“No; I just never saw them at one of your parties before.” She plastered on a false smile that you could see from a mile away. “I’ll be right back, don’t go anywhere.” He took my hand in his. I was speechless so I just move my head up and down to let him know I’ll be here. I couldn’t believe he jumped to our defense, I figured he would leave us to the firing squad.
As soon as Ryan was out of hearing distance Michelle and Samantha came closer and said, “Don’t get used to being here, this will be your first and last invite. Next time he invites you, you’d better decline or you’ll say goodbye to your job at the club,” she said looking at me like I was beneath her. This bitch must be losing her fucking mind thinking she can tell me what to do. So I smiled as fake as she was and whispered “I don’t work for you, and if he does invite me again you can bet your asses I will be there enjoying every minute of it. Now if the only way you think you can hold on to him is by threating me then, I guess he is really not yours, because if he is; then you have nothing to worry about now do you?” Walking off, leaving both of them seething through their teeth looking at me like I just grew two heads. I might be a-nobody in their opinion, but I was not going to stand and let then bully me telling me what I can or can’t do, hell fucking no.
“What was that all about?” Jules asked when we walked off.
“I don’t know, I guess me being here bothers them more than it should. I know she wants to say more, but she won’t push, not here anyway, but I will be expecting an interrogation later. We walked over to the other side of the hall trying to avoid bumping into those two bitches again for the night. I saw a couple of Ryan friends, the ones I usually see him with at the club. They were laughing and talking and I couldn’t help but wonder if they were talking about me. They probably see the way I stare at him at the club, so they know I have a crush on him. I would say I’m in love with him, not that I would admit it, but what the hell do I know about love? I’ve never had a boyfriend and it’s not like home life is anything that replicates that emotion. All I know is the bad examples from my folks that I won’t repeat.
I felt the hair on the back of my neck stand up creepily, and when I looked over I saw Michelle, Samantha, and Chloe Henson talking and looking at me. Chloe was Ryan’s ex-girlfriend. There’s something about her, but I just can’t put my finger on it. I see the way she looks at him, well it could be that she’s missing what she let get away; I know I would. By the look on their faces I guess I should start watching my back at the club. Those bitches were about to become the biggest pain in my ass imaginable to man. I see a guy in the corner looking at Jules with lust on his face. I turned around and saw that her eyes were locked with his and I thought shit this is a bad idea. I know she is rebelling right now, but I just don’t want her to find herself in any shit with any of these people. Shaking her shoulders, to get her attention away from him I said “I don’t think you want to go there, that would be a bad idea.” Creasing her brow she met my eyes “Like falling for Ryan is a bad idea?” I answered her truthfully, “Yes.” And I left it there. I didn’t want to talk about that here. I know how these people are and she doesn’t. It’s not like I’m not walking down the same path of doom, but I can handle it; at least that’s what I keep telling myself.
I’ve been condemned from the moment I was born. I could hear my father telling me, “You’re nothing and you will never be anything except a good lay for some unfortunate bastard.” Tears coming to my eyes thinking how my father keeps beating into my head over and over again that I will never go to college. According to him, college was too good of a place for me. The only thing I could go there for was to lie on my back to relieve the stress of the athletic department. Looking at Julie beside me I said, “I’ll be right back I’m just going outside for a bit to clear my head.” All those fucking insecurities that he planted in my head are surfacing and I won’t let them. She didn’t ask me anything, just nodded. Pushing my way through the sweaty bodies of people to get outside, just so I can get some fresh air. When I reached outside I walked to the far end of the fence. It was dark back here, so I know I wouldn’t be easily seen from the house and right now I wanted to just sit and be by myself for a little while. All that crazy shit my father used to say just got to me.
Finally calming down, anxiety in check, I felt the light wind blowing cooling me down and it was refreshing. I don’t know how long I sat there lost in my thoughts. I was enjoying the freshness when I heard footsteps coming up behind me; I look over my shoulder to see who it is. I was in shock at the person I saw standing looking back at me.
“H…Hey, Ry… Ryan, what are you doing out here?” I uttered in a weak voice. Confused as to why he would follow me out here. “I want to ask you a question, and don’t lie to me. Do you have a boyfriend?” Where the hell did that come from; why would he want to know if I do or not. What is it to him? I was about to give a smart-assed reply, but instead I answered “No, I don’t have a boyfriend.” He seemed as if was trying to figure out if I was lying or hiding something, because he just kept staring at me. Though we were outside, the space seemed smaller with him standing here; I could feel the beating of my heart picking up speed. I saw the bedlam written all over his face.
I was unable to move as I watched him walk towards me, trapping me where I stood by the bushes. There was no way of escaping him. His eyes held mine, so intense, dropping to my lips. I felt my body tingle with awareness. He smiled, knowing exactly what he was doing to me. “I h-have to get back to my friend,” I said weakly, not really wanting to leave. But I sure as hell wasn’t about to let him know that. If I stay he will see how he’s affecting me. I don’t think I could handle his rejection right now if he was not feeling the same. “I can’t seem to get you out of my head.” He whispered as he leaned in closer. Did he just say what I think he said? I know I must be hearing things, because why would I be in his head? Why would he be thinking about me? The wind blew and I could smell him; oh God; he smells so good. His scent was like fresh linen and ocean breeze and something else that was uniquely him. I was so lost in what he was doing; just his presence has me flustered. “I…I’m sorry.” I heard myself say even though I didn’t know what I was apologizing for, he’s making me so nervous, I can’t even think straight.
