino. I need to see Dorian. We need to talk. He may be fine with the whole thing, but I'm not. How can I be?

I'm burning up and it's obvious, isn't it?

I'm nothing more than a strong passion that's suffering right now.

I'm suffering, Dorian, you hear me? My soul is asking him in silence.


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