I watched as he stepped away from his crowd. He approached our table with a huge smile. “You coming home or going out tonight?” Scott asked Davien.
“Coming home.” He instantly answered “Avery’s comin’ over right, Natalia” He looked at me with question in his brows. My eyes widened in surprise. I promised Natalia to have a girl’s night out at the bar. What the hell did I have to do with whether or not Davien came home that night? I was only supposed to be checking out The Pits again and returning home.
I stood from my chair as I held on to the table. “Uh not tonight. I can’t. I really need to get home.” I watched Natalia as I hoped for her to answer the same way. This was supposed to be another innocent night. I had not only danced with the most amazing man in the world, not only shared a very intimate moment with him as he brushed whispers of songs into my ear, he pulled me to the stage to sing a personal song that he intentionally directed to me. But now I was completely wasted and my knees were shaky. In fact Davien grabbed my waist at one moment,steadying me as I stood next to the table, waiting for Natalia's answer.
His touch against my body as he held me against him, caused me to question my thoughts. Davien's hand never left my body. Soothing me to calm my drunken moves, he caressed at my shoulder, then trailed his fingers down my back. Stopping at my lower back, he continued circling repeatedly as we listened to the rest of the group. His hand eventually dropped to my butt where he gripped to one cheek. At one moment as he traced my rear, his hand lowered enough to touch my very upper thigh. When he realized where he had gone, he quickly pulled up. Without intentions, his fingers caught at the hem of my dress and he fought to pull his hand from under my clothes. When I looked at his face, he made no expression for anyone to see, but I knew what he was doing. We both knew, even though I was tipsy. His hand guided my dress back in place.
“C’mon, Avery. You can’t say you’re not having fun.” She was right, she was always right I was having the time of my life. But I needed to get home. I was sure Anthony had been calling me all night and I was already making my plans of what I would tell Anthony. I was sleeping when he called, maybe I had been taking a shower. He was probably worried to death over why I hadn't answered his calls and the last thing I needed was for him to lose more trust with me. From the way he treated me last weekend, I knew for sure he wouldn't buy many of my stories.
I pulled my phone from my purse and had no missed calls. Anthony was probably in bed at a hotel room and was believing me when I said I was staying home tonight.
“Just for awhile then Natalia will drive you home. We’ll have a few drinks and watch a movie. I haven’t been with Natalia all week.” Now Scott made me feel guilty. All she wanted was a little time with Scott and I had to tag along.
Davien placed his hand on my lower back before I had a chance to answer again. He led us through the few left over patrons. “Bye guys.” He yelled to the bartenders who each waved him off. “See you guys next weekend.”
He led us to the back lot of the bar and Scott and Natalia followed behind. “Oh Natalia parked over there.” I pointed to her silver Yukon.
“Yeah I know.” Davien answered. He looked at me with a serious expression “You’re riding with me.” It wasn't a question. It was completely innocent but I still felt awkward leaving with the center man from The Pits.
He guided me to his black and chrome bike and lift one leg over and shift into place. Davien held his hand out to help me to the back. “I really should ride with Natalia.”
He turned his key. “C’mon, Avery get on.” He demanded. I heard Natalia in the distance as she let out a loud whistle. I was not only nervous but she made me embarrassed. While I held his hand tightly, I stepped over the back of the bike. I was feeling my shots at this moment and was sure that Davien knew it. I placed my hands at his upper arms. I knew that I had to hold on some how but I felt awkward with him. I heard an over dramatic laugh and he made my hands drop as he shook his arms forcefully. Then he reached my arms around his waist and laced my fingers in front of him. “I need to drive baby.”
Of course he did.....wait... Baby? I wasn’t his baby? He was my friend’s boyfriend’s band mate. That’s all he was to me. I was going to Scott’s house and Davien just happened to live there. He was being polite, that’s all it was. Or at least that’s what I told myself. His bike was jumping as he let the kick stand up and he rocked the bike forward. As soon as his leg went up, he sped to the street. I held my hands together tightly and placed my face into his back. When we arrived at the bar it was still sunny and warm. Now that the sun had set, it was windy and cooler. I protected the breeze from my face. The scent of Davien was driving me wild.
