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AN: I've been pondering what direction I should be taking this story in. From my dirty angsty mind this fic might turn into my first R-rated story. There's a first time for everything, I guess. Can somebody please explain what constitutes an R rating on this site? -_- Like the great Pooh once said "Think. Think Think."
Chapter 5: Hallucinations
"Cheers!"
Mei Zhou gulped down another glass of Cristal finally feeling the buzz after his second bottle. He slammed the glass down on the table grinning from ear to ear. Glancing around the table he smiled to himself wondering who would be lucky girl tonight. There were just too many to choose from. Beautiful girls. That is what he craved to be surrounded by, pure uninhibited beauty. Pretty shiny things. Happy smiling people. What other way was there to see the world?
Live for today and not tomorrow is my motto. My life has been filled with parties like these. One after another they all become one big blur of a memory. Half the time I can't even remember where I was or who I was with the next day. It doesn't bother me much, though. With Ximen, it's all about the women. For me, I want it all. To be the life of the party is my obsession. Women. Music. Parties. Good booze. Those are the things that matter the most to me.
He stood up from the couch leaving the many disappointed girls behind to make his way through the crowds to the bar. They all grabbed onto his arms and legs, but he shook them off in disgust. There was nothing more revolting than women who were too needy. As he stumbled against the counter he waved the bartender over. Quickly the bartender recognized his regular customer and hurried over.
"What will it be, sir?"
"Give me a shot of vodka," Mei Zhou commanded slapping a few large bills on the counter.
The bartender's eyes widened. Even after all these years he was still amazed how this young man threw money away like tissues. "Right away, sir."
Within a matter of second Mei Zhou held his drink in his hand and poured it down his throat with a stinging sensation. He grabbed the bottle pouring himself another shot and made his way to one of the small tables. He languidly leaned his body against the table Feeling listless, he playfully twirled his phone on the table in front of him watching it spin in small circles. He eyed the twirling object waiting for it to stop on his next victim. That was his best method of choosing the lady of the night when there were too many to choose from. Slowly it came to a stop pointing straight ahead of him. He glanced up to see who the lucky winner was. He leered over in her direction with his mesmerizing eyes luring her in. Tonight it your lucky night, he thought to himself.
His magnetism was undeniable for within a matter of seconds the tall, slender blonde was making her way over to his direction. She stopped in front of the table leaning over the table letting her chest restl onto the tabletop practically falling out of her low cut top. "Hi Mei Zhou," she whispered in a high pitched whiny voice. "It's sooo hot in here." She fingered the glass in his hand and picked it up. Bringing the glass to her lips, she slowly trailed the condensating glass from her lips down to the valley between her breasts.
"And your name is?" he murmured into her ear causing her to giggle at the brush of his warm breath against her neck.
"Cindy."
"Beautiful name for a beautiful lady." He flashed her his patented smile.
Normally Mei Zhou loved the chase. Part of the fun of being a playboy was the game of cat and mouse. It was this dance he loved the most. All the little games they would play before the night ended would conclude in the tumultuous climax. From the looks of the way she was dressed in a revealing top and a mini skirt that barely covered her ass she was begging to be laid.
However, tonight was different. As she playfully rubbed her foot up and down his leg, he found himself rather impatient tonight. Tonight he felt like all his actions were mechanical with no real passion for the mood. He was just going along with the motions. It had been the third straight night in a row he had found himself clubbing the night away ending up in some hotel room with an anonymous woman whose name he struggled to recall. He wasn't a complete careless bastard, though. He wasn't Ximen, who would leave insane women screaming after him at the end of the affair. Nope. He kept every single one of them on file rotating between the new and old finds. Mei Zhou Ling was a conscientious man. He always found a way to slip away leaving behind some expensive bauble of some sort ending things on good terms promising that he would come back. sooner or later. Why ruin it since she may come in handy some other night?
