October 22th, 2016
Wicked game -HIM
As Søren made his way through the crowd, he was stopped by a few fans and a couple of groupies. I wish I could change my face.
“Thank you!” the blonde whose tits he just signed said, batting her eyelashes at him.
“Sure.” He nodded and without looking at her a second time, he continued on his way.
The chick was hot. Huge boobs—she’d be a great tit fuck—baby doll face with blue eyes, and plump red lips. He had just glanced at her once, but she had amazing curves and, even though she was wearing heels, she was only a few inches shorter than him. If he hadn’t been so focused on someone else at the moment, he would have taken her to the bathroom and had his way with her.
Not tonight, sweetheart.
When he finally walked through the doors that lead to the bathrooms, he saw Leah leaning on the wall, the guy’s hand grabbing her arm.
“Are you fucking serious?” The man scoffed as he loomed over her.
Søren saw her flinch.
He was about to barge in, no way he was going to let anyone threaten a woman in front of him, but instead of letting the fear control her, Leah defied him with a stare that would have frozen anyone’s blood. “Don’t fucking dare touch me again!” She growled, pushing him back and connecting her fist to his face.
Whoever-the-fuck-he-was covered his nose and strode towards him. “Bitch,” he muttered as he walked past him, bumping into his shoulder, slamming the door when he went back in the club.
What an ass.
When he turned back to Leah, he stood there paralyzed, looking at her like a creep without knowing what to do next. She put her left hand over her right, eyes squeezed shut, head pressed on the wall.
“Hey...” he said as he approached her.
Her eyes darted to him, eyebrows creased together. “What are you doing here?”
He arched an eyebrow. “It happens to be the party after the concert I played at?” He was sarcastic. She was still angry, coming down from the high after smashing that fucktard’s face, but he couldn’t help it, he hated when people snapped at him like that.
“Yeah, right.” Leah pushed herself away from the wall. “What are you doing?” she asked when he blocked her way out of the corridor.
“You should get that checked.” Søren pointed to her hand.
“Maybe get some ice on it.”
“I said it’s fine.” Her beautiful forest-like orbs locked on his. It was barely a few seconds, but he could see the lake of fire blazing in them. A dormant, fiery beast hidden behind a gorgeous, harmless mask.
“Hmm...” He smirked.
When he grabbed her hand to inspect it, she tried to escape his grip. In vain.
“Ouch,” she whined.
“Punching someone seems easier than it actually is, you could have hurt yourself.”
“That’d be my problem.”
“Come with me.”
He ignored her bad mood and grabbed her wrist, not wanting to do more harm to her hand, and pulled her inside the men’s bathroom with him.
“What are you doing?” She tried to resist.
“Out,” he snarled to a couple that was making out on the green couch placed in the middle of the room. It was a pretty decent space with a vintage air to it.
When they were alone, he dragged her towards one of the sinks, getting her hand under the cold water.
“It’s none of my business but... what happened?” he asked as he took off her rings, handing them to her when he was done.
“Nothing,” she replied, shoving the silver jewelry inside her pocket with her free hand.
“That didn’t seem like nothing.”
Leah huffed. “A jerk that thinks he can get whatever he wants from women.” Her gaze remained fixed on their hands under the water.
“I bet he got the message... That was quite a jab.” He chuckled as he stared at the small crescent black moon tattooed on her middle finger of her right hand. It was cute, just like the two small arrows followed by three dots on the index finger of her left hand and a semicolon tattooed on the ring one—he paid attention when he was at her house a few days before.
“Thanks.” She softly laughed.
“I hope you enjoyed the concert,” he said out of the blue, trying to change the topic. He didn’t want her to think he was snooping in her private life by asking her anything else about the fight with that man.
“Yeah—Aah…” she hissed when he massaged her knuckles and straightened her fingers to make sure nothing was damaged.
He knew she was hurting, but her whimper came out more like a moan, making his whole body throb, sending electric shocks through his limbs. He wasn’t used to that kind of sensation without the use of drugs, that fleeting heaviness right before the dazzling haze. But this time, he was wide awake.
Dude, what’s wrong with you? It’s a fucking hand!—Yup, but you can get lots of things done with one hand.
His eyes traveled up her body, getting entranced in her cleavage. Round and full, her top seemed tight in that area. Collarbone completely exposed, screaming at him to bite on it.
Leah cleared her throat, snapping him out of his delusional world. “Why did you do it?” Her eyes scrutinized his face.
“The black ticket.”
“I wanted to do something nice for you.” He shrugged.
“In exchange for what?”
“Hm?” Maybe it was the exhaustion, but he had no idea what she was talking about.
“You’re not expecting anything in return? Like a blowjob or something?”
His eyes opened wide and he burst out laughing. He should have felt offended by her thinking there was some shady business hidden under his act of gratitude but, once again, her bluntness disarmed him.
“You’re something else!” He shook his head.
“What? You’re telling me you did that out of pure altruism?” she scoffed as an incredulous, irritated expression spread all over her face.
“Why would I want anything from you?” he taunted, arching an eyebrow.
Her assumption was more than justified since it was rare that someone did things out of pure kindness anymore, but he hated when people judged him like that. Yeah, he liked sex and she was hot, but it wasn’t as if he couldn’t think with his head—the one over his shoulders.
“I don’t know,” she replied, flustered.
“I should be offended, you know?” His eyes plunged in hers as he was still caressing her hand under the water. She didn’t say anything, but when a confused, apologetic glow shone in her irises, he lost his willpower and sighed. She had enough for one night and didn’t need him to pressure her any further. “I had the feeling I wasn’t paying enough for the guitar and wanted to make it even.”
