Losers |H.S|

Chapter 11

I was so damn nervous.

After he left that bathroom on Saturday, leaving me a panting mess with two pairs of eyes judging me, or being jealous of me I wasn't sure, it turns out he left the club in general. Which was kinda weird cause I expected him to be there when I returned to our table, to make my face turn crimson-red from his snarky comments.

But nope, he had left the club and quite hurriedly from what the others told me. And it made no sense to me at all. I didn't miss the looks that everyone was giving me though, and that was proof enough that they already knew what happened. Well maybe not precisely, but I'm sure they had a general idea of the situation, given the look Logan gave me before he left me as easy prey to that green-eyed wolf.

Also I had a huge red hickey on my neck.

So I acted dumb, because I didn't have the courage to confront their looks. I asked Rita to leave and of course she agreed, because, besides being a pain in my ass most of the time, she's always there for me. And I'm sure when she saw me coming out of that bathroom she sensed how awkward and torn I felt, and that's why she didn't give me as much of a hard time as she'd normally had.

Fuck. The way he kissed me... No one has ever kissed me like that before. Ever. His lips were so craving for me and so greedy, and I couldn't get enough of the taste of his tongue. His taste was even more intoxicating than his smell and I'm pretty sure I was already addicted.

And the fact that he had me coming all over his pants without even touching my pussy in a matter of a handful of minutes..? Never in the life of me I would imagine someone could do that to me. Usually it took me over 30 minutes of sex, or general stimulation, to come, and that's why most of the times I had sex I didn't orgasm, because it didn't last that long in the first place.

Not with him though. He had my body trembling and dripping for him only by his taste and his domineering tone and words, and that was driving me even more crazy. What type of sorcery is that?

No, he's way more dangerous than I thought and I completely overestimated myself around him. I mean all it took him was to just demand me to shut up with that perfect croaky voice of his, which nearly made me come by itself to be honest.

I like it when you beg.

Fuck, if only he knew...

Thankfully Sunday was always my day-off and Mondays the bar was closed as usual, so I didn't have to deal with him for a full two days, and gave me enough time to think of what happened and how I'm gonna handle the situation.

I was sure that now he knew exactly how much he affected me, he wouldn't back down until I gave in completely to him. And that wouldn't be a bad thing if I wasn't pretty positive that this was the only thing that he wanted from me. One night, and then move to his next conquest.

Sadly I knew that type of guy very well being a female bartender for so many years, he fitted the features perfectly. Ridiculously hot, confident walk, arrogant smile and cocky attitude, acting like he owned every woman in any place he entered.

So I made the decision to just come clean to him and tell him exactly why I don't want this thing between us to keep going on, hoping that he would understand and respect me. After all, he genuinely seemed like a nice guy. Just... not for dating.

I'm so fucking nervous cause I know that I'm gonna see him tonight after more than 48 hours. So I just distract myself with cleaning and preparing the bar for the night. Rita is also here with me but I made her promise to never ask me what happened and she surprisingly accepted that.