He is so close, I want to push him away, at the same time I want to kiss him…before I could finish that thought he bent his head and crushed his mouth to mine. Thank you Lord, this is what I’ve been dying to feel all these years and now it’s finally happening. I needed to get the hell out of my head and enjoy this. It may be a lapse in his judgment, but regardless I wanted to enjoy it, because it may never happen again. I can analyze it later.
His kiss was hard and desperate, at the same time it was full of passion. As his kiss deepened, his tongue was moving in and out, like he was discovering new and unfamiliar territory. His tongue continued to stroke in and out awakening sexual desires I didn’t even know existed within me. He groaned softly as I pressed against him, and he wrapped his arms around my waist shifting me closer to him. Feeling him pulling me tightly against his body, I stopped resisting and sighed in submission and kissed him back with a fire I never knew I possess.
I have been kissed before, but I’ve never responded with such uncontrollable emotion. Winding my arms around his neck, I leaned in even closer making my whole body blend with his. I groaned as he plunged his tongue into my mouth. He deepened the kiss, which I didn’t think was possible. The noise from inside broke me from my reverie reminding me where I am. Breaking away from the kiss, and taking a step back to put some well needed distance between us, “Ryan what are you doing? I don’t think this is such a good idea.” I heard my voice ask, but in my heart I knew it was perfect. I closed my eyes as I quivered in front of him trying to reel in my disappointment from the look on his face. When I open my eyes, I caught his eyes travelling down my body, looking at my hardened nipples as they stood erected against my sheer top. Feeling self-conscious at my reaction to him,
I folded my arms over my chest to hide the evidence that I desired him. Yet it was only getting stronger with each lingering look he gave me. “Why do you look so embarrass?” He asks.
“Maybe because I’m…I wasn’t expecting you to…um… you know.”
“To kiss you and I do recollect you kissing me back.”
“I know I wasn’t expecting that to happen.”
“What, you kissing me back?”
“No…not that…I mean, just for the um… you know…for it to happen,” I fumbled. I could see that he was smiling at me knowing he was the cause of my flustering and then he smirked, “I am not sorry it happened.”
“What would your parents think? What are your friends going to think? You know they would not approve of you fraternizing with me. What would Samantha think, aren’t you guys together?” I was spouting off questions that I didn’t want the answers to, but I needed him to think about what he was doing, how it was going to affect his and my life if he kept at it.
“Why are you asking those questions, is it because my parents have money? And guys like me don’t go after girls like you, is that what you are trying to tell me?” My lips parted in shock wondering how to answer his question without sounding pathetic. I’ve wanted Ryan for so long, but I don’t want to fool myself into thinking that I can have a life with him even after that kiss. We are from different worlds and in the real world people like me don’t end up with people like him, regardless of what we want. He was standing there waiting for me to say something, he run his tongue over his lips, my eyes lowered watching his every move, and a shiver ran through my body wanting to feel his lips on mine again. I need to get my mind under control.
Looking up at him I could tell he was angry and turned on all at the same time. He seemed to be fighting which emotion he wanted to act on. He looked like he wanted to kiss me and slap me all at the same time. I was feeling a little frightened with the intense look coming from his eyes. “No…yes…I mean why would you want to be with me? I have nothing to offer…not saying by you kissing me that you want to be with me. I mean people like you just don’t go around kissing people like me right? I didn’t mean for it to come off like… you know…I don’t know; I just don’t want you to use me trying to prove a point or win a bet or whatever this is that you are doing.”
“I see you think poorly of me, based on what you just said and I don’t like that. Evelyn I’m not playing any games here, I want to get to know you and I would like the opportunity to change your opinion of me.” I must say I like the sound of my name rolling of his tongue; it was stroking a type of heat between my thighs that I’ve never experienced with just hearing my name. “Ok, I’ll take you at your word that you are not playing any games, and I will give you the opportunity to change what I think of you. Fair?” I was jumping for joy inside, wanting to spend time with him wanting to get to know him better, the real him instead of the rumors around the club.
“Fair” he smiled.
Ryan Chapter Two
I’ve fucked around with a lot of girls, they know what I want and what to expect. They come, get fucked and are on their way. No confusion, no expectations… well girls always have some expectations. Each one thinks they can be the one that can change me, but I know what they’re after. They don’t want me; they want what I can give them. I walked in the club with Michelle and Samantha. Samantha and I have been on again off again for a while now, but it’s nothing serious to me at least. To my parent that’s a whole different story. They love her and they have been planning our future ever since we got together. She and I have messed around and sometime she will let Michelle join us. I enjoy what we do, but I’m not committed to any one of them or any other girl for that matter. I’m free to do what I want and with whom I choose, I love to fuck and they enjoy getting fucked.
