3 𝘍𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦
The music is invading your ears drums as adrenaline flies to the sky, your heart beats faster and louder as if it has a mind of its own and wants to overcome the sound of the tunes.
People are bouncing and dancing almost anywhere there is space for that, or there isn't, that's not a factor to diminish the "having fun" status, everybody grinning at each other either just walking around, taking something from the bar, or simply dancing.
At some point, one would kill for some air and some peace just to have a few shots to spice the night. That's what the upstairs private rooms are for.
And that's exactly where Chase knows he'll end up not too late this evening.
He makes his way through the crowd aiming for the bar but Bennet stops him with a tap on his shoulder.
"We have a table reserved. I'm sure Nate is there already," he says and shows Chase the way.
Away from the crowd and the people hanging at the bar for drinks, on platform bordering the dancing floor, Chase spots Nate on one of the tables with a young lady next to him and hopes that's not his PA but boy, is he wrong?!
Marie turns her eyes towards the crowd after Nate releases her lips. She's flushed and gasping for air.
Her dirty blond hair is falling on her back in natural waves down to her smaller back, lips are so fleshy and worked out after kissing Nate that now she looks seductive and ravishing sensual.
Her right curvy hip is peaking out as she leans on Nate on her left side, long legs crossed with the right knee resting on the left one, lining out from under her almost non-existing skirt.
"I wished I never saw my PA like this," Chase says to Bennet who is suddenly shaking hard his shoulders in a good healthy burst of laughter.
"Chase, motherfucker, you really need to get laid! And no. Again I'm not talking about Paula." he becomes all serious.
Both reach the table and hug Nate one by one, tapping each other's backs while Marie is standing, head bent, hands clasped in front, feeling almost burning to be all so "lively" dressed in front of her boss.
Chase takes a few looks at her but she didn't dare to move nor raise her eyes.
"Oh, for Christ's sake, Marie. Just relax. Nate, what the hell are you doing? Is this a date or what is it? Poor girl has been standing there looking guilty since we've come in. And I know for a fact it's not her fault. She didn't know we're coming, did she?" Bennet says.
"No sir, I didn't. Or else I would have never been here... looking like this," Marie replies almost burning in the flames of shame finding herself in front of her boss almost naked and getting kisses and hicks from his son.
Nate sighs and snaps up on his feet wrapping her small frame into a warm and protective hug, scolding his father and uncle.
"Dad, Bennet, come on, man! Can we just act maturely over here?" he says and places a gentle kiss on Marie's forehead which makes her feel somewhat better.
There hasn't been a moment since they know each other when Nate hasn't known how to protect her, to make her feel better and always supported.
And he's doing just that right now.
Chase shakes his head with a smile not being totally against his son's suggestion but doesn't say anything.
It was strange enough to see his PA in a club, less to talk being the date of his son.
"Come, Marie, let's dance," Nate suggests, grabbing her hand and pulling her towards the dance floor.
Chase follows the young couple with a stare between his black eyelashes while they walk away, Marie, shy and embarrassed whispering her concerns for the awkward moment of earlier, and Nate, stopping in his way and cupping her cheeks with his hands, forcing her to look straight into his eyes and whispering her most probably comforting words.
Chase smiles while sitting on the red velvet sofa and Bennet follows.
"You seriously should stop doing that," Bennet says making Chase raise his eyes in question.
"What?" Chase asks, pretending to have missed his point.
"That!" Bennet replies with a snap of his hand. "You need to leave Nate alone. He looks smitten by the girl and Marie is really a good girl. I'm not worried about them. I'm worried about you, Chase."
"Worried?! What on earth for?!" Chase asks in awe and deep down he knows what his brother is trying to say.
"Paula is not for you," Bennet says bluntly. "It's been years since you're avoiding the fact that..." his brother tries to explain but stops wondering if his brother will start arguing like he usually does.
"Ben, not everyone has..." Chase attempts a reply, losing himself in the gentleness of his son dancing with Marie. Their tenderness to each other is captivating.
It must be thrilling to have such passion going on in your life. Something that hasn't been given to him so far.
He shakes the thoughts away, thinking passion has never been meant for him to live but his eyes get suddenly drawn like a magnet to the right corner of the club, just at the end of the bar.
Arched back, bare shoulders, the shimmering golden fabric falling on some curvy hips out of which long and firm legs are lining to the floor where they are strongly pinned in some rose high heels sandals pushing her butt up tensed and raised.
Her black hair is circling a shining gorgeous face, with big sky-blue eyes rounded by some of the most seductive eyelashes he has ever seen.
She seems quite involved in the discussion she has with the hunk next to her, smiling at him to whatever the idiot is saying, sometimes pulling her hair over her left shoulder giving free access for Chase to admire the crock of her neck which all of the sudden becomes the entire point of interest, other times laughing loudly and leaning against the guy's chest almost, just almost touching his lips with hers but then drawing back to her initial position, to the total content of Chase.
Sweat twinkles on Chase's forehead and suddenly the air is stiff and unbreathable, stuck with his stare on the beautiful sight that she is but evidently pissed on the guy that keeps enchanting her with God knows what stupid shit he talks.
What the hell is going with him? How the fuck can one be jealous of some other you've just seen?
And when he feels the most comfortable admiring her from distance his eyes widen in surprise while locking accidentally with hers as she turns her glare to the left and from the tenth of eyes around they land exactly in his, with no hesitation, with no search, as if she has known since forever that he is there, in exactly that spot, in exactly that moment, trapped in her intoxicating beauty.