After that incident at the beach they were all changed for the better or for the worse is quite questionable. Everything looks different when you approach it from another angle. Years passed and they each grew into the man they were now. It was Mei Zhou and Ximen who had embraced their manhood sowing their oats all over the city. Ah Si and Lei had become the two virgins for life. How many times had Ximen and Mei Zhou harassed Ah Si about just getting it over with. He just didn't get the fact that with his exceptional looks and money he could have any woman he wanted. Married. Single. Young. Old. Threesomes. Foursomes. You name it. There was a plethora of choices out there that the two playboys had dipped their spoons in more than a few times. Hell, they even suggested that he make his first time be with his fiancée Xiao Zi. It would be completely acceptable since they would be married one day and she seemed more than willing to do anything for him with all her constant doting. To no avail, though did Ah Si ever fall prey to their peer pressure. It seemed like he had no romantic inclinations for any woman for that matter. He did once mention to them about that time at the hot springs where she exposed herself to him wanting him to take her then and there, but he didn't make the slightest move. It crossed all their minds once or twice he might just be gay. However, they didn't worry about him. He had Xiao Zi and sooner or later she would strip away his virgin title once they were forced to seal the deal of their marriage. Lei was a whole other story. He always kept to himself. Any talk of sex and he would shoot them his cold, icy stare. That was enough to signal to Ximen and Mei Zhou they should shut up. He barely opened up to his closest friends. How would it be possible for him to open up to a woman? Ximen was the one week man- no attachments. Mei Zhou was in it for the thrills feasting on the adrenaline rush of youth and beauty. They had all built up their own walls and methods to deal with their love lives. It just didn't matter how screwed up it all was.
Perhaps it would have been more interesting if Ximen had come along, he wondered to himself. Hmm.I think I'll keep Cindy in the second date pile. She looks like the kind of girl who knows how to have a good time. Nice ass. Exceptional chest. I could lose myself between those two globes. Face is average, though. Well, the body makes up enough for that, he laughed to himself. Her voice is like listening to nails being dragged across a chalkboard. I gotta find some way to shut her up. His mind began to wander to what would come later. He mentally pictured her naked body in front of him. Her ample bosom brushing against his chiseled chest with each rise and fall he would take deeper and deeper into her. His hands exploring every inch of her nubile young body. He wanted her then and there. God, I can't stand the sound of her voice when she's talking. It won't make a difference though. In bed, it'll just be her screaming. He devilishly grinned to himself lost in his own horny thoughts.
He snatched the drink from her hand and threw it down his throat. "Let's go," he commanded. He pulled on his jacket and grabbed her wrist.
From the background the usual loud thumping dance track calmed down to a low beat. The flashing colorful lights were dimmed and a slow track started. The crowd of dancers on the floor who were just seconds ago smashing into each other bobbing their and jumping around knocking into one another slowly paired off. Now the couples gently swayed back and forth. Mei Zhou stopped halfway to the door and glanced up at the dancing couples. It was one of those rare moments that the laissez faire dating scene image was shattered by the image of melancholy women resting their heads against the chests of their partners. The men gripped them only tighter into their embrace resting their chins on their heads closing their eyes getting lost in their own dream world.
"Do you want to dance?" Cindy asked tugging at his sleeve.
Mei Zhou released her wrist and took her hand. "Yeah," he mumbled lost in his own thoughts.
They made their way out onto the dance floor and instantly Cindy rested her head against his shoulder. He uneasily shifted a little feeling disturbed by her doing this. It was a little too intimate for him. Sex would always be sex, but holding her in his arms right now he couldn't help, but feel perturbed by the closeness of slow dancing. Usually he stayed away from the slow songs and preferred the fast ones where he could impress the ladies with his moves. He never liked slow dancing much with women. It required a degree of intimacy that always made him feel awkward.
Cindy lifted her head for a moment before closing her eyes and taking a deep breath nuzzling her face into his chest. "I never would have thought a masculine guy like you would smell like lavender," she smirked.
He struggled to distance himself from her a little, but arms were linked around his waist for dear life pulling him in closer. He glanced down realizing he had worn it. He knew it was out of style and rather beat up, but for some strange reason he could never bring himself to throw it away. A small smile appeared on his lips remembering her. He could picture her small petite frame draped in his jacket like a blanket. The smell of lavender burned in his nostrils that time he held her in his arms for that brief moment after he rescued her. For some strange reason after she gave it back to him her scent lingered in the jacket. Even after the maid accidentally washed it and he threw a raging fit, to his surprise it still smelled like her. He just kept it for so long as a reminder of her as if she was with him wrapping her arms around her enveloping him in her fragrance.
