by Layla Arts
“Good evening, Miss West,” Hadrian greeted me smoothly.
“Hadrian,”
He rolled his eyes for once, and then he reached his arm out. “May I have the honor to take you on a date?” Hadrian asked me seductively. A small smile appeared on my face.
I linked his arm with mine. I felt his bicep perfectly – he definitely worked out.
We walked downstairs, and I saw his beautiful Bentley parked there again. It surprised me that Hadrian didn’t have a chauffeur. Not that he needed to, but it wouldn’t be weird if he did.
The fact that Hadrian called this a date, made it rather uncomfortable for me. It felt as if he gave this dinner a different meaning. Personally, I didn’t see Hadrian as someone who I could date. He was good company, and often very straightforward. But to me, it was a friendly dinner.
Back in his office, I didn’t assume he was talking about a date. However, perhaps, I was overreacting. He could’ve used the term ‘date’, but have a different meaning compared to mine.
Hadrian opened the door for me, and I definitely knew he was doing his best. I thanked him and stepped inside his Bentley. I didn't understand that I, Vicky West, was currently sitting in one of the most expensive cars in the entire world. I traced with my fingers over the leather in the car, and I was stunned by how he could own this beautiful vehicle – I would be terrified to drive in it.
“You look insanely beautiful tonight.” Hadrian complimented me.
We locked eyes when he said that. As I stared into his eyes, I couldn’t help but notice how honest he was about his words. I felt my cheeks turning red, so I avoided his gaze as fast as I could. “I would be lying if I said you looked like shit,” I told Hadrian.
“You always know how to compliment people,” He stated sarcastically.
“I do,” I chirped proudly.
I was thankful that Hadrian made me more comfortable with that little remark.
I heard the engine start, and it gave me slight chills. The radio went on immediately, and a slow music was being played.
“What kind of music do you like?”
He moved his hand over the steering wheel, and I couldn’t help but found it somehow arousing? I blinked a few times to get myself back to reality.
“I’ve got a broad taste in music.” Hadrian turned left while he answered my question. “The majority of the people would think I only listen to the music we play at the Empire, but I dig the singer and songwriter music – and the use of the piano. For me, the music becomes so much more meaningful.”
When we waited in front of the traffic lights, Hadrian asked me what my favorite music could possibly be.
“I enjoy a variety of genres,” I said. “But I don’t like heavy metal. Strange to say, but I often get afraid of that type of music.”
“You do?” Hadrian asked for reassurance. I nodded as a response, and he laughed at me. “Music isn’t going to hurt you. It isn’t going to attack you, Vicky,” He told me teasingly, and I pushed him slightly.
“I know, but I just don’t prefer it. I don’t feel the music, and in my opinion, that is important,” I explained. I didn’t know if Hadrian even understood it, but it was the reason for not being a massive fan of heavy metal. “I don’t feel what I should feel when I listen to it.”
We arrived at the restaurant, and I saw there were a Porsche, Audi, Mercedes, and Lamborghini on the lot. Hadrian parked the car safely, and we both got out of it. I didn't feel sure about shutting the door from the car, cause I thought I could damage it. Hadrian definitely picked an impressive restaurant.
“Hello Mr. Smith, we are happy to see you again,” The waiter said to Hadrian.
“Is the table ready?”
“More than ready, sir,” He told us.
We got escorted towards our table. It was pretty crowded inside the restaurant, but it was very spacious. Luckily, because otherwise, everyone could join our conversation. The waiter shoved my chair away, and I thanked him for his genuine gesture. Hadrian was already seated across from me.
“I already ordered for us a few hours ago. We don't need to wait a lifetime for our food.”
I unfolded the napkin and placed it on my lap. “You really look beautiful, Vicky.” He complimented me again.
“Thank you, Hadrian.” Again, I felt my cheeks turning red. Something I always hated. I instantly felt like a tomato.
Our waiter returned with a bottle in his hands. “This is an old red wine from France. We have cherished this bottle for the past three years, and we can finally open it now. The taste will be spectacular, and outrageously strong.” I saw him filling the wine glass in front of me. “We will come by frequently to refill the glasses. And Mr. Smith?” Hadrian looked up at the young lad. “The food will be ready in five minutes.”
“Great.” Hadrian breathed out shortly.
When the waiter left, I reached over for the wine.
“You want me drunk?”
“That is up to you.” Hadrian made me clear. “I think you will be easier to talk to.”
“Oh, I surely will.” I joked around. I drank from the wine, and I was utterly surprised. It did indeed taste incredible – I licked my lips afterward. “This shit is good,” I said.
“Shit?”
“Wine, I mean.” I corrected myself formally.
“Again, you surprise me, Vicky,” Hadrian commented as he raised his glass.
The food Hadrian had ordered for us was insanely marvelous. It wasn’t typical for me to eat such expensive food. Hadrian had shared more stories about himself; like him coming here every month. He was a well-known customer, and they liked him here altogether. He told me that, at some point last year, he was eager to buy the restaurant. However, he canceled doing so because he realized he had no idea what he could add to this diner himself. Therefore he donated 50.000 dollars to the owner – he did have more knowledge regarding running a restaurant properly.
