Swapped

CHAPTER 4

Seth's POV:

It has now been three days since I have last seen Danniella. We had an agreement but she ran at the first sight of trouble, which I didn't expect. I know I don't know her that well but she gave me the impression that she's a strong and fearless woman.

For her to come to my house without knowing how I would react when she told me about my ex-wife. It takes balls to do that, so why did she run?

I know I shouldn't have spoken to her like that but I didn't mean to. I was angry at Jessica and took it out on her. She sure seemed angry when she left. I thought she'd come back after a day or two, since we agreed that she will stay with me until she finds somewhere permanent to live but she didn't. Now, she's out there, sleeping in hotel rooms all by herself, with no one to protect her.

But I also know it's not my problem or responsibility to take care of her. Then why do I keep worrying about her when she clearly doesn't want anything to do with me. After all, she did accomplish what she came to do which was ruin my marriage.

I must admit she a clever minx. A beautiful, clever minx with the body of a goddess and lips of poison. She has sank her claws so deep in me, I can't get her out of my head. She has plague my mind for days now. I can't stop thinking about her and the kiss we shared. The feel of her in my arm, felt so right. The way her body responded to my touch, had me imagining all the freaky things I want to do to her, and knowing she'd let me without question. She made me feel like a horny teenager all over again. Just thinking about it, gets my cock rock hard.

I sigh in frustration as look out at the skyline of the city, from my office. It was past five and I still had lots of work to be done before I can leave. Just the thought of going home to a big, empty house was very depressing. Right now sleeping on the couch in my office seems like a way better option.

I loudly sigh again for the millionth time and threw myself into my work. It made no sense dwelling on things I have no control over and working is the only thing that takes my mind of my personal life or lack thereof.

Halfway through my work pile, my phone rang, disrupting the silence in my office. I look at my phone screen and saw it was my friend Justin calling. "Hello!"

"Hey bro, what's up? Are we still on for tonight?" He ask loudly through the phone.

"Uh...sure, why not!"

"Don't tell me you forgot we were suppose to meet up at the club?"

"No I didn't forget! I just got caught up with work." I lied. I did forget we made plans to meet up but he didn't need to know that.

"Yeah right! Just get your ass down here. You're a single man now and these thirsty hoes will be lining up to get piece of the action, when they see you." He laughs through the phone.

"Ok! Just give me five minutes and I'll be there."

"Ok! See you in five, otherwise I am partying without you!" He said and cut the call. Justin can be so childish sometimes. I sometimes wonder why we are still friends after all these years. We're both thirty-one years old but he always acts like a hormonal teenager. We have been friends since highschool days and he hasn't change at all since then.

Ten minutes later, I enter the club and immediately spotted Justin in the second floor in the VIP section, with four girls surrounding him. I pushed my way through the crowd and grinned widely as he began loudly howling when he saw me. Justin always had a flare for drama and attracting attention.

"Seth, my brother! I am so happy you finally decided to grace us with your presence!" Justin said loudly over the music.

"I told you I was coming!" I said and laughs at his sarcastic remark.

"Yeah, whatever!

We both started laughing as we dapped them each. I then took a seat opposite Justin, right next to a girl with blonde hair and blue eyes. She was cute but nothing I was craving for. At the same time a waitress brought a tray of tequila shots for us. I took one and throw it back in omg gulp. It burned my insides as it goes down but at the same time, made me feel lively.

"So....how is single life treating you?" Justin asked.

"It's.... it's dull!" I replied truthfully, taking another shot.

"What.... that's a load of crap? Bro, you're a fucking billionaire, how can your life ever be dull?"

"You wouldn't understand!"

"Try me!" He reply, challenging me.

I sigh and took a next shot. "Let's just drop this conversation. I really don't want to talk about it, and here for that matter." I told him, pointing out our environment. He nodded in agreement and took a shot. I was not about to talk about my personal life amongst these women.

I excuse myself and was on my way to the washroom when glimpse someone familiar at the bar. I pause for a few seconds and rub my eyes, thinking I'm hallucinating. I looked again and saw it really was Danniella. She was busy flirting with the customers, who by the way we all men while she serve them their drinks. The way she was dress, left little to the imagination. They were staring at her with lust in their eyes.

She's wearing, what looks like a blazer jacket, but she wore it as a dress instead. The front of the 'dress' was cut extremely low, showing a little more than a glimpse of her breast, every time she moves. It was barely covering her ass from how short it is.

I know I shouldn't be pissed, after all she wasn't mines but that didn't stop me from being pissed anyway. The longer I look at her, the more pissed I got.

As if feeling my stare, she looks up and our eyes met. Her smile drop immediately and a frown quickly replaces it. I approach the far end of the bar, which was the only place empty, waiting for her to come to me.

I didn't have to wait long before she spoke. "Seth! What are you doing here?" She ask curiously, smiling at me. My pulse quickened, seeing her smile but my face remain neutral.

"I should be asking you that. What are you doing here Danniella?" I ask, stressing on her name. Her smile drops.

"I.... I work here!"

"Work? Dress like that?" I ask sarcastically.

Her lip snarl in anger. "Dress like what Seth?" She laughs, forcefully but then took a deep breath and held up her hand. "You know what... don't answer that. What I do is none of your business. So.... with that said. What can I get for you?" She ask angrily, putting on a fake smile.

I shook my head and quietly laugh to myself. "Tequila!"

Her brows crease but then she hesitantly nods and place a glass in front of me. She was about to fill the glass but I reach out and gently grab her wrist, stopping her. She softly gasp while looking at my hand on hers. Her breathing turns shallow while her eyes connects with mines. I revelled at her reaction to my touch.

I smile at her knowingly as she looked at me dumbstruck and took the bottle out of her hand. "I don't want a shot, I want the bottle." I say metaphorically, with a smirk on my face and walk away. I could feel her eyes boring into my back as I calmly walk back to my table.

Her reaction to my touch, tells me everything I needed to know. She was afraid of me. Of what I made her feel. She's surpressing her feelings which makes conquering her all the more sweeter. If it games she wants to play then, let the game begin.