We were seated in the club, having our drinks. I sat beside Jane and John sat opposite me beside Phoenix. All of us were talking and John kept glancing at me every now and then. I was soon left with John alone as Jane and Phoenix went to the dance floor. I was feeling a little tipsy.
"So, how have you been?" He asked me. Shouldn't he ask me this much earlier?
"Any boyfriends?" He asked, and I frowned a little.
"Nope. What about you? Any girlfriends?" I asked, inquisitively.
"Nope. Why don't you have one?" He asked. Why is he asking me this? Before I could reply he said
"Nobody could fūck you like me?" He asked cockily.
"Don't think so highly of yourself, John. I have fuckêd many guys after you, and guess what? They were so much better than you. In every way." I smiled, and his smirk turn into a glare. Oh I love it!
"You sure about that?"
"Very." I said, and he nodded.
"Did those guys wanted to fūck you? Or did you have to beg them to do it? Just like how you begged me." How dare he?
"I did not beg you!" I said seriously.
"You did, baby." And the smirk is back.
"I did not. And don't call me baby!"
"Do you want me to remind you how you begged me?" He asked.
"John, I. Did. Not. Beg you nor did I beg any other men."
"Really?" He chuckled, and I scoffed.
"I don't have to beg to get fučked. You know what? I'll prove it to you." I said before walking towards the handsome man sitting at the bar.
"Hey." I smiled at him.
"Hey, sexy." He said.
"I'm Kyle." I must say he is good-looking. And his blue eyes are beautiful.
"I'm going to be straight-forward here. Are you with someone? If you're not, then I would really like to have a one-night stand with you." I said. This is how I approach guys. I don't like beating around the bush. It's best to get straight to the point.
"Sounds wonderful. Your place or mine?" He asked. I could feel John's stare, but I ignored it.
"Yours." I smiled.
"Great. Should we get going then?" He asked with a smile.
"Yeah. Just let me get my purse." I said, and walked towards the table I was seated earlier.
As I was about to take my purse, John spoke
"What the fūck was that?" He seethed.
"Oh, you saw that? Saw me 'begging' him?"
"I should thank you by the way. If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't have spoken to that handsome guy. And he wouldn't be taking me to his house." I took my purse, and was about to leave when he got up, blocking my way.
"You're not going anywhere." He said.
"And who are you to tell me that?"
"Clover. Uh, shall we?" Said Kyle.
"Yes. Sorry I started talking to my friend John here."
"Hey, man." Kyle greeted John, and what John did next kind of surprised me.
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A Wicked AffairRomance
Clover Johansen, a bold and beautiful photographer. She's sexy, witty, and wild. John Smith, a handsome, successful automotive engineer. He's kind, smart and controlling. Can a wild woman stand a controlling man? And, can a controlling man handle a...