CHAPTER 16
Dirty
"You've been very quiet throughout dinner, Teresa. Is something the matter?"
"No, nothing worth mentioning."
She looked around her.
"This is a very nice place."
"Yes, this restaurant is my father's little hobby."
"Really? Well I think it's wonderful."
"Yes. It doesn't compare to what the Cranes have, but I like to think that we are much luckier than they are."
"How so?"
"For one, both my parents are happily married. They also acknowledge my existence."
"You robbed Fox's nose in this many times, didn't you?"
"I guess I'm guilty of that."
She took her glass of wine to her lips and drank. As soon as she put it down, he filled it up again. He had been doing that since the waiter had brought the bottle to their table. She didn't seem to notice.
They finished eating and Dylan took her to the club from the back of the restaurant.
"Why the name, Bump and Grind?"
He gave a devilish smile.
"Because those are two things I enjoy."
"And your parents didn't mind?"
"It's going to be my club when my father is no more. Besides, I'm the one running it."
Dylan pushed a door open and they walked on the floor. The music was loud and it was crowded. He walked up to the bar.
"Kevin, get the lady a cosmopolitan and keep them coming."
He led Teresa to inside a lounge with her drink in her hands.
"I have business to take care of. It will take a few minutes I promise."
She smiled at him.
"Sure, take your time."
She sat down and sank in the comfy couch. She put the drink on the table next to her and closed her eyes. She then picked up her drink and chugged it down wanting to drown your pain.
"Miss?"
She opened her eyes.
"Yes."
"Mr. Banning told me to keep your drinks coming."
"Thank you. Do you have something stronger. I don't know, vodka or tequila perhaps?"
"Are you certain?"
"Yes."
The bartender walked away and was back with a bottle of tequila and shooter glass.
"Thank you."
He left her, but not before looking over his shoulder first. Teresa closed her eyes again.
"This should do the trick."
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"So, Fox..are you ready to have fun?"
"I guess."
"Everything aright?"
He didn't answer. In fact, it was as though he didn't even realize she was there, standing next to him. They walked inside the club and Fox started looking around to see if he could find Teresa.
"Fox, buy me a drink?"
He took a couple of bills and handed them to her.
She felt exasperated at him.
"Thanks, I guess. Want something?"
"No, I'm driving...remember?"
He was rude.
"I'm sorry."
He looked at her and forced a smile upon his face.
"I didn't mean to be rude to you Whitney."
He sat down at one of the tables, still looking to see if he could spot either Teresa or Dylan. He finally saw them and hated it what they were doing on the dance floor.
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Oh, I'm overdue,
Give me some room,
I'm coming through,
Paid my dues,
In the mood,
Me and my girls gonna shake the room,
DJ's spinning, show your hands,
Let's get dirty,
I need that, huh, to get me off,
Sweat until my clothes come off,
"Teresa?"
She opened her eyes expecting to see someone else.
"Dylan, you're back?"
"Yes, you want to get on the dance floor?"
"Sure."
She got up but fell back. He gave her his hand and pulled her up from the couch.
"Are you feeling okay?"
She smiled at him.
"Sure I am."
He smiled back at her knowing very well what she had done and all the alcohol she had drank. He was confident that tonight he would be spending the night with Teresa. He led her to the dance floor and pulled her close to him.
It's explosive, speakers are pumping,
Still jumping, six in the morning,
Table dancing, glasses are mashing,
No question, time for some action,
Temperature's up,
About to erupt,
Gonna get my girls,
Get your boys,
Gonna make some noise,
Fox started at the way Dylan was holding Teresa, how his hands were all over her. She wasn't reacting or pushing him away.
"Fox, want to go on the dance floor?"
"No."
He got up from his chair. She went after him.
Wanna get rowdy,
Gonna get a little unruly,
Get it fired up in a hurry,
Wanna get dirty,
It's about time that I came to start the party,
Sweat dripping over my body,
Dancing getting just a little naughty,
Wanna get dirty,
It's about time for my arrival,
Whitney put her hand on Fox's arm.
"What's going on?"
"It's Teresa."
She felt a little panic.
"What's wrong with her."
"She is with Dylan."
"And you're with me. Maybe you should concentrate on that."
She turned his face with her hand toward her.
"Fox, do you think I'm beautiful?"
He looked at he feeling weird.
"I guess, you are beautiful."
"You guess?"