The first time I saw Evelyn Summers was the day she got hired three years ago. I was sitting on the terrace with a few of my buddies when I saw her across the room. She had the most sincere, the most expressive eyes I’ve ever seen gawking back at me. It was like she was in a trance standing there staring with her mouth open. There was an innocence to her that I was drawn to, calling to me. It was pussy-ish, but that’s how it felt. There was just something about her that captivated me instantly. I’m sitting there, looking at this girl, thinking how stunning she is, she looks to be about 5ft 8 inches, her skin looks smooth… soft and delectable. She is skinny with curves, man she is sexy as hell and her eyes, yes I can’t get over her eyes. She has these gorgeous hazel eyes. They say the eyes are the windows to the soul and hers were just that, and they called to me. Her long curly black mane draped down her back and I’m sitting there thinking how it would feel when I run my fingers through it. How I’m going to grab it as I take her from the back. I thought to myself who’s this girl and what is she doing to me? This shit never happens to me, not even with Chloe and she was a catch.
It has taken me this long to approach her I saw her as I came out of the pool with Samantha. I walked up to her and told her I was throwing a party and was inviting her. She looked as if she was going to say no at first, so when she accepted I was thrown for a loop. I know she saw me and Samantha messing around when we came out of the pool. I could tell it bothered her as it was written all over her face and her body posture. I filed that aside for now because I’m so happy that she agreed to come to my party. I got her number so I could text the address to her, before she hightailed outta there like she was on fire.
I looked back; Sam caught me looking at Ev; in a way that says I’m interested. She didn’t look too pleased about that. Before she could open her mouth to say something I said, “Don’t be a snob, I’m not dealing with your shit tonight.” Sam looked at me like I just turned into an alien or something. She always wants to play the jealousy shit and I’m not up for it at all. She knows we are not in a relationship, but she wants everyone to think that we are, I really don’t know what she gets out pretending we are something we are not. She came closer to me and said, “The way you were striping her with your eyes, with me standing right here was fucking rude. Not to mention it’s not like she fits the profile of girls you normally go for. She works at the club for God’s sake, what the hell are you thinking?”
“That’s fucking enough! Not the girls I normally go for? Maybe I need a fucking change from the girls I usually go for then,” I say as I walked off.
What is going on with me? I just snapped at Sam in front of everyone. Evelyn is affecting me more than I can handle, that’s why I tried to stay away most of the time. I could feel the pull she is having over me every time I’m near her and I have to get a grip on myself before I lose it. This path…these things that I’m feeling when I’m around her are not something that I want to entertain. Not to mention my parents would never go for it, she would not fit in with the type of people my parents want me with, like Samantha, Chloe, even Michelle, people who have lots of money. Grabbing my things from my locker, I got in my car and headed home. I need to get my mind right for the party tonight.
The party is booming and everyone is enjoying themselves. I few girls vying for my attention, which I normally entertain, but not tonight. There’s only one person I want to see and that thought is not sitting well with me. As I made my rounds I saw Evelyn and her friend standing by the door looking like they wanted to make a run for it. I walked over trying to get her to relax a bit by asking her if she was planning to make a quick escape. She introduced me to her friend, and I must say they are both knock-out gorgeous. She’s the more gorgeous of the two, but Julie would give the guys here a run for their money, and they have a lot of that. The girls they look so uptight, nothing outta place, fake boobs, lip injections, nose jobs all the cosmetic experiments there is, someone here has done it. Evelyn and her friend are natural beauties from the wrong side of town, that’s the only thing it seems they have going against them. Sam and Michelle came over wanting to know who invited them, as though this is their party. When I said that I did;
I saw the surprise as they tried to hide it behind their plastic smiles and false concerns. I told Eve I’d be right back when I saw my buddy Mitch calling me over.
I already knew why he called me over before I even got there. He was checking out Evelyn and her friend, so were all the guys; I see the hunger written all over their faces. As soon as I reach over to the guys Mitch asks “Who are those girls?” I laugh, because I knew he would.
“That’s Evelyn and her friend I invited them over.” I heard Frank whispering to Tom that they were hot as fuck. I looked over at him, but didn’t say anything, because I didn’t want to hear any shit from them, or for it to get back to my folks. But needless to say I was not happy my friends were checking out my girl. Whoa what the hell, why am I thinking like this? Putting claims on Evelyn. I know I want her and the more I look around and see the guys admiring her. I know I need to make my move soon so she knows who she belongs to. I want her to be mine, and mine she will be.
I watched Evelyn walking through the crowd, the way she is walking it looks like she is looking for an escape. I excused myself from the guys to follow her I didn’t want her to leave. I watched her walk over to the gazebo in the back and I walked up behind her. I could tell she was deep in thought and didn’t hear me coming up behind her. She turned around and she was stuttering trying to get her head clear. I wanted to kiss her so badly, but before I did, I wanted to know if she had a boyfriend. When she said no I moved in and kissed her I could not hold back any longer. I’ve been dying to taste her for so long, and now that I have I know that I won’t be able to give it up.
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