One day when the story's all told
There'll be no more words to fill the page
One night when the stars are all gone
There'll be no more light to guide the way
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I took my time getting ready. I went considerably light on my makeup, except for the deep red lipstick I applied to my lips. I teased my hair and put it up on a high messy ponytail.
I smirked at my appearance and then got up to put the lingerie on. I left off the fishnet tights, deciding I would use those later. I put the black dress on top of the lingerie and texted Lance on the secured phone he gave me when we got back to Jaxon's house. He knocked on the door lightly. He was looking behind him as I opened the door.
"Jaxon is in the kitchen drinking a beer but-" His mouth fell open as he took in my appearance. "Holy shit."
I grinned and did a little twirl. "You like?"
He nodded quickly. "I wish you were my girl," he laughed. "Jaxon is ready. I'm coming too," he winked.
"I was thinking," I began and his eyes lit up with mischief. "I'm leaving off the fishnet tights for the club. I don't want to look like a hooker. But, I was thinking, maybe we could flirt in front of him at the club and then later tonight I could put the tights on and take the dress off and act like I'm coming to your room."
"Oh I like that idea." He pondered for a minute before speaking again. "He won't let me dance with you for long if we get dirty."
"Well, we better get dirty."
He smirked at me. We fist bumped and walked out of the bedroom. My eyes met Jaxon's as I walked into the kitchen. His widened and he slowly pulled the beer from his lips. My black heels clicked on the tile floor as I walked closer to him. The heels weren't very tall considering I didn't want to bust my ass in front of him. I grabbed the beer out of his hand and took a swig.
"Ready?" I smiled. His eyes scanned my body hungrily as he nodded.
"Okay, let's go!"
I grabbed Lance's forearm as I pulled him to the car.
"Fucker," I heard Jaxon curse as we walked to the car.
Lance lightly chuckled before throwing a wink my way.
After a 20 minute silent car ride, we pulled up at Jaxon's club. We pulled up in the alley near, I'm guessing, the back entrance. Loud music poured into the alley when we opened the back door.
"Don't leave mine or Lance's side. Got it?" Jaxon yelled in my ear.
"What if I have to pee?" I yelled back.
"We still need to know if that's where you go."
I nodded. We walked out onto a balcony above the crowd and wow. The club was packed with bodies, grinding and bumping each other. I squealed and grabbed Lance's hand, pulling him to the bar.
Lance ordered the three of us drinks and I sat back in the stool, sipping slowly. Out of the corner of my eyes I saw the dark eyed man from the airport. His eyes were locked on me and I set my drink down, suddenly feeling sick. The man shook his head at me. He jerked his head at the dance floor, obviously telling me to act like nothing is wrong. I put on a fake smile and turned to Lance.
"Dance with me?" He smiled flirtatiously.
"Of course." I looked at Jaxon and he was glaring at me.
"Don't," he mouthed.
"Go on out," I yelled to Lance. "I'll be right there!"
He nodded and walked out. "Why?" I asked Jaxon.
"It's not allowed Lyla. And I also don't want you taking out your sexual needs on my best friend."
Hurt erupted in my chest but I refused to let him see that.
I glared at him. "Is that really what you think of me?"
He opened his mouth to speak but then closed it.
"You're an asshole," I growled.
I stomped away from him quickly and found Lance dancing with a very blonde, very drunk girl. His eyes found mine as I walked over and he moved away from the girl. He grabbed my hips and pulled me flush against him. I gasped and put my hands on his chest.
"Relax and move with me. I'm not going to try anything but I promise, it'll drive him crazy."
He ground his hips against my front.
Wow. He's a skilled dancer.
I turned in his arms and grinded my ass against him. I rolled my hips slowly, running my hands up my chest to my neck. Lance's hands explored my hips and legs. I smiled seductively at him as he came around in front of me. I knew Jaxon caught that smile.
"Oh yes. That smile you just gave me will definitely get him moving."
Sure enough, a few moments later, Jaxon's hand landed on Lance's shoulder. He said something in Lance's ear and Lance lifted his hands off my body and held them up in surrender. Jaxon looked at me.
I rolled my eyes and turned to stomp away from him.
His hands quickly gripped my waist and pulled me back against his front. He moved his hips sensually and I bit back a moan.
He's an even better dancer than Lance. Why does he have this effect on me?
I turned in his arms and wrapped mine around his neck. Our fronts were crushed together, not a breath between them. I temporarily forgot about the dark eyes man. His head dropped to my neck and his lips trailed a path up to my ear. I moaned.
"Let's go," he grunted in my ear. His voice was heavy and deeper than normal. He began pulling me through the crowd. I saw the dark eyed man jerk his head toward the bathroom. Dammit.
"Wait! Wait!" I yelled. "I have to pee."
"Make it quick," he yelled back.
I walked quickly to the bathroom, praying he wouldn't follow me. I opened the door and walked in. Two seconds later, the dark eyed man walked in. The bathroom was already empty, meaning they had already cleared everyone out.
The man with icy blue eyes and black hair came from around the corner.
"Do you have my information?"
"I'm trying. I promise you that when I say I know nothing about my father, I mean it."
"Time is ticking piccolo."
"What is 'piccolo'?"
"It's Italian for little one. Now tell me. Why does your bodyguard resemble your fathers capo?"
"My fathers what?"
"Capo, piccolo."
"I don't know what that means."
"'Maybe you should ask him, no? You two seem very... comfortable." He smirked.
"I need to go before he comes looking for me." I walked out of the bathroom feeling very confused.
Capo? Piccolo? Why is there a man who speaks Italian associated with my father?
I ran into multiple people on my way to the back entrance. My eyes were glazed over. I'm tired of not knowing what is going on. The secrets end tonight.
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Song: Crazy Youngsters
Artist: Ester Dean