Ah, heat is up,
So ladies, fellas,
Drop your cups,
Body's hot,
Front to back,
Now move your ass,
I like that,
Dylan was holding Teresa closer and closer to him. All she did was follow the movement of his body. She kept passing out on coming to.
Tight hip huggers, low for sure,
Shake a little somethin' on the floor,
I need that to get me off,
Sweat until me clothes come off,
Let's get open, cause a commotion,
We're still going, eight in the morning,
There's no stopping, we keep it popping,
Hot rocking, everyone's talking,
Whitney moved toward Fox. She pressed her body against his and planted one right on his lips. He pushed her away in time to see that Dylan was walking Teresa out of the club.
"What is wrong with you, Fox?"
"Dylan is taking Teresa out of here."
"And?"
"And? You're supposed to be her friend."
He ran out after them. Teresa was almost passed out. Her body seemed limp.
"Where the hell are you taking her?"
"Back to my place, Fox. Why do you ask?"
"You sick son of a bitch. I will break your face. She is completely gone and you want to take her back to your place?"
"Relax, it's nothing like that."
"you forgot that I know you really well? This is exactly what you do, Dylan. I will not let you do this to her."
"Then take her with you."
Fox looked at Teresa who was in a poor state. She looked back at him.
"Fox?"
He walked up to her.
"I'm here."
"Take me home, please."
"Of course."
He picked her up and walked to the car with Whitney behind them. He gave her his car keys and she unlocked the doors. He put Teresa in the passenger's seat.
"I should have listened to you Fox. I'm sorry."
He had taken his place and started driving but not without warning Dylan to stay away from Teresa.
"Don't worry about Resa."
"You know I love you, right?"
He looked at her, she was so far gone. What the hell had gotten into her?
"Of course I do."
He looked in his rearview mirror and Whitney.
"I'm sorry, but I won't be able to drive you to your place. You can spend the night or take my car to get home."
"I'll stay over."
He pulled over in front of the mansion and got out. He picked up Teresa from her seat and carried her inside and to her bedroom. He laid her on her bed as Whitney watched on.
"Whitney, Teresa's shirts are in one of drawers. Just take one."
The entire time he spoke to her, he never took his eyes off Teresa. He got up and got her nightgown. He removed her top and pulled down her pants as put her nightgown on, making sure that she didn't wake her up. All along, Whitney was standing there. Teresa opened her eyes and got out of her bed. She was trying to walk to the bathroom.
"Where are you going Teresa?"
"I'm feeling sick."
He helped her to the bathroom and the entire time she sat on the floor in front of the toilet, he held her hair back and held her. She started to cry.
"I never want us to fight again."
"Then we will never fight again, Resa."
She laid her head back on his chest.
"Let me help you to your bed."
She nodded and he helped her up.
"It's hurts."
He worried.
"What hurts?"
She took his hand and put it between her breasts.
"Here, inside. Everytime we fight it hurts more and more. I want it to stop."
"I guess we'll just have to work hard not to fight anymore because it hurts me too."
She gave him a nod. He got up to leave.
"Stay with me."
"You need to sleep, Teresa."
"We can talk."
"Just give me a second and I'll be right back."
He left the room and pulled the door behind him. Whitney was standing in the hallway.
"You can stay in the guest room, Whitney."
"Alright, thank you....is Teresa okay?"
"She'll be fine. I'll spend the night in her room."
"Oh, fine."
She went in the guest room and closed the door behind her while Fox went to his room to get changed. She sat on the bed realizing that the only person Fox had eyes for was Teresa. She had lost before he was even hers. She kissed him and he pushed her away.
Fox went back to Teresa's room. She turned her head when she heard him walk in. She moved to make space for him. He laid down next to her and she put her head on his chest. He wrapped an arm around her. She was starting to drift away.
"Thank you for been there for me, Fox. I don't deserve you."
He looked down at her face. She had fallen asleep. He kissed her affectionately on top of her head. It didn't take him long before he was also sleeping.
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Whitney got up and wandered around the mansion for a while only to find herself in front of Teresa's bedroom. She opened the door slowly making sure that she didn't make any noise. She walked inside only to see Teresa's head lying on Fox's chest with one of her arms around his waist. Fox's arms were both around Teresa. It was like they were claiming each other in their sleep.
"Maybe they do belong to each other after all."
She felt tears coming to her eyes. She left the room and closed the door behind her. She walked back to the guest room and locked herself in. She laid in the bed wide awake thinking that Fox was lost to her.