Come back.
Come back.
Return to me love, return to the sea.
Mei Zhou jerked his head up at the sound of those words. He turned to the deejay who was engrossed with adjusting the many knobs and switched so the sound system. It was her voice, but it was definitely coming from the speaker. Frantically he pushed Cindy away like a mad man sending her a few feet away.
"What are you doing?!" she screamed.
He didn't hear a word she said, though. He was too preoccupied with going to the source of that melody. He pushed his way through the couples storming across the dance floor towards the deejay. The tight fit of all those couples dancing only hindered his progress. Feeling frustrated he resigned and thought of just leaving. He looked up one more time towards the high perch the deejay stood in top of and turned around hoping he could sweet talk Cindy into leaving with him. A finger tapped on his shoulder.
"I've already got a date for tonight. Maybe tomorrow," he playfully said. He turned around and his mouth dropped.
She stood in front of him in all her ethereal beauty. A few loose strands of hair fell down over her face as she lowered her head. A slight look of disappointment lingered in her expression. She turned around and proceeded to walk away.
He watched her retreating back with is feet frozen to the ground. The realization that she was leaving hit him and he lunged forward. "Wait!" He grabbed onto her wrist.
She stopped and turned around penetrating through his playboy exterior with the blink of her eyes. Her long eyelashes that framed her glassy doe like eyes sent chills through him. She raised her free hand and pushed the few stray locks of hair out of her face.
For once he was at a loss of words in front of a woman. "Do you want to dance?" he stuttered.
She nodded her head and one hand on his shoulder keeping her other hand locked in his. Soon they were swaying to the music.
The way they were dancing left quite a large gap was in between their two figures. Mei Zhou didn't mind it though. It gave him a chance to study her entire figure. She wore a long white dress that swept against the floor with each step she took. Her long black locks cascaded down her back in waves. Her pale porcelain skin was illuminated by the flashes of lights beaming down in random parts of the dance floor.
Feeling like he was about to explode he pulled her in closer to him. The rich sweet scent of lavender enveloped him. "It's just like I remember," he sighed. She was intoxicating.
She placed a hand on the collar of his jacket. A reminiscent gaze fixed fell upon her face. When she noticed his eyes locked on her a small smile crept onto her lips. Quietly she leaned into him and wrapped her arms around his neck resting her head against his chest.
For that short moment, Mei Zhou felt his mask break. His mind was racing with a million thoughts. How many times had he stopped himself for thinking about her? Even after all these years, she still held a part of his heart. He wanted more than anything in the world to hold her like this shielding her from feeling any sadness or fear. The only thing he could ask for more than that was for her to want him back. With her, he felt a fluttering inside his heart. Confusion. Anticipation. Fear. Despair. It was the first time he felt insecure about a girl wanting him back.
The music abruptly came to a stop, but he continued to hold on tightly for a few seconds more. Chaos erupted around them. The couples now were jumping around bumping into each other in a mass disruption. The glaring, colorful lights blasted everywhere in kaleidoscope of colors. The loud, blaring music thumped in the air and the dance floor shook beneath them. From behind, a girl bumped into Mei Zhou loosening his grip around the girl. In annoyance, he turned to look at the apologizing girl who upon realizing who she bumped into began flirting with him. Ignoring her, he turned around only to find his dream girl slipping out of his grasp. She ran through the crowds leaving his lonely self on the dance floor.
"What the helll?!" Mei Zhou pushed his way through the dancers trying to grip his way out, but they just kept pushing him back in. "Get out of my way!" he screamed pushing aside people.
The girl slipped through the throng ducking and swiveling her way through like a snake. She mockingly turned around to smile at him upon reaching the outer perimeter of the dance floor.
"You're not getting away that easily," Mei Zhou mumbled to himself. He spotted an open pocket and bolted right through it at full speed.
The girl saw this and didn't without a look of worry at being caught. She cupped her mouth giggling and skipped over to one of the private rooms in the back. She flung opened the door and mischievously stuck her hand out from the crack. With a finger sticking out she signaled him to follow. Then she slammed the door shut.