“It’s a good thing you stayed with the Empire,”I stated.
“Why?” Hadrian asked me, as he put a piece of beef in his mouth.
“I don’t think that you would be able to run two places at the same time.” I brought the glass toward my mouth. “No offense, though.”
“When people say no offense though, they somehow do offend you,” Hadrian commented.
“Don’t be stubborn right now. You know what I mean.”
Hadrian shrugged. “I don’t,” he lied to me. “Explain, Vicky.”
I sighed out of annoyance. “You’re already too occupied with the Empire, I don’t see you running another place too. It would get you more stressed.”
“Am I stressed out already then?” He raised an eyebrow at me playfully.
“It wouldn’t surprise me if you are,” I mumbled and drank the last bit of wine. I gestured the waiter to get back to our table.
Hadrian placed his cutlery beside his plate. He cleaned the corner of his mouth with the napkin he owned and folded his hands while staring at me. He licked his lips and scanned out my facial expression; I didn’t move an inch. “I am a master at multitasking,” he said, his voice thick with arrogance. “Do you think that I am lying?”
“I just don’t think you are speaking the exact truth.”
“That’s the same thing, Vicky.” Hadrian pointed out.
“No, it’s not.” I cleared up.
I thanked the waiter for the re-fill and began with spinning the wine around in the glass. As I focused on the liquor that was moving around, I noticed that he was waiting for my explanation. “You cannot always succeed when it comes to multitasking,” I said, but he disagreed with my words. “Sometimes your entire focus needs to be on one project. You will achieve your goals faster if you do so. And I think you should always stay true to whatever you love the most. If I look at myself, I didn’t go to college after I graduated. I couldn’t possibly combine dancing and studying for years. I knew that, if I’d study too, I’d regret it. I can always go back to college, but I will never have t
he suitable age to be a dancer. We both know that around a certain age it isn’t likely they’ll employ me. I won’t be as talented or appealing to the majority of the audience, and there is a younger and more flexible girl a call away. They’ll choose the latter instead of me.”
I didn’t realize how serious I had been talking about this subject. I was always incredibly realistic when it came to dancing in the future. To me, it was crystal clear that I’d never dance for a living my entire life. All of a sudden, explaining this to Hadrian felt different. I didn’t know how I could describe what I was currently feeling. Perchance, I had already given myself an explanation for when I wouldn’t be on a stage anymore – My heart ached at the thought.
“I get what you mean, Vicky.” Hadrian’s words made me snap back to reality. “Sometimes, we have to give up our dreams to continue with our lives.”
I made sure that this subject was changed within a couple of seconds. I didn’t feel the urge to talk further about quitting my dream job. I was aware of the fact that I was still very young. However, I knew that being able to dance for another 10 years could be a massive gift to me. Just looking at all the dancers of the Empire, I knew not all of us would stay there for the rest of our lives. We had to leave the Empire at some point, but I couldn’t fathom the thought of not standing on stage at the club I always wanted to dance at.
Thankfully, Hadrian tried to lighten the mood. Maybe he wasn’t the best at it, but he definitely made sure that we talked about a new subject than the future.
Hadrian chuckled softly. “I feel like there is still some kind of tension between us, because of what I said this morning,” Hadrian announced, and I avoided his eyes.
“Hadrian–”
“But I cannot promise it won’t happen again.” He admitted to me.
“Why do you say that all of a sudden? Because that is none of my business.”
“Because I don’t want to lie to you.”
“Perfect timing,” I remarked sarcastically.
I guess we had already started with our third bottle and things were getting easier. Hadrian and I were giggling non-stop because of the amount of beverage we had drank by now. I hadn’t felt relaxed like this since I moved to Los Angeles. Everything had been hectic besides the city itself.
“I need to bring you to the Empire after this dinner,” Hadrian spoke aloud.
“How come?” I asked with a raised eyebrow. I smelled the perfume I had sprayed on my wrist.
“Because your costume is ready for tomorrow’s show.”
“And I need to try it on?”
“You do,”he said with a slur.
“And you need to be there when I try it on?”
Hadrian leaned over the small table that was separating us from each other.
“I do,” Hadrian whispered temptingly.
I laughed bitterly in a soft tone and leaned back against the chair. “You keep surprising me, Hadrian,” I told him honestly. “It isn't that you're begging me on your knees to sleep with you.”
“I would do that if it made it easier for you,” Hadrian confessed.
“Please stay in your chair.”
My jaw dropped when I saw Hadrian standing up and adjusting his clothes. I covered my eyes with my hand and shook my head repeatedly. He wasn't really doing this in a restaurant.
I gulped down my drink, to calm myself down – this must be why people drank in the first place.
As Hadrian got down on his knees and held his laced hands in front of him. I couldn't even think of him ever being serious in his life. He was really sitting here in front of me – with pleading eyes in all seriousness.
“Dear Vicky West,” Hadrian started, and I looked at him with raised eyebrows. “Would you do me the honor to make you feel alive?”
I laughed loudly and looked back at Hadrian who was still kneeled in the same position. He really meant this whilst I couldn't think straight at this moment.