I pushed further into his back with my nose and inhaled deep. He must have noticed because I felt the laugh in his chest. “You okay?” He asked me with amusement to his words.
“Yeah I’m fine.” I answered with a shaky voice. When I lift my head from Davien’s back, I saw that Scott had caught up to us and we were sitting at a stop light. My eyes widened when I saw Natalia in the passenger seat. She had left her Yukon back at the bar. “Where’s Natalia’s car?” I questioned Davien.
“Did you expect Scott to let her drive after she had all of those shots?” He found it amusing. “She’s just as tipsy as you.” He pulled my hands tighter around his waist when the light turned green.
It was a fucking set up. Davien had purposely sent all of those shots to our table as he stayed on stage. He sent them to both of us. He knew after 7 shots that Natalia wasn’t going to be able to drive. The only option left was to leave with him since I didn’t have a ride home. He had this planned out hours ago. The whole time I danced with him, the entire time I held his hand while he sang on stage and worse than anything, the whole time he flirted with the sickening girls at the bar, he knew I was going home with him. My heart started racing when I figured it all out. “Davien, you know I have a boyfriend, right?”
“Yup.” That was his only answer. I dropped my hands from his waist with anger “Don't move your hands again” The entertainment disappeared from his voice as he used one hand to guide the bike and the other to reach for my hands. He placed them back snugly around him. He never said another word the entire ride home. We only drove another five minutes or so, but it felt like eternity as I had no choice but to hold myself to his body. I didn’t say another word as well. I was speechless. I wasn't just speechless, I was pissed!
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When we approached the apartment townhouse apartments he pulled into a parking stall and shut his bike off as Scott pulled his black Jeep next to us. I released my arms from him as Davien jumped off his bike. He held his hand out to help me off, but I denied his offer.
Natalia ran to my side and squeezed me tight. She immediately was loud and obnoxious. “I am so excited you came with.”
“Yeah, thanks. I guess I didn’t have a choice.” I answered with a unenthusiastic voice. She locked our elbows together and we began walking in slow, wobbly steps. The guys were slightly ahead of us and I could hear them laughing quietly. I wondered what was on their minds. I knew they were sober. Davien was nodding to words that Scott was speaking with approval .“This was a fucking set up Natalia. Were you part of this?”
“C’mon loosen up. We’re just gonna chill until we get a little sober. Scott won’t let me drive. And he really doesn’t wanna make the runs of dropping us both off.” She slurred. “We’ll have... fun.”
Chapter 3
When we walked into the townhouse apartment it was everything other than what I would've imagined. I had expected ripped up furniture, if no the pool table. And pictures of half naked girls hanging from the walls. It was just the opposite. As soon as you walked in, you were in the living room. They had a black leather love seat and a matching couch. The carpet looked brand new and a large black and white area rug sat under the glass coffee table. Across the room from the long couch was a large flat screen that sat on a nice stand. To the right was what I as
sumed a kitchen and next to the couch was a hallway that led behind and looked like it led probably to a bathroom and flight of stairs. It wasn't the bachelor pad I had thought of.
“Um.... can I use a bathroom?” I wiggled in my legs. I looked at Natalia for an answer, but she was already embraced in an intimate kiss with Scott, paying no attention to my question.
“Yeah, I’ll show you.” Davien offered. I crossed my arms over my chest and left a soft sigh, showing my annoyance. I was still mad at him and he knew it, but he smiled anyways.
Following him, he directed me down the hallway that I had previously assumed was towards a bathroom. I stepped in as he flipped a light switch. “I can handle it from here.” He gave me a soft laugh as I closed the door. I tried to think of a way to keep myself in the bathroom long enough for Davien to possibly go to his room and go to sleep. Maybe both Scott and Davien went to bed and Natalia was waiting for me. After using the bathroom with relief from my drinks, I walked to the sink and checked my make-up in the mirror. Everything was still in place like I had just left the house. My hair was still untangled and my dress was flattened with no wrinkles. I debated on looking through the guys drawers, but felt it was inappropriate.