Mei Zhou straightened himself smoothing out the wrinkles in his shirt grinning to himself. It's a game she wants to play is it? Lucky for her I love games. He walked over to the door and timidly reached for the door. He had her all to himself now. He touched his hand to the cold knob and turned it flinging the door open.
The room was blanketed in darkness. He fumbled for the light switch, but to no avail did he find one.
"Where are you?" he asked.
Come to me.
Come to me.
Return to me love, return to the sea.
He fumbled through the darkness tripping over the furniture grasping for her figure. In an attempt to follow her enchanting voice, he lunged holding finally holding onto something warm. He pulled her in closer feverishly kissing the back of her neck. Running his finger through her hair he pulled her face to his kissing her with more passion than he ever thought possible. His lips brushed against her warm supple lips wanting to devour her. "I'll never let you go now," he whispered into her ear.
Abruptly she pushed him away with force. The sound of his rapidly beating heart seemed to fill the air. Mei Zhou gasped for air after that kiss. He lunged forward again to hold her in his arms one again, but all he felt was air. He spun around and blindly waved his arms around the air in search for her. Finally, he grabbed hold of her warm body once again and forced another kiss on her lips making her squeal a little. However, something didn't feel right.
The lights suddenly flickered and turned on. Mei Zhou turned away from the sudden glare of lights into his eyes. He turned back to expecting to look into those deep brown eyes. Horror took over his face. He violently pushed her away sending her falling down onto the couch.
"What are you doing in here?!" he demanded.
"I followed you in here silly. I'm willing to forget about before after that kiss," she teased.
"Where did she go?!"
"Who?"
"There was a girl in here before! You saw her, didn't you? I was dancing with her just before."
Cindy folded her eyes and narrowed them on Mei Zhou's frantic face. "What girl?! The only person I saw go into this room was you." She looked at him in frustration as if he were a mad man.
Mei Zhou ran out of the room and grabbed the nearest person to the doorway, which happened to be his regular bartender. The man was passing by the door carrying a very heavy tray of clean glasses when Mei Zhou swung open the door sending the tray crashing to the ground.
"You! Did you just see a girl in a white dress leave that room before?"
The man pathetically looked down at the mess of shattered glass on the floor. "No sir. I've been in this hall the entire time getting clean glasses from that cupboard over there?" he pointed to the cupboard about five feet away.
"Didn't you even see her go in?!"
"That's impossible sir. The private rooms are locked for renovation. No one is supposed to be able to access these rooms. I was surprised to see you come out of one." The man suspiciously eyes Mei Zhou. "Excuse me for asking, but you don't look to well. I know you as a regular customer, but this club does not approve of drug usage. We do not tolerate that kind of activity here at all. Since you are such a good customer, though I'm willing to let that slide. Perhaps you were just hallucinating."
Mei Zhou blinked his eyes in disbelief. He turned to look at his reflections against the walls of the hallway staring back at him. Beads of sweat dripped down his face. His hair was a mess. His eyes were a little blood shot and his entire body shaking. Was he hallucinating? It wouldn't be the first time he had fallen into a trip. Sometimes one person in the circle he hung out with would bring drugs into the group. Did someone slip him something?
His back fell against the wall. He rubbed his forehead trying to sort out what had just happened. Not finding an answer into the dark hallway he stepped over the broken glass, but before leaving he took out his wallet. "Sorry for the glasses." He tossed a few thousand dollars onto the ground and walked out towards the exit of the club.
As he walked down the street passing by the bright lights, he touched his fingers to his lips. He closed his eyes remembering the feel of her lips against his. Was it all just a hallucination? His heart pounded still feeling that adrenaline rush of finding her again. How could she just vanish into thin air? Was she even real? Or maybe it was a hallucination? Questions like these flooded his mind making his head spin.
Exasperated and frustrated he pulled his jacket closer around his shivering body fighting back the harsh winds pushing against him, He took a deep breath once again smelling her scent, lavender. It felt almost as if she was there with her arms around him again. A burning desire was ignited in him that could not be extinguished.
"I want her."