I knew he had this all planned out. But did I wanted to object? Somehow, the alcohol, made me want to give in; go home with Hadrian and end this evening in a good way.
Even so, something in me was holding me back. I just didn’t know the right thing to do.
Make the girl drunk, bring her home, and shag her in every fucking angle of the house.
I gestured Hadrian to come closer.
“Who's house?” I asked him in a whisper.
A smirk appeared on his face, he finally got what he wanted.
“Mine,” Hadrian said.
He laid money on the table, even more than he had to, and escorted me to his Bentley.
I felt a warm breath against my ear, and I saw Hadrian licking his lips.
It was quite a turn on.
I didn’t know if my body reacted this way towards him because of the sexual tension that was already present for a few days – or that it happened because of the amount of alcohol that was streaming through my blood. I wished it was the latter.
I was back to the real world when I heard Hadrian whispering the words in my ear he wanted to say.
“I have got plenty of room back home.”
05
Hadrian Smith
Adrenaline pumped through my body.
I held the steering wheel firmly, while I drove back to my house. Vicky was sitting next to me, and I was repeating every action that had happened throughout these days. I didn't need to please myself because of her; she could please me this time. I had to stop thinking about the wonders she could do to me or else, I might go insane for the whole ride.
For me, it was unusual to be chasing a girl for a few days. She was the first, and definitely the last. It took me so much effort to get her and plan everything out. But now I got what I wanted.
I felt like I’ve obtained victory, and I didn’t want to get rid of it. My heart was beating rapidly. I was driving too fast, but Vicky didn’t object about the speed.
The sky was dark, and somehow it made me even crave her more at this time. Her hands traveling over my body was a feeling of extreme pleasure I longed for. Then a very important question came into my head, and I needed to ask her this hurriedly.
“You're on the pill, right?” I questioned Vicky eagerly.
“Of course, I am. Why?” she asked me, taken aback by my sudden question.
“I’m not ready to become a father.” I shrugged in a manly way.
“Don’t worry,” she spoke softly, I almost didn’t hear her.
I didn’t want to be in an awkward situation soon. Otherwise, we weren’t able to enjoy it thoroughly. Well, actually I wouldn’t be entirely experiencing pleasure if her intentions were something else.
We arrived at my house. I saw the dim lights in the front yard, lighting up my house. The white modern mansion was definitely my most favorite house I had ever owned. I parked the Bentley in the garage safely and stumbled to the passenger seat to get Vicky out of it. She stepped out of the car in a way more elegant than I did.
“Is this your house?!”
“This is just the garage, I will show you around.”
If I'd do this house tour expeditiously fast, we would be in the kitchen in no time. I grabbed Vicky's empty hand and intertwined our fingers. Somehow, there rushed an unknown shock through my body that I couldn’t put my finger on.
Hastily, I shook the random thought out of my head and pushed the door open. The garage locked automatically so I wouldn’t have to focus on that part of the house.
Firstly, we arrived in the living room, and it was not that big, but Vicky's mouth was widely opened. I slowly let her hand go, and I went over to the mini bar. I grabbed two glasses and filled them with my favorite scotch.
“Why do you have four televisions?” I heard Vicky asking me from a distance.
“Because I don't know what to watch sometimes.” I shrugged it off.
“And that's why you bought four of them?” She cocked her head to the right.
“Why not?” I questioned her this time. I liked to
know her thoughts.
“Because it's a waste of money.” She made it clear.
“Nothing is a waste of money when I buy it. See it as an investment for the future.”
I made my way to Vicky and handed her the scotch. I grabbed her hand and pulled her with me further into the house. We didn’t need to be in the living room any longer. I showed her the rooms quickly; gaming room, small club, wine cellar, bathrooms, the pool, hot tub outside, the tennis court and lastly, my kitchen. I was proud of it, and I couldn't wait to use it.
Vicky was leaning her hands on the counter, her back facing me. I took a deep breath. I could already smell her perfume scent from a distance – it smelled really favorable. With my hands, I held both of her shoulders. Her skin felt like a soft satin duvet which you wanted to touch over and over again. I leaned closer to her and breathed out warm air against her flawless skin.
I felt her shiver. I pressed my lips on her exposed shoulder, and Vicky leaned to the left side, giving me more access. I placed tender and passionate pecks against her neck and traveled up to her jawline. I saw how Vicky was parting her lips.
Personally, I like it when women were reacting like this, once I felt them. She was getting weaker and weaker, which made it easier for me to get it within a few minutes. I moved my hand that rested on her right shoulder down to her waist and gave it a squeeze, while I was still kissing her jawline.
With my strength, I made her turn around to face me. Her back was against the kitchen counter, and her hands were resting on my chest. I remembered how I imagined her hands to touch me, but it was a hundred times better at this moment.
“Hadrian,” Vicky moaned smoothly.
Holy shit. She was so hot.
“Vicky,” I said and planted a delicate kiss on the corner of her mouth – I wanted all of her right now.
“Stop, please,” Vicky told me.
“Why?” I questioned as I went through with kissing her. Her words drifted away from my mind instantly, because I only had my focus on feeling her. Vicky was so pure. I had to have her.