Okay... I realize the first chapter may have gone a bit too fast, so I'll try to slow it down a bit here. Please review. PLEASE.
The minute he stops the car I know I've made a huge mistake. I look up at the bar in horror as he steps out. The next thing I know, my door is open and I'm following him in. He holds the door open for me, and the minute I step in I'm greeted by loud pumping music and an assortment of colored lights.
Bruno grabbed my hand and led me to a counter in the back. He sat down on a balck barstool and I did the same. A waitress was standing there, wearing nothing more than a black lace bra that cut very low from the top, and a pair of shorts so small you could practically see her underwear.
"Hey, Stacia," he said, flashing her a flirtatious smile. She grinned at him, leaning on the counter to get closer, her chest dangerously close to his face.
"Hey, Bruno. What can I get you today?" she asked seductivly.
"Two of the usual," he said nonchalantly, barely seeming to notice her.
"Two?" Then she turned and noticed me. Her face fell immediatly. "Sure," she muttered, giving up on the seducing. She walked away without another word, probably to go poison my drink. Bruno turned to face me, staring at me intently. I looked down, his gaze making me uncomfortable.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" I demanded. He pressed his lips together.
"I can't figure out what your problem is. Why are you so quiet?" I shrugged.
"I didn't realize I was being quiet," I answered. He sighed.
"Is something bothering you? Because you're really killing my mood." YES! I wanted to scream. YES, SOMETHING IS BOTHERING ME! Maybe it's the fact that I am hopelessly in love with you, even though we broke up and I have a new boyfriend. Maybe it's the fact that you seem to like me too, but won't say anything at all. Maybe it's the fact that you just flirted with a waitress who knows you vey well, which leads me to wonder how many times you've been here, and just what you have done with "Stacia".
But I don't say that. Instead, I just turn to look him right in the eye and say "Nope. I'm perfectly fine."
Stacia walks back and plops down our drinks and turns away without any acknowledgement. Bruno stares after her shortly before turning his gaze back to me. He picks up his glass and empties it in one sip.
"Good," he whispers, bringing his face closer to me. His breath smells like alcohol, even though he's only had one drink. "Finish your drink and follow me." I tilt the contents of my glass into my mouth just like he did and get up when he does. Bruno grabs my hand and takes me to the dancefloor. He presses my body against his and our mouths meld into one. I can taste bitter alcohol, but I find myself liking the taste. I lick his lips, trying to get more. His tounge probes my mouth, clashing with mine. I let him take control as I nibble softly on his lip. I moan softly as his hands caress my body, running down the length of my body and stopping at my hips.
"Maybe we should go home now," he whispers, even though we just got here. I nod without protest and turn to go. As soon as I take a step, I feel myself pitching forward. I don't mind though. If I'm going to fall, I'm going to fall. I wait to hit the floor, but two strong hands grab me before I can. "Steady," I hear a voice say. I nod briefly at the voice.
"I'm steady. I'm very steady. You'll never find a girl steadier than me," I say, and when I hear a responding laugh, I laugh too, although I'm not quite sure what's so funny.
When the door to the club opens, I'm greeted by a chilling wind.
"Oo... It's cold," I murmur. Even though I'm sure nobody could hear me, I feel a jacket drop on my shoulders. I smile when immediate warmth rushes trhough me. Bruno steps ahead and opens the car door for me and I slip in. He shuts the door and a few seconds later he's sitting next to me.
He starts the car and we end up at Bruno's apartment. He helps me out and leads me to his room. I lean heavily on him as he unlocks the door. The jacket slips from my shoulders when I step in. I don't stop to pick it up. It'll take care of itself.
"Ashley," says someone behind me. I turn and see Bruno standing there, looking at me expectantly. I move towards him and he immediately pushes his lips on mine.
I don't stop him when he reaches behind me and unzip my dress.
I don't stop him when he pulls the dress off.
I don't stop him when he pulls his own shirt off.
I don't stop him when he takes his jeans off.
I don't stop him when he takes my bra off.
I don't stop him when he slides my panties off.
I don't stop him when he slides his boxers off.
I don't stop him when he takes me to the bed.
So many chances to stop him. But I don't.
So... PLEASE REVIEW. I WILL GET ON MY HANDS AND KNEES AND BEG, BUT PLEASE REVIEW! Warning: NEXT CHAPTER IS VERY "SEXUAL". WATCH OUT :)