Falling

11 | Dante

We were playing a cat and mouse game and I wasn't quite sure who started it. Or how it was going to end.

Once the driver arrived at my apartment building I immediately headed for the door. Pressing the penthouse button, the elevator took me up to my floor.

Arriving at my door I unlocked it and entered the living space. It was only around 6 so I had plenty of time before I was expected to go out. I headed for the bathroom deciding a shower was what I needed and did just that.

As I was getting out of the shower, I heard my phone ringing from across the apartment. Wrapping a towel around my waist I headed for my room. Not reading the name before answering I hit accept.

"Hello."

"Dante, Jamison is dealt with. Completely," I recognized the voice of my best friend Rodney.

"Good, keep it that way." I said back.

He laughed and continued "of course boss, you still coming out tonight?" He questioned.

"Why, I wouldn't miss it for the world." I said back, smirking to myself and lacing it in sarcasm.

"Great, I'll let Tatum know we're all still on." And with that he hung up.

The reason I agreed to go tonight was simple. To get under her skin.

If there was one thing I enjoyed more than watching a deal go smoothly, it had to be watching Amelia Rhodes get angry. And the one thing that made her angry was me. I smirked at the thought of it.

I didn't know of her existence before that night, but she sure had known mine. And she made it clear she didn't appreciate my existence at all. Watching her fight back and get angry was enough to draw me in. No one ever challenged me. Not even my colleagues. Everyone I did business with knew who I was and what I stood for. And messing around with disrespect was not one of them.

Getting changed into casual clothes for the club is what pulled me out of my head. I had decided to heat up leftovers from the night before seeing as I didn't have the time or patience to cook.

When it was about 9 I decided I'd probably should get ready to leave. I texted Rodney I'd be leaving soon and called my driver to meet out front.

Clubbing wasn't an everyday occurrence for me. It wasn't even a common occurrence. I kept the women I mingled with to a minimum and made sure to keep a tight eye. I didn't particularly like to be feasted on my random women at the club, so I kept my profile to a minimum. My height towered over others, my green eyes and structured face, a feast for the young women. It wasn't like I could hide.

My driver arrived at the club in no time, and before I knew it I was stepping out onto the curb. I kept my head down as I walked up to the bouncer. Nodding my head I watched as his eyes widened and he immediately let me by. I was behind a young woman wearing a small red dress, I'd admit she had a delicious physique. She stopped and went to turn around as if forgetting something but was met with my body.

"Shit I'm sorry, I thought I dropped something on the ground," she said while apologizing and backing up a step. I took note of her blonde hair and blue eyes. Pretty.

"Why that's quite alright..."

"Mads." She finished for me. I gave a small smirk back, entertaining her obvious attraction to me.

As she walked forward through the entrance she continued,

"Seriously I am sorry, I don't usually make a habit of falling into strangers," she laughed and I couldn't help but smile back.

"Mads! Over here!" Came a voice further in the club. The woman in front of me looked up and I followed her eyes to a red head seated at the table with two others. As soon as I found the table, my eyes met hers.

Well I'll be damned. Mads here is friends with our little Amelia Rhodes.

I did a scan of her face... she was clearly going for a darker look tonight with a cherry red lip. My eyes scanned her slender neck and moved to her chest which was hugged by what I could tell was a black dress. My body immediately reacted to hers and I put on a smirk as our eyes met again.

There is no denying that Amelia Rhodes was attractive. And there was no denying she not only tested my patience but my control.

The girl who I assumed was Tatum was saying something to the woman Mads. As we walked up to the table Mads took the seat between the two friends. Leaving the seat next to Amelia wide open. I smiled at that, loving I had an opening.

I came to a stop behind Amelia, taking in her fresh fruity scent. She smelt delicious.

My fucking brain wandered to what it'd be like wrapped up in it, wrapped up in her. But quickly pushed that thought away and shuffled my legs.

My mind seemed to blur the line between pleasure and business as I stood behind this woman.

Something about her was addicting, thrilling and I'd be damned if she ever found out.