The full bathroom was spacious enough to be used by a whole family, not a couple of bachelors. Everything was decorated nicely with light blue painted walls and an accent wall of navy. Thick stainless steel shelving above the toilet and matching shelving in the corner which was layered in perfectly folded towels. I wondered how many women came here on a regular basis just to clean after these guys. Surely Natalia didn't know everything that went on at Scott's place when she left. The thought caused me to shake my head as I stepped from the mirror.
Returning from the bathroom, I hoped to find Natalia waiting for me on the couch. But it was just the opposite. Davien was still in there, just the way I didn’t want and my best friend and her boyfriend had disappeared. “Sit.” Davien patted to the seat next to him. I looked at the long couch that wasn’t occupied and walked towards it. “That’s Scott’s… I wouldn’t sit there. He’s probably fucked Natalia on that couch in every position possible… and anyways he doesn’t allow others to sit there.”
I debated on sitting on the floor so I didn’t have to sit next to him. It was bad enough that he was wanting to share a couch but he of course chose the small loveseat. I finally made my way to sit beside him and tried my best to sit far enough away that he couldn’t touch me. While crossing my legs in the opposite direction I focused my eyes on the movie that was on. M
“What do you want to drink?” I shook my head “That wasn’t one of the options.”
“I’m okay, thanks.” I continued watching the TV.
He paid no attention as he stood up and walked into the kitchen “I’ll make you something light, I think you’ve had enough anyways. Some bastard kept sendin' shots your way all night.”
I yelled towards the kitchen just loud enough for him to hear. “Yeah, wonder who.” What a jerk. Let's get Avery drunk and make her come home with us. He didn't realize I wasn't one of his groupies. I was merely here just for Natalia. I was being a decent friend as she spent time with her boyfriend. If it meant I had to be around Davien... I guess I could do it for awhile. It was polite for Davien to keep me entertained while I would have sat alone.
He poked his head around the corner of the kitchen door frame. “You needed to loosen up. You can’t tell me that you didn’t enjoy yourself.” His voice was suspicious. It was raspy, just how he sang. The scratchiness wasn't bad, it was beautiful. It was powerful and unique.
He was right I had a blast once again. Earlier this night I thought this same man was a god. I watched as he walked away from the kitchen entrance and back inside towards the counter where he was preparing our drinks, but I could hear his voice as he continued talking. He faced towards the opposite counter next to the sink so I could only see his back as I looked into the next room. “Oh and by the way, Avery, when you sit with your legs crossed over like that I can see your hot pink panties.”
I immediately changed my position and straightened my dress. Sitting with high posture. My eyes were squinted and my nostrils flared. I exhaled with embarrassment as Davien returned with two drinks in his hand. He was still smiling when he handed me one of drinks. I was examining the glass. “Nothing's in there, just a little vodka and lemonade, promise.” He grabbed a large blanket from the back of the couch and tossed it my way. “Here, it’s cold”.
“Thanks” I pulled the cover up until it reached just below my chest. He tossed back half of his glass, exhaling with relief. I followed him with soft sips.
“It’s not bad is it?” He asked as he watched TV. “I barely put of drop of vodka in yours.”
He was right I mainly tasted lemonade with a very slight touch of alcohol. “No, it’s good. I really needed something light.”
“So tell me about yourself.” He turned to look at me as he pulled part of the blanket over his lap as well. I felt awkward as we shared the same cover.
“What do you mean?” I asked back and I stayed quiet for awhile as I tried to read his facial expressions “What do you know?”
“How do you know Natalia, what do you like to do, where are you from?” He stopped for a minute as he shrugged his shoulders “How long have you dated your boyfriend?” Was he really serious?
“I’ve known Natalia since freshman year in high school. We met at school, our lockers were next to each other and we were instant best friends. I guess opposites attract, ehh?” He laughed with amusement at the same thought as mine. Natalia and I were nothing alike. She was the wild, outspoken, beautiful girl. I was the quiet, so called pretty one, not beautiful or gorgeous as they described Natalia. Davien sat waiting for more. I sighed. “I don’t do a lot anymore. I go to school at the community college, I'm just doing general ed right now though and that’s about it.”