“Oh.” Leah bit the inside of her cheek. “Thanks.” Her voice was almost inaudible.
“But if you feel like doing something for me, I won’t say no.” Søren grinned.
“Ugh! No.” She pulled her hand away, her cheeks already flushed.
“Are you sure? ’Cause your body seems to be reacting to my words,” he whispered in a husky voice as he leaned forward, getting closer to her face.
Her gaze shifted between his eyes, mouth hanging. But then, she tightened her lips and gulped, regaining the composure as she stepped back. “Keep dreaming, horn dog.”
“Horn dog? Been called a lot of things but never that.” He laughed.
“Well, there’s a first time for everything.”
“I hope so.” He smirked.
“Can you please tell your cock to stop monopolizing all the blood in your body?”
Søren chuckled and shook his head, still amazed by her straightforwardness. No woman had dared to talk to him like that except his mother or Astrid.
“I’m going to get some ice for that hand.”
“I can get it myself.”
“Just wait here, will you?” He huffed, feeling exasperated.
“You’re so stubborn. Sit here and wait. Be right back,” he said as he grabbed her shoulders and sat her down on the couch.
He was attracted to her, intrigued by her unique personality, sweet and feisty at the same time, but she was annoying pretending to be okay when she was still nervous about the encounter she had with that guy. Silence and calm were what she needed at that moment, but she kept acting like everything was fine.
Søren left the bathroom, hoping she wouldn’t run away because he wanted to talk to her more. When he finally reached the bar, he asked for some ice.
“Søren!” Ian called.
He turned around and saw his friend coming closer. “Hey.”
“Where were you?”
“What? Why?” Søren frowned.
“Alex.” He simply said.
The waiter came back with a few ice cubes in a cup and handed it to him together with a clean dishcloth. “Thanks.”
“What’s that for?”
“Leah hurt her hand.”
“Ugh! Is it too bad?”
“Nah. I’ll go give this to her and meet you outside, okay?”
Søren loved Alex, he really did, but he wanted to smash his head at that moment, make some scrambled eggs with it. Couldn’t he have a single night without any drama? He knew it was because of the fight he had with Astrid, but it was still tiring. What was that about anyway?
“Hey…” he said as he stepped in the bathroom again.
As he got closer to Leah, he noticed the skull with roses tattooed on her thigh creeping out a cut of her jeans, his mind instantly wondering if she had more, hidden.
“Hey.” She pulled him out of his thoughts.
“How are you feeling?”
“Here, put this on,” Søren told her after wrapping a couple of ice cubes in the piece of cloth, gaze dancing between the ink on her left leg and her hands. She couldn’t be any sexier even if she tried, which increased his anger with Alex and Astrid. Fucking twats. “Press it on your knuckles. It’ll help with the swelling.”
“This isn’t the first time you’ve done this, huh?”
He chuckled. “It’s not like this is rocket science but... Yeah, not the first time.”
They both sighed and a comfortable silence settled between them. He didn’t want to go, her company was calming. However, Søren felt responsible for getting Alex into that shitty world. Yeah, he was an adult and could make his own decisions, and in a normal situation he wouldn’t care but, lately, doing stupid things had been on top of his priorities list.
“What is it?” Leah asked, her beautiful hazel eyes making it harder for him to leave.
“You’ve been frowning and staring at the wall for a while.”
“I have to go.”
“Alex is not feeling well.”
Of course she knew about his friend being locked in that detoxification center. Everyone knew. And if one was smart enough, it wouldn’t be hard to guess he was having a hard time since he hadn’t finished his treatment.
“Think so.” He sighed.
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah.” She nodded. “My friends are outside.”
“I’ll be okay.”
“Hm... Okay…” He trailed off. “I’ll take you to them.”
“You don’t need to.”
“Stop it and let’s go.”
“Thanks for this.” Leah smiled at him as she raised her hands, one holding the ice over the other. “Could you… Not mention anything about what happened before? They always make a fuss out of nothing.”
“Sure.” He nodded as they made their way out.
Music deafening. Heat overwhelming. Bumping into a few people, they finally got to where her friends were.
“Hey! Where were…” The short-haired guy trailed off when he saw her, his eyes moving to Søren. “Damn! Hi, I’m Chris!”
“Hi. Søren.” He shook his hand, amused by his honest reaction.
“I know who you are... Wow!” Chris exclaimed. “Big pleasure to meet you.”
“I’m Marc,” the black-haired man said as he shook his hand with enthusiasm. “I’m one of your biggest fans. You were one of the bands that inspired me to start playing,” he blabbered, making him feel old. But what were they, a couple of years younger? For sure no more than five or six. But also they had formed Dark Omen when he was eighteen.
“Glad to hear that.” He chuckled.
“I mean it. Your lyrics, well, your compositions, they have a life of themselves.”
“Told you he’d go all fangirl…” Leah mumbled with a devilish smile spread on her face as she hid the dishcloth with the ice behind her.
“Eh!” Marc protested.
“By the way, what happened back there?” Chris frowned. He was referring to the asshole—yeah, Søren didn’t know the dude but already hated him for being rude to her.
“Are you sure? It took you some time…” He narrowed his eyes at her.
“I saw her when I was going to the bathroom and wanted to thank her again for the guitar,” he lied and gave her a half-smile. Leah bit bottom lip.
Fuck my life!
“Hm…” The guy didn’t seem convinced but didn’t press it any further.
“Well... I gotta go. Nice meeting you, guys.”
“Already?” Both men asked in unison.
“Thanks again,” Leah said looking at him, cutting whatever else her friends were gonna say, covering for him just like he had done for her a second before.
“Sure.” Søren smiled at her. “Night.”