Chapter 5
Blaise felt like she was out of control, and that was an understatement. Ever since that night at the club and ever since she had met Malik, all her defenses had come undone, ripped apart by his piercing stare. She still remembered the feel of his hands all over her body, and her body and heart still ached from that encounter. Blaise hadn't felt helpless in a long time, but now she did, and when she did she was completely and utterly self-destructive which meant she would be twice as seductive and twice as dangerous as usual. She watched him slyly out of the corners of her eyes. Even after what had happened, he had regained his semblance of control so quickly. It was like it had never been there. She wanted to gouge his eyes out and send them crashing into a tree, but she didn't. She set her resolve to flirt with every guy in the club but him, driving him and everyone else to madness at once. She was so immersed in her thoughts that she didn't even notice when they finally pulled into the parking lot of the club. When Malik came around the other side of the car to help her out, she swept past him and started walking steadily toward the club. She almost died of relief when she spotted Saiya making her way towards them.
"I'm so glad you showed up Saiya, Malik is such a bore with all his brooding." She didn't glance at him as her eyes bored into Saiya's. "Oh baby, you look hot." She added wickedly, and it was true. Saiya was wearing a red leather halter-top skirt exposing almost all of her midriff and dangerously sharp and tall strappy stilettos. Her belly button ring glistened against her ivory skin under the moonlight.
"I could say the same," Saiya said smoothly, linking arms with Blaise. "Malik, you sure don't know how to treat a lady," she said teasingly as they walked in the club. She instantly found Yvres and the witches on the dance floor getting it on. The club wasn't too dark, but the music was loud and heady. Blaise could already feel her heart thumping to the beat, and she wanted to dance, but she remembered Bryant. Giving the room a glance over, she spotted him at the bar with no hint of Alyssa around. That would be her prey she thought, inwardly smiling. She had brought out the whole arsenal tonight. There would be no holding back. She had picked up a few of his hairs out of his car this morning to make a special pendant. She whispered to Saiya and Malik that she'd be right back, and she ignored the cold, disinterested look on Malik's face as she stalked away. She could feel Malik's eyes boring into her back, but she was determined. She glanced back and gave them a backward wave. Bryant's profile was illuminated in a pool of light from the bar. She slid onto the stool beside Bryant, ordered a Malibu, and turned to face him. "Hello, Bryant," she said huskily turning her smoldering gaze towards him. She watched as he turned to face her, and a smile lit his face as he surveyed her, his gaze finally lingering on her pendant. "I find it hard to believe you are all alone." She watched as he glanced at his glass, and then at the dance floor. "I am for now, Blaise," he said with a flicker of interest in his eyes. Now, she thought, to seal the deal. She leaned over to whisper in his ears. All the while she was trying not to think about Malik's hands all over Saiya's body, and how she wanted to smash that girl's face in for dancing with him. "I want you to fuck me on the dance floor. I want to rake my nails across your body so that you bleed darling." She nibbled on his earlobe, and she felt a shift in his aura. He was hers. --
Saiya let out a slow whistle. She knew Malik heard her. He was behind her grinding her, his hands sliding up and down her bare stomach as the music thudded loudly. She could feel him hard against her back. She knew Malik and there was something different about him today. It was easy for the two of them to be close. They had been lovers for awhile, until they realized it wouldn't work out between the two of them, and that they made better friends than lovers. She was still very attracted to him, but she knew his heart was closed. He had been very careful not to be too physical with her, because of their past, but it seemed, tonight he had forgotten all of that.
"Unbelievable," she said to him in a normal voice. She knew he could hear her. "She is a fuckin' fast operator." Malik only growled in response. She continued, "Wasn't he supposed to hold out longer than that?? I thought he was supposed to play hard to get."
Malik had never, ever been jealous of Bryant until those last few moments, when he saw Blaise, his Blaise, nibbling on Bryant's earlobe playfully and leading him out onto the dance floor. Now he was seeing red. He was having the most violent fantasies in his head about smashing Bryant's face in, and taking Blaise right then and there on the dance floor, and there they were glued together writhing more than dancing. Bryant was whispering things into her ear, and she was laughing with crazy abandon. Her eyes were glittering like jewels in the dim light, and for a moment, their eyes locked from across the dance floor. There was such power and such wildness in her gaze. He knew his eyes matched hers. He schooled his face to be hard as ice and he let his hands roam more freely against Saiya. He watched in fury as she retaliated by kissing Bryant so thoroughly, that the boy looked utterly dazed afterwards.
He turned then, ripping his gaze from their locked embrace. Saiya caressed cheek, and he brought his head down hungrily toward her lips. Suddenly they were off the dance floor and in a dark corner. His hands roamed all over her body, while his lips continued their onslaught on her mouth, all the while knowing that only Blaise could slake his hunger.
"Stop," she pushed at him urgently. "You're not yourself Malik," she shivered slightly. "We have our mission." Her words were like cold water to his lust, and he felt the madness that had overtaken him slip away. He silently thanked her for her sensibility. Saiya always knew him best, and he knew that he did not have to speak the words that were left unsaid between them. He was sober now, and he felt his heart harden. No woman could control him, not even one as lovely and tempting as Blaise.
"Let's do this," he said gruffly, turning to walk back to the dance floor.
"Wait," Saiya, glanced down at her phone. "It's Alyssa, she's here but they aren't anymore."
"Are you sure?" he asked urgently. He had a bad feeling about this. "Tell her to meet us outside."