“Continue.” He asked. I looked into his eyes, wondering what kind of answers he wanted to hear. Was he just being friendly so his friend had time to be with Natalia or was there more. Maybe the guys did this for each other. One guy goes in the bedroom with a chick while the other guy keeps the friend company. I tried my best to ignore the question in my head.
“I grew up about 30 miles away from here. I moved here last year when I started dating my boyfriend.” There I told him. I answered his questions so he’d be happy.
“You’re not happy.” He didn’t ask, he just stated.
“Look, I am happy or I wouldn’t be here.” I argued with Davien. My voice grew louder and I took a long drink from my glass.
“Exactly, Avery. You wouldn’t be here if you were happy.” And he pointed around the house. We sat quietly as he proved his point but I made no attempt to argue. I looked around the room, unable to focus on the TV. I couldn’t hear Natalia’s voice anywhere and I wondered how much longer she was leaving me alone. “Avery, you think I’m trying to make a move on you, don’t you?”
“I don’t know what you’re trying to do honestly.” And I was telling the truth when I said that. He gave me mixed feelings. If he wanted to make a move then why was he questioning my boyfriend.
“I just want you to know that you deserve better. I know him and that’s all I have to say about Mr. Anthony Ricci.” He shocked me when he mentioned his name. “You’re a great girl and you’re young. He‘s not gonna change.”
I tried changing the subject, the last person I wanted to discuss with Davien, was my boyfriend. How did he even know who Anthony was or that he was my boyfriend. “Do you know where Natalia is or how much longer she’s gonna be?”
“She’s knocked out upstairs on Scott’s bed, she’s out for the night.” He’s got to be kidding. I looked around the room and was willing to search for her.
“Are you fucking serious? She was my ride home.”
“Hey we’ll finish watching the movie and I’ll grab you a clean shirt and some pajama pants.�
� He said in a serious voice. There wasn’t really a question to his sentence, just an offer. He pulled from under the cover and stood up, tossing the remote to my lap “Here find something to watch, I’m gonna take a quick shower. Wanna join?” His eyebrow arching with amusement.
I so badly wanted to throw the remote at his stomach. “Stop.”
“I’m just playing. I’ll be out in a minute.” He grabbed his glass from the coffee table and downed the rest of the drink before heading to the bathroom. I was sure his drink was much stronger than mine since he shivered from the final swallow. I flipped through the channels searching for something that wasn’t boring as I needed something to keep me awake as long as possible. But I was also cautious to find something that didn’t contain nude scenes or anything obnoxious to make us uncomfortable.
I found an old Demi Moore movie to change my attention. I was caught in the hilarious scenes when Davien returned to the living room. His hair was no longer styled in a spiky look, but hanging damp as he ran his fingers backwards through it. He only wore low slung navy blue pajama pants, showing off his toned chest and arms. The well built man was not of any part ashamed of his body. It was a work of art and as he caught me, I flipped my head from his chest. He walked closer, making me intimidated from his moves. “Here, the bathroom is free.” He tossed a pile of clothes to my lap.
I slid from the cover and stood as I straightened my dress. “Um thanks.” I looked at my hand that held the clothes. “I guess I don’t have a choice but to take over your loveseat tonight” He only laughed and never said another word.
When I closed the bathroom door I almost immediately dropped to the floor as I smelled every scent of Davien flowing through the steam. I made sure the door was completely locked before removing my dress. Tingling feeling throbbed between my thighs as I pictured a fully bare Davien. I stepped into the pants that he had offered me. I tried to keep my balance since my legs were close to giving out from alcohol. The pants were much too big for me and the clean shirt was still covered in his fragrance. I downed the scents from his body. With a mixture of the smells from his skin and mixed with the fresh scent of freshly washed fabric, I could have melt right in the t-shirt. It would have to do for the night. I wasn’t sleeping on the couch naked and as he had already pointed out, my dress was a little too short for laying down in.
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