AN: I've been pondering what direction I should be taking this story in. From my dirty angsty mind this fic might turn into my first R-rated story. There's a first time for everything, I guess. Can somebody please explain what constitutes an R rating on this site? -_- Like the great Pooh once said "Think. Think Think."
Chapter 5: Hallucinations
"Cheers!"
Mei Zhou gulped down another glass of Cristal finally feeling the buzz after his second bottle. He slammed the glass down on the table grinning from ear to ear. Glancing around the table he smiled to himself wondering who would be lucky girl tonight. There were just too many to choose from. Beautiful girls. That is what he craved to be surrounded by, pure uninhibited beauty. Pretty shiny things. Happy smiling people. What other way was there to see the world?
Live for today and not tomorrow is my motto. My life has been filled with parties like these. One after another they all become one big blur of a memory. Half the time I can't even remember where I was or who I was with the next day. It doesn't bother me much, though. With Ximen, it's all about the women. For me, I want it all. To be the life of the party is my obsession. Women. Music. Parties. Good booze. Those are the things that matter the most to me.
He stood up from the couch leaving the many disappointed girls behind to make his way through the crowds to the bar. They all grabbed onto his arms and legs, but he shook them off in disgust. There was nothing more revolting than women who were too needy. As he stumbled against the counter he waved the bartender over. Quickly the bartender recognized his regular customer and hurried over.
"What will it be, sir?"
"Give me a shot of vodka," Mei Zhou commanded slapping a few large bills on the counter.
The bartender's eyes widened. Even after all these years he was still amazed how this young man threw money away like tissues. "Right away, sir."
Within a matter of second Mei Zhou held his drink in his hand and poured it down his throat with a stinging sensation. He grabbed the bottle pouring himself another shot and made his way to one of the small tables. He languidly leaned his body against the table Feeling listless, he playfully twirled his phone on the table in front of him watching it spin in small circles. He eyed the twirling object waiting for it to stop on his next victim. That was his best method of choosing the lady of the night when there were too many to choose from. Slowly it came to a stop pointing straight ahead of him. He glanced up to see who the lucky winner was. He leered over in her direction with his mesmerizing eyes luring her in. Tonight it your lucky night, he thought to himself.
His magnetism was undeniable for within a matter of seconds the tall, slender blonde was making her way over to his direction. She stopped in front of the table leaning over the table letting her chest restl onto the tabletop practically falling out of her low cut top. "Hi Mei Zhou," she whispered in a high pitched whiny voice. "It's sooo hot in here." She fingered the glass in his hand and picked it up. Bringing the glass to her lips, she slowly trailed the condensating glass from her lips down to the valley between her breasts.
"And your name is?" he murmured into her ear causing her to giggle at the brush of his warm breath against her neck.
"Cindy."
"Beautiful name for a beautiful lady." He flashed her his patented smile.
Normally Mei Zhou loved the chase. Part of the fun of being a playboy was the game of cat and mouse. It was this dance he loved the most. All the little games they would play before the night ended would conclude in the tumultuous climax. From the looks of the way she was dressed in a revealing top and a mini skirt that barely covered her ass she was begging to be laid.
However, tonight was different. As she playfully rubbed her foot up and down his leg, he found himself rather impatient tonight. Tonight he felt like all his actions were mechanical with no real passion for the mood. He was just going along with the motions. It had been the third straight night in a row he had found himself clubbing the night away ending up in some hotel room with an anonymous woman whose name he struggled to recall. He wasn't a complete careless bastard, though. He wasn't Ximen, who would leave insane women screaming after him at the end of the affair. Nope. He kept every single one of them on file rotating between the new and old finds. Mei Zhou Ling was a conscientious man. He always found a way to slip away leaving behind some expensive bauble of some sort ending things on good terms promising that he would come back. sooner or later. Why ruin it since she may come in handy some other night?
