For the first time in months, I let myself loose on the dance floor. Not bothering to care about the eyes on me, I swayed my hips along the rhythm and grind my back against that guy, Aaron was he?

My eyes briefly met Sean sitting by the bar, casually sipping alcohol and throwing daggers at me. I turned my back at him and wrapped my arms around Aaron's neck, pulling him closed to me. The guy was hot and that was all that I needed right now.

I only had one boyfriend my whole life and he was a huge nerd so it would be safe to say my romance (and sex) life had always been vanilla. And before I could move on from him, Dad died and the rest is history. I don't know what life was going to unveil next so I was going to take advantage of this one night of freedom. If it means I will ignore Sean's glares like a shameless person, then be it.

"That man keep staring at us." Aaron whispered in my ears as he wiped the sweat off his forehead. "He is scary."

"Don't worry about him." I said, although I knew it was easier said than done. "He is like a bodyguard. Act like he doesn't exist."

"Um... He's walking towards us." He said and I gulped.

"Ignore him." I said and laced my fingers through his silky hair.

Suddenly, I felt his overwhelming presence behind me. I don't know what he did behind my back but Aaron unwrapped himself from me and dashed away, ignoring my pleading glances.

I wanted to run away with him but a hand on my waist stopped me. When I didn't say anything or move, he lowered his mouth to my ears and whispered, "Dance with me."

My legs turned to jelly and I struggled to uphold myself straight. If it wasn't for his arms on my waist, I would have probably fell down.

As I recovered from the shock, I began to slowly sway along the music. I could feel his rock hard abs through the thin shirt. I could also feel some other hard contours of his body that I didn't want to focus on. Holy shit!

"I didn't know Aaron was any danger to me." I said sarcastically to distract myself from the unholy thoughts.

"He was a danger to himself." Sean replied in a low tone. "I didn't like the way he touched you."

What does he mean he didn't like it? Is he my father?

"I touched him." I clarified.

"Yes, you did." I could feel his hot breath on the side of my neck, sending shivers down to my belly.

I wanted to create some distance between us as his proximity was messing up with my brain. It was either the alcohol or the hormones but I was entering into unchartered territory with Sean. He was making me horny and that's where I draw the line in my relation with the mafia men.

I turned around to face him to tell him off but when I looked at his face, I almost drooled. In the dim light of the club, he looked like a dream come true. Sharp lines of his face, his dark eyes and tanned complexion, his red lips, his strong jaw, everything was carved with perfection.

He lowered his head until he was looking deep into my eyes. I wanted to look away but I couldn't. The air was charged with tension and my breaths were turning ragged. We were sandwiched between sweaty bodies that was also making the temperature rise.

I felt his hands trace the curve of my back and then dipped below to my buttocks, pulling myself closer to him. A trail of goosebumps appeared wherever his hand went, igniting a deep longing in the pit of my belly.

"I think we should go back." I said, finally tearing my eyes away from him.

"Why? What about enjoying your one night of freedom?" He teased.

"It is clearly not possible as long as I'm with you." I replied with a scowl.

"Do you want me to leave you alone? With that loser? Is that the kind of guy you want to sleep with?" He asked.

"Do I have any other option?" I asked, raising my eyebrows.

He didn't reply anything but his eyes said millions. His eyes were hooded and pitch black now, like two deep pits of darkness. The fire in my stomach burned hotter and I clenched my legs together.

"I'm sleepy. Let's go home." I said and finally pushed him away, creating some distance between us that helped me breathe.

After informing Mary who was sucking the face of a guy, I followed Sean out of the club to his car. Now that we were sitting, I felt more conscious of the fact that my dress was too short and my whole legs were on display.

When he changed gear, his little finger grazed against my thigh and I sucked a deep breath. Maybe I was PMSing. That would explain why everything felt so sexually charged.

"Did Elijah have any friends?" He asked all of sudden.

"Um..."

"Someone he used to confide about everything." He asked.

"I don't think there was someone like that." I replied. My dad was an introvert; he spent most of his time locked up in his library or tutoring students.

"Nobody?"

I pondered over my brain, thinking about Dad's routine and how he spent his time. Alcohol was clouding my memory but I managed to remember an important piece of information.

"He used to go to a book club." I added. "We might find someone there."

"We'll look out tomorrow." He replied.

When we reached my building, it was dark and silent outside. We walked into the elevator and the closed space make me hyperaware of his presence. We were standing side by side, our arms touching, heat radiating off his body and enveloping mine.

The elevator stopped on my floor and I was the first one to walk outside. I desperately wanted to avoid him altogether as he was not good for my sanity. He followed me silently as I unlocked the door and walked inside. The house was drowned in darkness and due to my drunkenness, I struggled to find the light switch.

"Fuck." I groaned when I collided against Sean, making the atmosphere even more awkward. Finally, his hands found the switch and he turned the lights on. Our eyes met once again and I looked away instantly.

"I'm going to change. I think you should sleep in the lounge today." I said nervously as I didn't want to share the room with him today.

He didn't say anything. Instead, kept staring at me with that devilish look in his eyes that makes me want to tear away his clothes.

Exhaling loudly, I began to walk away when suddenly, he tugged my wrist and pulled me to him. Before I could understand what was happening, his lips came crashing down on me, knocking out whatever senses I had left with me.

I was too dumbfounded to respond in the beginning and it took me few seconds to start kissing him back. I had thrown all the caution away and now I was kissing him like I had dreamt of the whole night. Our lips moulded together as he took control of my mouth. He slid me gently so I was now sandwiched between him and the wall.

His lips were doing wonders while his hands roamed freely over my whole body. Not willing to let him dominate him completely, I waved my fingers through his hair and tugged. A deep, throaty growl left his mouth and he picked me up by my hips, guiding my legs around his waist. I felt his manhood tickling my lower abdomen, making me moan in frustration. I wanted him, all of him, all night, all day.

His lips were alternating between dominating and rough, and slow and sensuous. One minute, I was melting in his sweet hold and the next minute, I wanted him to go all rogue on me. He knew how to tease a woman and if I'm not wrong, he knew how to please one too.

I don't know what might have happened between us if someone didn't walk through the unlocked door into the apartment. Both Sean and I jumped in shock when the door opened and I immediately slid down from him, landing back on my feet.

It took me few minutes to adjust from the high I was feeling just a few minutes before. I squinted and got a better look at Thomas, who looked like he wanted to dig a hole for himself and bury in it. I myself had sobered a little and now felt too embarrassed to even look at Sean Miller.

What the hell is wrong with me?

"I..." My voice came out like a sigh. "Goodnight." I muttered meekly and did my walk of shame back to my room. Thank God I didn't look at Sean or I might have to share the hole with Thomas to bury myself in.

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