Angel

Angel LXI

(tw: brief mention of sa)

ANGEL

The music engulfs me, as I watch the girls twirl around the pole, purple led lights on.

My mind is half focused on them, being more concerned with questioning myself if Lukas will show up here or not. I haven't talked with his sore ass in two days, and honestly...I don't even know if he's still mad.

Either way, I don't care. Maybe a little bit.

Ok, maybe I care. Silence treatment isn't for me.

I'm seated at the leather couch facing the stage, analyzing their moves, my legs crossed.

"Alright, Zelda." I stop the music, making them stop.

She seems to be having pain in her legs which is completely normal.

"Take off your boots." I say and stand up, straightening my black long skirt, who's paired with a black top, a leather jacket, and white sneakers on my feet.

While she does that, and the others rest for a while, I go behind the counter and take some of the wrap paper from the alcohol bottle boxes.

I still have some to unpack since Lukas didn't do much the other day.

Grabbing some of the wrap, I walk back and handle it to her, folded. "Put inside your boots, on your ankles and such. It won't hurt as much." She smiles at me, and after a water break, I tell them to do some more routines for me to see.

This time I stay standing, my arms crossed, as I observe.

I feel a breeze reaching my legs, but am too focused to see where it came from.

Hands, rough yet gentle, grasp my hips, pulling me flush with his front, his hot breath tickling my ear.

He showed up after all.

I want to smile, but I bite my cheek instead.

"Je t'aime." Lukas whispers on my ear, making my jaw twitch as I try not to smile and look  at the girls. The fucker kisses my temple down to my cheek, giving a little squeeze to my hips.

Is this his way of saying we're good?

Rolling my eyes, I turn my face to the side and bite his jaw. "You're not mad anymore?"

"Depends. Suck my dick and we talk later, but I still love you." He whispers, eyes on my face, even if I've turned my attention back to the dancing girls.

"Good."

He snorts softly, and grinning, I turn my face to kiss his cheek.

There's a slight stubble on his face, probably from not shaving these past three days we haven't seen each other, and I start wondering if he only shaves when I'm with him.

"Need anything?" He asks, arms wrapping around me, his crotch rubbing on my ass. If he's trying to seduce me, he's succeeding.

"For you to leave, you're distracting." I say, leaning my head against his chest, still looking at the girls.

It's a good thing they haven't stopped dancing. Lukas is intimidating, and if they keep going is because they're ready for this, if their knees don't show buckling at the sight of Lukas, then to other men it won't either.

And I'm glad I feel his eyes on my face, or else I would put him up there to dance.

"Am I now?" He keeps whispering, lips brushing my burning ear, his rich, fresh scent engulfing me. "I'm serious. Or I'll put you up there next, Alexander."