After that incident at the beach they were all changed for the better or for the worse is quite questionable. Everything looks different when you approach it from another angle. Years passed and they each grew into the man they were now. It was Mei Zhou and Ximen who had embraced their manhood sowing their oats all over the city. Ah Si and Lei had become the two virgins for life. How many times had Ximen and Mei Zhou harassed Ah Si about just getting it over with. He just didn't get the fact that with his exceptional looks and money he could have any woman he wanted. Married. Single. Young. Old. Threesomes. Foursomes. You name it. There was a plethora of choices out there that the two playboys had dipped their spoons in more than a few times. Hell, they even suggested that he make his first time be with his fiancée Xiao Zi. It would be completely acceptable since they would be married one day and she seemed more than willing to do anything for him with all her constant doting. To no avail, though did Ah Si ever fall prey to their peer pressure. It seemed like he had no romantic inclinations for any woman for that matter. He did once mention to them about that time at the hot springs where she exposed herself to him wanting him to take her then and there, but he didn't make the slightest move. It crossed all their minds once or twice he might just be gay. However, they didn't worry about him. He had Xiao Zi and sooner or later she would strip away his virgin title once they were forced to seal the deal of their marriage. Lei was a whole other story. He always kept to himself. Any talk of sex and he would shoot them his cold, icy stare. That was enough to signal to Ximen and Mei Zhou they should shut up. He barely opened up to his closest friends. How would it be possible for him to open up to a woman? Ximen was the one week man- no attachments. Mei Zhou was in it for the thrills feasting on the adrenaline rush of youth and beauty. They had all built up their own walls and methods to deal with their love lives. It just didn't matter how screwed up it all was.
Perhaps it would have been more interesting if Ximen had come along, he wondered to himself. Hmm.I think I'll keep Cindy in the second date pile. She looks like the kind of girl who knows how to have a good time. Nice ass. Exceptional chest. I could lose myself between those two globes. Face is average, though. Well, the body makes up enough for that, he laughed to himself. Her voice is like listening to nails being dragged across a chalkboard. I gotta find some way to shut her up. His mind began to wander to what would come later. He mentally pictured her naked body in front of him. Her ample bosom brushing against his chiseled chest with each rise and fall he would take deeper and deeper into her. His hands exploring every inch of her nubile young body. He wanted her then and there. God, I can't stand the sound of her voice when she's talking. It won't make a difference though. In bed, it'll just be her screaming. He devilishly grinned to himself lost in his own horny thoughts.
He snatched the drink from her hand and threw it down his throat. "Let's go," he commanded. He pulled on his jacket and grabbed her wrist.
From the background the usual loud thumping dance track calmed down to a low beat. The flashing colorful lights were dimmed and a slow track started. The crowd of dancers on the floor who were just seconds ago smashing into each other bobbing their and jumping around knocking into one another slowly paired off. Now the couples gently swayed back and forth. Mei Zhou stopped halfway to the door and glanced up at the dancing couples. It was one of those rare moments that the laissez faire dating scene image was shattered by the image of melancholy women resting their heads against the chests of their partners. The men gripped them only tighter into their embrace resting their chins on their heads closing their eyes getting lost in their own dream world.
"Do you want to dance?" Cindy asked tugging at his sleeve.
Mei Zhou released her wrist and took her hand. "Yeah," he mumbled lost in his own thoughts.
They made their way out onto the dance floor and instantly Cindy rested her head against his shoulder. He uneasily shifted a little feeling disturbed by her doing this. It was a little too intimate for him. Sex would always be sex, but holding her in his arms right now he couldn't help, but feel perturbed by the closeness of slow dancing. Usually he stayed away from the slow songs and preferred the fast ones where he could impress the ladies with his moves. He never liked slow dancing much with women. It required a degree of intimacy that always made him feel awkward.
Cindy lifted her head for a moment before closing her eyes and taking a deep breath nuzzling her face into his chest. "I never would have thought a masculine guy like you would smell like lavender," she smirked.
He struggled to distance himself from her a little, but arms were linked around his waist for dear life pulling him in closer. He glanced down realizing he had worn it. He knew it was out of style and rather beat up, but for some strange reason he could never bring himself to throw it away. A small smile appeared on his lips remembering her. He could picture her small petite frame draped in his jacket like a blanket. The smell of lavender burned in his nostrils that time he held her in his arms for that brief moment after he rescued her. For some strange reason after she gave it back to him her scent lingered in the jacket. Even after the maid accidentally washed it and he threw a raging fit, to his surprise it still smelled like her. He just kept it for so long as a reminder of her as if she was with him wrapping her arms around her enveloping him in her fragrance.