"You've been very quiet throughout dinner, Teresa. Is something the matter?"
"No, nothing worth mentioning."
She looked around her.
"This is a very nice place."
"Yes, this restaurant is my father's little hobby."
"Really? Well I think it's wonderful."
"Yes. It doesn't compare to what the Cranes have, but I like to think that we are much luckier than they are."
"How so?"
"For one, both my parents are happily married. They also acknowledge my existence."
"You robbed Fox's nose in this many times, didn't you?"
"I guess I'm guilty of that."
She took her glass of wine to her lips and drank. As soon as she put it down, he filled it up again. He had been doing that since the waiter had brought the bottle to their table. She didn't seem to notice.
They finished eating and Dylan took her to the club from the back of the restaurant.
"Why the name, Bump and Grind?"
He gave a devilish smile.
"Because those are two things I enjoy."
"And your parents didn't mind?"
"It's going to be my club when my father is no more. Besides, I'm the one running it."
Dylan pushed a door open and they walked on the floor. The music was loud and it was crowded. He walked up to the bar.
"Kevin, get the lady a cosmopolitan and keep them coming."
He led Teresa to inside a lounge with her drink in her hands.
"I have business to take care of. It will take a few minutes I promise."
She smiled at him.
"Sure, take your time."
She sat down and sank in the comfy couch. She put the drink on the table next to her and closed her eyes. She then picked up her drink and chugged it down wanting to drown your pain.
"Miss?"
She opened her eyes.
"Yes."
"Mr. Banning told me to keep your drinks coming."
"Thank you. Do you have something stronger. I don't know, vodka or tequila perhaps?"
"Are you certain?"
"Yes."
The bartender walked away and was back with a bottle of tequila and shooter glass.
"Thank you."
He left her, but not before looking over his shoulder first. Teresa closed her eyes again.
"This should do the trick."
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"So, Fox..are you ready to have fun?"
"I guess."
"Everything aright?"
He didn't answer. In fact, it was as though he didn't even realize she was there, standing next to him. They walked inside the club and Fox started looking around to see if he could find Teresa.
"Fox, buy me a drink?"
He took a couple of bills and handed them to her.
She felt exasperated at him.
"Thanks, I guess. Want something?"
"No, I'm driving...remember?"
He was rude.
"I'm sorry."
He looked at her and forced a smile upon his face.
"I didn't mean to be rude to you Whitney."
He sat down at one of the tables, still looking to see if he could spot either Teresa or Dylan. He finally saw them and hated it what they were doing on the dance floor.
***********************
Oh, I'm overdue,
Give me some room,
I'm coming through,
Paid my dues,
In the mood,
Me and my girls gonna shake the room,
DJ's spinning, show your hands,
Let's get dirty,
I need that, huh, to get me off,
Sweat until my clothes come off,
"Teresa?"
She opened her eyes expecting to see someone else.
"Dylan, you're back?"
"Yes, you want to get on the dance floor?"
"Sure."
She got up but fell back. He gave her his hand and pulled her up from the couch.
"Are you feeling okay?"
She smiled at him.
"Sure I am."
He smiled back at her knowing very well what she had done and all the alcohol she had drank. He was confident that tonight he would be spending the night with Teresa. He led her to the dance floor and pulled her close to him.
It's explosive, speakers are pumping,
Still jumping, six in the morning,
Table dancing, glasses are mashing,
No question, time for some action,
Temperature's up,
About to erupt,
Gonna get my girls,
Get your boys,
Gonna make some noise,
Fox started at the way Dylan was holding Teresa, how his hands were all over her. She wasn't reacting or pushing him away.
"Fox, want to go on the dance floor?"
"No."
He got up from his chair. She went after him.
Wanna get rowdy,
Gonna get a little unruly,
Get it fired up in a hurry,
Wanna get dirty,
It's about time that I came to start the party,
Sweat dripping over my body,
Dancing getting just a little naughty,
Wanna get dirty,
It's about time for my arrival,
Whitney put her hand on Fox's arm.
"What's going on?"
"It's Teresa."
She felt a little panic.
"What's wrong with her."
"She is with Dylan."
"And you're with me. Maybe you should concentrate on that."
She turned his face with her hand toward her.
"Fox, do you think I'm beautiful?"
He looked at he feeling weird.
"I guess, you are beautiful."
"You guess?"