Blaise felt like she was out of control, and that was an understatement. Ever since that night at the club and ever since she had met Malik, all her defenses had come undone, ripped apart by his piercing stare. She still remembered the feel of his hands all over her body, and her body and heart still ached from that encounter. Blaise hadn't felt helpless in a long time, but now she did, and when she did she was completely and utterly self-destructive which meant she would be twice as seductive and twice as dangerous as usual. She watched him slyly out of the corners of her eyes. Even after what had happened, he had regained his semblance of control so quickly. It was like it had never been there. She wanted to gouge his eyes out and send them crashing into a tree, but she didn't. She set her resolve to flirt with every guy in the club but him, driving him and everyone else to madness at once. She was so immersed in her thoughts that she didn't even notice when they finally pulled into the parking lot of the club. When Malik came around the other side of the car to help her out, she swept past him and started walking steadily toward the club. She almost died of relief when she spotted Saiya making her way towards them.
"I'm so glad you showed up Saiya, Malik is such a bore with all his brooding." She didn't glance at him as her eyes bored into Saiya's. "Oh baby, you look hot." She added wickedly, and it was true. Saiya was wearing a red leather halter-top skirt exposing almost all of her midriff and dangerously sharp and tall strappy stilettos. Her belly button ring glistened against her ivory skin under the moonlight.
"I could say the same," Saiya said smoothly, linking arms with Blaise. "Malik, you sure don't know how to treat a lady," she said teasingly as they walked in the club. She instantly found Yvres and the witches on the dance floor getting it on. The club wasn't too dark, but the music was loud and heady. Blaise could already feel her heart thumping to the beat, and she wanted to dance, but she remembered Bryant. Giving the room a glance over, she spotted him at the bar with no hint of Alyssa around. That would be her prey she thought, inwardly smiling. She had brought out the whole arsenal tonight. There would be no holding back. She had picked up a few of his hairs out of his car this morning to make a special pendant. She whispered to Saiya and Malik that she'd be right back, and she ignored the cold, disinterested look on Malik's face as she stalked away. She could feel Malik's eyes boring into her back, but she was determined. She glanced back and gave them a backward wave. Bryant's profile was illuminated in a pool of light from the bar. She slid onto the stool beside Bryant, ordered a Malibu, and turned to face him. "Hello, Bryant," she said huskily turning her smoldering gaze towards him. She watched as he turned to face her, and a smile lit his face as he surveyed her, his gaze finally lingering on her pendant. "I find it hard to believe you are all alone." She watched as he glanced at his glass, and then at the dance floor. "I am for now, Blaise," he said with a flicker of interest in his eyes. Now, she thought, to seal the deal. She leaned over to whisper in his ears. All the while she was trying not to think about Malik's hands all over Saiya's body, and how she wanted to smash that girl's face in for dancing with him. "I want you to fuck me on the dance floor. I want to rake my nails across your body so that you bleed darling." She nibbled on his earlobe, and she felt a shift in his aura. He was hers. --
Saiya let out a slow whistle. She knew Malik heard her. He was behind her grinding her, his hands sliding up and down her bare stomach as the music thudded loudly. She could feel him hard against her back. She knew Malik and there was something different about him today. It was easy for the two of them to be close. They had been lovers for awhile, until they realized it wouldn't work out between the two of them, and that they made better friends than lovers. She was still very attracted to him, but she knew his heart was closed. He had been very careful not to be too physical with her, because of their past, but it seemed, tonight he had forgotten all of that.
"Unbelievable," she said to him in a normal voice. She knew he could hear her. "She is a fuckin' fast operator." Malik only growled in response. She continued, "Wasn't he supposed to hold out longer than that?? I thought he was supposed to play hard to get."
Malik had never, ever been jealous of Bryant until those last few moments, when he saw Blaise, his Blaise, nibbling on Bryant's earlobe playfully and leading him out onto the dance floor. Now he was seeing red. He was having the most violent fantasies in his head about smashing Bryant's face in, and taking Blaise right then and there on the dance floor, and there they were glued together writhing more than dancing. Bryant was whispering things into her ear, and she was laughing with crazy abandon. Her eyes were glittering like jewels in the dim light, and for a moment, their eyes locked from across the dance floor. There was such power and such wildness in her gaze. He knew his eyes matched hers. He schooled his face to be hard as ice and he let his hands roam more freely against Saiya. He watched in fury as she retaliated by kissing Bryant so thoroughly, that the boy looked utterly dazed afterwards.
He turned then, ripping his gaze from their locked embrace. Saiya caressed cheek, and he brought his head down hungrily toward her lips. Suddenly they were off the dance floor and in a dark corner. His hands roamed all over her body, while his lips continued their onslaught on her mouth, all the while knowing that only Blaise could slake his hunger.
"Stop," she pushed at him urgently. "You're not yourself Malik," she shivered slightly. "We have our mission." Her words were like cold water to his lust, and he felt the madness that had overtaken him slip away. He silently thanked her for her sensibility. Saiya always knew him best, and he knew that he did not have to speak the words that were left unsaid between them. He was sober now, and he felt his heart harden. No woman could control him, not even one as lovely and tempting as Blaise.
"Let's do this," he said gruffly, turning to walk back to the dance floor.
"Wait," Saiya, glanced down at her phone. "It's Alyssa, she's here but they aren't anymore."
"Are you sure?" he asked urgently. He had a bad feeling about this. "Tell her to meet us outside."