Come back.
Come back.
Return to me love, return to the sea.
Mei Zhou jerked his head up at the sound of those words. He turned to the deejay who was engrossed with adjusting the many knobs and switched so the sound system. It was her voice, but it was definitely coming from the speaker. Frantically he pushed Cindy away like a mad man sending her a few feet away.
"What are you doing?!" she screamed.
He didn't hear a word she said, though. He was too preoccupied with going to the source of that melody. He pushed his way through the couples storming across the dance floor towards the deejay. The tight fit of all those couples dancing only hindered his progress. Feeling frustrated he resigned and thought of just leaving. He looked up one more time towards the high perch the deejay stood in top of and turned around hoping he could sweet talk Cindy into leaving with him. A finger tapped on his shoulder.
"I've already got a date for tonight. Maybe tomorrow," he playfully said. He turned around and his mouth dropped.
She stood in front of him in all her ethereal beauty. A few loose strands of hair fell down over her face as she lowered her head. A slight look of disappointment lingered in her expression. She turned around and proceeded to walk away.
He watched her retreating back with is feet frozen to the ground. The realization that she was leaving hit him and he lunged forward. "Wait!" He grabbed onto her wrist.
She stopped and turned around penetrating through his playboy exterior with the blink of her eyes. Her long eyelashes that framed her glassy doe like eyes sent chills through him. She raised her free hand and pushed the few stray locks of hair out of her face.
For once he was at a loss of words in front of a woman. "Do you want to dance?" he stuttered.
She nodded her head and one hand on his shoulder keeping her other hand locked in his. Soon they were swaying to the music.
The way they were dancing left quite a large gap was in between their two figures. Mei Zhou didn't mind it though. It gave him a chance to study her entire figure. She wore a long white dress that swept against the floor with each step she took. Her long black locks cascaded down her back in waves. Her pale porcelain skin was illuminated by the flashes of lights beaming down in random parts of the dance floor.
Feeling like he was about to explode he pulled her in closer to him. The rich sweet scent of lavender enveloped him. "It's just like I remember," he sighed. She was intoxicating.
She placed a hand on the collar of his jacket. A reminiscent gaze fixed fell upon her face. When she noticed his eyes locked on her a small smile crept onto her lips. Quietly she leaned into him and wrapped her arms around his neck resting her head against his chest.
For that short moment, Mei Zhou felt his mask break. His mind was racing with a million thoughts. How many times had he stopped himself for thinking about her? Even after all these years, she still held a part of his heart. He wanted more than anything in the world to hold her like this shielding her from feeling any sadness or fear. The only thing he could ask for more than that was for her to want him back. With her, he felt a fluttering inside his heart. Confusion. Anticipation. Fear. Despair. It was the first time he felt insecure about a girl wanting him back.
The music abruptly came to a stop, but he continued to hold on tightly for a few seconds more. Chaos erupted around them. The couples now were jumping around bumping into each other in a mass disruption. The glaring, colorful lights blasted everywhere in kaleidoscope of colors. The loud, blaring music thumped in the air and the dance floor shook beneath them. From behind, a girl bumped into Mei Zhou loosening his grip around the girl. In annoyance, he turned to look at the apologizing girl who upon realizing who she bumped into began flirting with him. Ignoring her, he turned around only to find his dream girl slipping out of his grasp. She ran through the crowds leaving his lonely self on the dance floor.
"What the helll?!" Mei Zhou pushed his way through the dancers trying to grip his way out, but they just kept pushing him back in. "Get out of my way!" he screamed pushing aside people.
The girl slipped through the throng ducking and swiveling her way through like a snake. She mockingly turned around to smile at him upon reaching the outer perimeter of the dance floor.
"You're not getting away that easily," Mei Zhou mumbled to himself. He spotted an open pocket and bolted right through it at full speed.
The girl saw this and didn't without a look of worry at being caught. She cupped her mouth giggling and skipped over to one of the private rooms in the back. She flung opened the door and mischievously stuck her hand out from the crack. With a finger sticking out she signaled him to follow. Then she slammed the door shut.
