Wrong Number [18+]

Chapter|21.

"It's nice to meet you, Mr. Grant," I say holding my hand out to shake his hand.

He takes it and lifts it to his mouth, kissing it gently, and smiles. I see where Alex gets it from. "None of that now," he says, letting my hand drop. "Call me, Travis."

I giggle, "Alright," I say. "It's nice to meet you, Travis."

"Same to you, my dear. I was so thrilled when I heard my son finally got himself a girlfriend," he laughs and pats Alex on the back. "And a very beautiful one at that."

"Dad," Alex groans, causing his father to laugh harder.

"What's so funny?" A woman asked. Alex stiffens and Travis bites back his laughter. I'm going to assume that this is his mother.

She and Nick look very much alike.

"Nothing dear," Travis says. "I was just telling Fallon here...how happy I am to finally meet her."

She eyes me warily. "Fallon...is it?"

"Mother..." Alex grits. I place my hand on his chest and give him a gentle pat.

"What? I was just making sure I got her name right," she says innocently and plasters a fake smile on her face. "I'm horrible with names."

She is a horrible liar. The tension surrounding us is so thick that I'm finding it hard to breathe.

"Travis grabs his wife by the arm and gives it a gentle tug. "Why don't we get to our seats," he suggests. "Dinner will be served soon."

"Oh...but, I thought I could get to know Fallon a little better," she pouts.

Everyone standing here knows she has no intention of getting to know me.

"Maybe later," Travis says through gritted teeth.

She rolls her eyes and sighs, "It was nice...meeting you, Fallon." You can hear the distaste in her voice when she says my name and I don't like it. "Maybe we will have a chance to catch up later, hmm!?

Yeah, I don't see us becoming best friends any time soon. I plaster the biggest smile I could muster on my face. "I would love that," I made sure to emphasize the word love. The way her eyes narrowed told me that she caught it too.

She snubs her nose up in the air and lets Travis guide her through the crowd.

"That was...intense," Marco says.

"Are you alright?" Alex asked you can hear the concern in his voice.

"I'm fine," I give him a reassuring smile. "She isn't the first person that I've come across who doesn't like me and I'm sure she won't be the last."

Alex sighs and grabs two Champagne glasses from the tray as it passes and hands me one. I need a drink after that.

Alex placed his hand on the small of my back and led me to an empty table that was right next to his parent's table and pulled out a chair for me to sit. I have to remind myself to thank him later for having me face the opposite direction of her. Hope she enjoys staring at my back all night.

Not long after we took our seats, dinner was served. Several waitresses and waiters flood the room carrying trays. One of the waitresses stops at our table and places a steaming plate of lobster in front of me. The way it was prepped made it look too beautiful to eat. Another waitress places a bowl of caviar in the center of the table with some type of bread next to it and fills our glasses up with wine.

"I am stuffed," I push my plate away. "I don't think I could eat anymore."

Alex chuckles and pushes his away as well, "I don't think I can either."

"I've never eaten lobster before," I admit. "It was really good."

He smiles, "Are you enjoying yourself?"

If I wasn't enjoying myself I wouldn't be here. I would have found the first exit and bolted. "I'm still here aren't I?"

"Touché."

A dinging sound echoes through the room and everyone goes silent. Travis is standing in the front of the room with a microphone in his hand. He starts by thanking everyone for being here to celebrate a great partnership. His speech was short, sweet, and right to the point. When he was finished we all applauded.

The lights dimmed and soft music filled the room. A few people get up from their seats and begin to dance.

Alex stands from his seat and holds out his hand, "May I have this dance?"

With a nod, I smile and place my hand in his. He guided me to the center of the room where we began to dance. He takes my right hand in his, places the other on the small of my back, and pulls me close. I smile and slide my hand up his chest, resting it on his shoulder, earning me a growl.

He stares down at me with lust-filled eyes and I smirk. "You touch me like that again, I'll make you cum in front of everyone," he warns.

I gasped, "You wouldn't."

He dips his head to whisper in my ear, "I did it with your best friend sitting just a few feet away." He brushes his lips against my ear and I shiver. "What makes you think I wouldn't do it with a room full of strangers?"

When he lifts his head, he has a smug look plaster on his face. Instead of finding his threat horrifying, I find it quite thrilling and decide to see if he has what it takes.

I run my hand down his chest and back up again. His muscles clenched with each pass. "I don't think you have the balls," I challenge.

His eyes darken and his grip tightens. He gives me a slight nod and proceeds to sway back and forth to the music. We danced until my feet began to hurt. He grasps my hand in his and pulls me back to the table. Instead of me taking my previous seat, I sit in his while he sits in mine.

Marco comes over, takes a seat right in front of us, and begins to chat about how hot some of the women are and how he already got a few numbers. I roll my eyes at the womanizer and block out most of the conversation.

Not long after the conversation started, I felt a hand slip through the slit of my dress and gasp. I can't believe he's going to do this now.

His hand slowly but surely makes its way up to my core and stops. He snaps his head in my direction and flicks his finger over my delicate flower, causing me to flinch. I take it he doesn't like the fact that I'm not wearing any panties.

I gave him a sheepish smile before he turned his attention back to what Marco was talking about.

He traces his finger over my crease a few times before slipping it in. I bite down on my tongue to hold in the moan that threatened to escape. My hands grip the table when he slides a second one in and he chuckles.

"Are you okay?" Marco asks.

I glance over at Alex with is staring at me with a smirk on his face. "Yes," I try to answer calmly but it comes out more like a squeak.

Marco gives me an odd look and resumes his conversation. You can't get mad, Fallon. I tell myself. Technically you asked for this.

I can feel my orgasm boiling in the depths of my vagina. With a few more curls of his fingers, it comes boiling to the surface. My stomach clenches and my legs begin to shake. I bit down on my tongue so hard that I could taste blood. He continues to curl his fingers until I'm done riding on my orgasm.

My eyes immediately snapped to Marco, to see if he noticed anything and to my surprise, he didn't. Alex removes his fingers and brings them to his lips, sucking my juices from them.

"I'm sorry to interrupt," Alex says. "But I really should get Fallon home. I think she's had...enough for tonight."

Alex stands from his seat and helps me up. If I wasn't holding on to him, I would have probably hit the ground. We find his parents and bid them goodnight. I have a feeling in the pit of my stomach that the night is just getting started.