Ah, heat is up,
So ladies, fellas,
Drop your cups,
Body's hot,
Front to back,
Now move your ass,
I like that,
Dylan was holding Teresa closer and closer to him. All she did was follow the movement of his body. She kept passing out on coming to.
Tight hip huggers, low for sure,
Shake a little somethin' on the floor,
I need that to get me off,
Sweat until me clothes come off,
Let's get open, cause a commotion,
We're still going, eight in the morning,
There's no stopping, we keep it popping,
Hot rocking, everyone's talking,
Whitney moved toward Fox. She pressed her body against his and planted one right on his lips. He pushed her away in time to see that Dylan was walking Teresa out of the club.
"What is wrong with you, Fox?"
"Dylan is taking Teresa out of here."
"And?"
"And? You're supposed to be her friend."
He ran out after them. Teresa was almost passed out. Her body seemed limp.
"Where the hell are you taking her?"
"Back to my place, Fox. Why do you ask?"
"You sick son of a bitch. I will break your face. She is completely gone and you want to take her back to your place?"
"Relax, it's nothing like that."
"you forgot that I know you really well? This is exactly what you do, Dylan. I will not let you do this to her."
"Then take her with you."
Fox looked at Teresa who was in a poor state. She looked back at him.
"Fox?"
He walked up to her.
"I'm here."
"Take me home, please."
"Of course."
He picked her up and walked to the car with Whitney behind them. He gave her his car keys and she unlocked the doors. He put Teresa in the passenger's seat.
"I should have listened to you Fox. I'm sorry."
He had taken his place and started driving but not without warning Dylan to stay away from Teresa.
"Don't worry about Resa."
"You know I love you, right?"
He looked at her, she was so far gone. What the hell had gotten into her?
"Of course I do."
He looked in his rearview mirror and Whitney.
"I'm sorry, but I won't be able to drive you to your place. You can spend the night or take my car to get home."
"I'll stay over."
He pulled over in front of the mansion and got out. He picked up Teresa from her seat and carried her inside and to her bedroom. He laid her on her bed as Whitney watched on.
"Whitney, Teresa's shirts are in one of drawers. Just take one."
The entire time he spoke to her, he never took his eyes off Teresa. He got up and got her nightgown. He removed her top and pulled down her pants as put her nightgown on, making sure that she didn't wake her up. All along, Whitney was standing there. Teresa opened her eyes and got out of her bed. She was trying to walk to the bathroom.
"Where are you going Teresa?"
"I'm feeling sick."
He helped her to the bathroom and the entire time she sat on the floor in front of the toilet, he held her hair back and held her. She started to cry.
"I never want us to fight again."
"Then we will never fight again, Resa."
She laid her head back on his chest.
"Let me help you to your bed."
She nodded and he helped her up.
"It's hurts."
He worried.
"What hurts?"
She took his hand and put it between her breasts.
"Here, inside. Everytime we fight it hurts more and more. I want it to stop."
"I guess we'll just have to work hard not to fight anymore because it hurts me too."
She gave him a nod. He got up to leave.
"Stay with me."
"You need to sleep, Teresa."
"We can talk."
"Just give me a second and I'll be right back."
He left the room and pulled the door behind him. Whitney was standing in the hallway.
"You can stay in the guest room, Whitney."
"Alright, thank you....is Teresa okay?"
"She'll be fine. I'll spend the night in her room."
"Oh, fine."
She went in the guest room and closed the door behind her while Fox went to his room to get changed. She sat on the bed realizing that the only person Fox had eyes for was Teresa. She had lost before he was even hers. She kissed him and he pushed her away.
Fox went back to Teresa's room. She turned her head when she heard him walk in. She moved to make space for him. He laid down next to her and she put her head on his chest. He wrapped an arm around her. She was starting to drift away.
"Thank you for been there for me, Fox. I don't deserve you."
He looked down at her face. She had fallen asleep. He kissed her affectionately on top of her head. It didn't take him long before he was also sleeping.
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Whitney got up and wandered around the mansion for a while only to find herself in front of Teresa's bedroom. She opened the door slowly making sure that she didn't make any noise. She walked inside only to see Teresa's head lying on Fox's chest with one of her arms around his waist. Fox's arms were both around Teresa. It was like they were claiming each other in their sleep.
"Maybe they do belong to each other after all."
She felt tears coming to her eyes. She left the room and closed the door behind her. She walked back to the guest room and locked herself in. She laid in the bed wide awake thinking that Fox was lost to her.