Mei Zhou straightened himself smoothing out the wrinkles in his shirt grinning to himself. It's a game she wants to play is it? Lucky for her I love games. He walked over to the door and timidly reached for the door. He had her all to himself now. He touched his hand to the cold knob and turned it flinging the door open.
The room was blanketed in darkness. He fumbled for the light switch, but to no avail did he find one.
"Where are you?" he asked.
Come to me.
Come to me.
Return to me love, return to the sea.
He fumbled through the darkness tripping over the furniture grasping for her figure. In an attempt to follow her enchanting voice, he lunged holding finally holding onto something warm. He pulled her in closer feverishly kissing the back of her neck. Running his finger through her hair he pulled her face to his kissing her with more passion than he ever thought possible. His lips brushed against her warm supple lips wanting to devour her. "I'll never let you go now," he whispered into her ear.
Abruptly she pushed him away with force. The sound of his rapidly beating heart seemed to fill the air. Mei Zhou gasped for air after that kiss. He lunged forward again to hold her in his arms one again, but all he felt was air. He spun around and blindly waved his arms around the air in search for her. Finally, he grabbed hold of her warm body once again and forced another kiss on her lips making her squeal a little. However, something didn't feel right.
The lights suddenly flickered and turned on. Mei Zhou turned away from the sudden glare of lights into his eyes. He turned back to expecting to look into those deep brown eyes. Horror took over his face. He violently pushed her away sending her falling down onto the couch.
"What are you doing in here?!" he demanded.
"I followed you in here silly. I'm willing to forget about before after that kiss," she teased.
"Where did she go?!"
"Who?"
"There was a girl in here before! You saw her, didn't you? I was dancing with her just before."
Cindy folded her eyes and narrowed them on Mei Zhou's frantic face. "What girl?! The only person I saw go into this room was you." She looked at him in frustration as if he were a mad man.
Mei Zhou ran out of the room and grabbed the nearest person to the doorway, which happened to be his regular bartender. The man was passing by the door carrying a very heavy tray of clean glasses when Mei Zhou swung open the door sending the tray crashing to the ground.
"You! Did you just see a girl in a white dress leave that room before?"
The man pathetically looked down at the mess of shattered glass on the floor. "No sir. I've been in this hall the entire time getting clean glasses from that cupboard over there?" he pointed to the cupboard about five feet away.
"Didn't you even see her go in?!"
"That's impossible sir. The private rooms are locked for renovation. No one is supposed to be able to access these rooms. I was surprised to see you come out of one." The man suspiciously eyes Mei Zhou. "Excuse me for asking, but you don't look to well. I know you as a regular customer, but this club does not approve of drug usage. We do not tolerate that kind of activity here at all. Since you are such a good customer, though I'm willing to let that slide. Perhaps you were just hallucinating."
Mei Zhou blinked his eyes in disbelief. He turned to look at his reflections against the walls of the hallway staring back at him. Beads of sweat dripped down his face. His hair was a mess. His eyes were a little blood shot and his entire body shaking. Was he hallucinating? It wouldn't be the first time he had fallen into a trip. Sometimes one person in the circle he hung out with would bring drugs into the group. Did someone slip him something?
His back fell against the wall. He rubbed his forehead trying to sort out what had just happened. Not finding an answer into the dark hallway he stepped over the broken glass, but before leaving he took out his wallet. "Sorry for the glasses." He tossed a few thousand dollars onto the ground and walked out towards the exit of the club.
As he walked down the street passing by the bright lights, he touched his fingers to his lips. He closed his eyes remembering the feel of her lips against his. Was it all just a hallucination? His heart pounded still feeling that adrenaline rush of finding her again. How could she just vanish into thin air? Was she even real? Or maybe it was a hallucination? Questions like these flooded his mind making his head spin.
Exasperated and frustrated he pulled his jacket closer around his shivering body fighting back the harsh winds pushing against him, He took a deep breath once again smelling her scent, lavender. It felt almost as if she was there with her arms around him again. A burning desire was ignited in him that could not be extinguished.
"I want her."