Without breaking the magic of their gaze he holds their stare high, seductively, sipping his whiskey and piercing her with his black coal eyes which now look darker than the stormy sky, being shadowed by frowned eyebrows.
She lowers shyly her gaze, sending him a half-smile with a corner of her lips.
Of course, she smiled, of course, she fucking smiled and Chase felt all his body stiffening while blood was rushing throw his veins accelerating his heartbeats and making his pants too damn tight for his hard and throbbing length.
She breaks the stare first when the guy next to her whispers something in her right ear while she raises her eyes back to Chase, nodding something to the guy.
She looks away while Chase bends his head and shakes it a few times being astonished by their unexpected moment but not feeling sorry at all.
In fact, that moment has moved his usually cold heart from deserted dry beats to some heated ones, at a pace that has almost choked him. In a good way.
He has never felt such tension, such attraction, such desire coming from the eyes of two people and that from quite of a distance.
He had no idea how she felt in that ravishing moment they've shared but for him, those blue eyes staring at him in awe were an enchanting strike of life rushing through his veins.
He hasn't felt so fucking aroused for years... or maybe never.
He shifts his eyes towards her as if she is a chimera, expecting her to disappear but there she is still, standing alone, elbows pinned to the bar and supporting her chin with one palm.
Her curvy hips roll lightly in the beat of the music, guided by her crossed long legs.
"Excuse me," Chase says to the rest of the people in his proximity although he has no idea who is around, and walks to the bar not breaking the stare on her arched back, swaying in the rhythm of the music.
Reaching next to her he leans his back against the counter, one hand in his pocket and the other one with its fingers curled tight around the whiskey glass.
She becomes instantly aware of his presence and breathes deeply with a shy smile.
Their eyes meet again and the same magic settles between them while Chase leans lightly towards her left ear and breathes heat on the bare skin of her neck.
"I would compliment that firm butt, or long legs, or thin waist, but I wouldn't know which one to start with," he says in a grave tone fixing his eyes on the dancing stage.
'Where the fuck that came from?' Chase thought as if the words he spoke came from another mouth.
She turns her eyes to him, staring and admiring him for a few long seconds before she finally speaks still shivering with the excitement he has caused.
"Not exactly your type of evening, is it?"
Chase turns his look towards her. Fuck, she's beautiful!
He could have fucked her right there and then if he didn't know better the place they were in.
"Nope," he replies popping the "p" and gazing back to the pile of people around.
"Then why are you here?"
"Didn't have another better place to be, or maybe I knew I wouldn't find anywhere else that sight I've just witnessed" he replies but when looking at her face again his eyes drop shamelessly on her parted lips glossed in pink. "All of a sudden here seems to be the best place to be," Chase concludes, not to her but rather to himself.
Her phone buzzes and she reads the message flashing on the screen then takes out a few dollars from her purse and drops them on the counter.
"Hope to see you around," she says, eyes burning holes into his, smiling in a slightly shy manner but seductive enough to make Chase curse his luck for wasting his youth years with all that has been proper, all that has been decent, and expected from him but never putting his happiness before all those proper things.
Chase follows her with his lust-filled eyes till her frame disappears through the crowd. He sighs running one hand through his hair, almost happy for her departure as immediately he has remembered Paula.
She just stopped existing for a few moments there and the worst is that he felt no remorse, no regret, nothing at all. As if she has never existed in his life.
He drinks the rest of the whiskey in one quick gulp and turning around to the bartender he signs to the guy behind the counter for a refill.
"Another one. Dry," which comes in a matter of seconds and he throws it down his throat in even fewer seconds just to ask for another shot which has the same fate.
"Dude, where did you go?" Bennet says comes closer out of nowhere and squeezing Chase's right shoulder.
"Just... around," he replies snapping his eyes to Bennet and feeling the booze has been one too many, somewhat losing his balance and almost seeing double.
"Fuck, I need to get some fresh air. Maybe even to go home," Chase mumbles, never being the kind of man to drink his mind but tonight... nothing has been like the usual.
Bennet scrutinizes his brother looking into his bewildered eyes just to understand he is right and there is no place for negotiation.
Good old Chase, even drunk he knows the proper thing to do.
"Right... well, yeah. Maybe that's the best thing to do. Come on, I'll drop you off. My driver is here," Bennet offers and types a message to Nate to let him know they're leaving.
Truth be told, Chase looks rather shattered than drunk and Bennet has thought the best thing to do is to make sure his brother gets home safe.
Chase hasn't spoken one word on the way home, lost in deep thoughts, eyebrows knitted in a thick line, and eyes staring out on the window.
With a hard-on in his pants just strong enough to drill in wood, his thoughts keep traveling back to the woman that has blown his mind away tonight.
What was that woman? Was she real? Did that just happen? How the hell he allowed himself to act like that at his age?!
All those thoughts keep crossing his mind up to down and left to right till he almost concludes that he's way too drunk and that has been only a mere imagination... until it hasn't.
Because her eyes are constantly piercing his brain and they can't be anything else but real since he knows for a fact that he has breathed the same air with her for the very... basically just... three minutes at most.
Which is long enough to at least ask her name, if you're smart enough.
"At least her name, Chase, her damn name! No wonder you've had such an ordinary life," he kept telling himself.
"Chase, do you want me to get inside with you?" Bennet asks while Chase struggles to get down from the low guard sports car of his brother.
Stumbling his left foot to the right one, being too drunk to keep the road straight, Chase walks into the lobby of his penthouse, waving absently to his brother.
"Yeah, good night to you too, Chase," Bennet mumbles the moment he sees his brother accessing the elevator and taps the right shoulder of his driver, letting him know it's time to go home.