I pushed through the crowd to the hallway leading to the vast dining room. I snatched up another beer on my way and chugged it without thinking. I caught sight of her on the opposite side of the table as my buzz began to kick in. I squeezed through a few more people. Almost there…
"Teddy!"
Damnit. Emma accosted me.
"Come on, baby come dance with me!"
Jesus, she's already drunk. Which meant there would definitely be no arguing with her. Irritated, I followed her back into the front room by the poker table where a group was bumping and grinding. She grabbed me and pulled me close, working her body the way she always had.
Can't complain about that…
I started getting into it, enjoying her sensuality – the way she guided my every step, moved with stone-cold confidence, and looked like a pop star even in her drunkenness. She was making me pretty Goddamn hot.
I paused for a minute to do shots with a few of the guys at the poker table, and then we were at it again, slow and sexy… My head started to get fuzzy as the liquor took effect and I found myself eyeing the stairs that led up to the empty bedrooms. I slipped my fingers underneath Emma's shirt, caressing her belly – she didn't protest. I started kissing her neck and biting her skin. God, she's hot. I kept thinking. They were about the only words my hormone-raging drunken brain could concoct.
I wanted to suggest we go upstairs but I was too nervous – what if she said no? What if she thought I was taking her away from her fun? She liked her social life and it wasn't unusual for me to accidentally dampen that with my extreme introversion; I didn't want her mad at me again. My apprehension was soon settled when she reached up on her tiptoes and whispered in my ear, "Let's go find a room upstairs".
Our faces lit up with goofy smiles and I followed her up the stairs. She chose one of the first rooms we arrived at, locking the door behind me and pulling me in so our mouths were locked like a bank safe, sheltered from the rest of the world and unbreakable. She pulled away and stepped back, slowly peeling her top off as I practically drooled over the possibilities. How does she do this to me? I thought.
"Why were you following that girl?" she asked. I started.
Uh, what? I looked at her blankly. Why was she bringing up another girl at a moment like this? I couldn't think straight. What was she talking about?
"Don't think I don't know you, Teddy," she continued when it became clear I was not going to provide any insight into her inquiry, "I saw you following her. Do you like her?"
Suddenly it registered – the girl in the plaid skirt. She caught my eyes wandering.
"I don't know what you're talking about," I said, feigning innocence. She started unbuttoning her shorts. Oh my god, she teasing me! She's trying to torture information out of me!
Mustering all the focus I could considering the half-naked girl in front of me, I fought back, "What the fuck are you doing, Emma? Quit playing games."
Her zipper slipped down. Oh God.
"What games?" she said softly as she twirled her hair around her finger. "I'm just asking you a question. Why won't you answer me?"
"No," I said, my irritation quickly returning, "I know what you're doing and I'm not playing along."
Her shorts dropped to the floor.
"No, Teddy," she said, her anger beginning to manifest itself, "I know what you're doing. You like her, don't you? You fucking want her!"
"No!" I cried, "God, I hate it when you act so ridiculous! You're my girlfriend, there's no one else!" I could feel my own rage starting to build. Almost without my permission, I sauntered up to her, eyes blazing until I was just inches from her delectable nose. She was shooting daggers with her eyes.
"You're mad at me?" I challenged.
"Yes," she replied. "I think you're full of shit."
I paused. "Hit me." I don't know where the words came from, they just slipped out. But I was too caught up in the moment to realize what was going on.
"Excuse me?" she scoffed, "You've lost your mind." She tried to walk around me to the door, but I blocked her.
"Hit me, goddamn it. You're mad at me, so hit me!"
"Leave me alone!" she cried, shoving me backwards.
Now we're talking, I thought.
I got right up in her face and yelled, my words slurring, "For fuck's sake, Emma, you're mad at me, so JUST. FUCKING. HIT ME."
A delectable sting whipped across my face as her hand connected with my jaw. She hadn't hit me; she punched me. She started shaking her hand out as I touched my damaged face.
"Are you fucking happy now?" she cried. I saw a drop of blood on my finger. Nice.
"What the fuck?" Emma cried in horror. I looked around. I didn't see anything unusual. Then I realized she was looking down at my cock.
"This turns you on, does it?" she questioned as she backed away from me. I looked down – I was hard as a rock. I hadn't expected that… Her eyes returned to mine and I briefly hoped she'd be happy. "Sick bastard," she spat, "I'm done with you," and she stalked out of the room, leaving me confused and emotionally numb.
And lonely.
If you liked this story, you'll like my originals too! Visit my profile for a link to Losing You, an original romance that follows a very depressed and heart-broken Alexis as she is forced to deal with a very sarcastic and snarky bar patron who thinks he has all the answers to her love problems.