Enemy Confessions

Chapter Sixteen

I panicked. I hadn't thought this far ahead.

"Hello, are you deaf? What the hell are you doing?" I heard Cale say, but my brain was too busy trying to muster up a reasonable excuse.

"Looking for my contact." I'm an Idiot.

"Upstairs?" He arched an eyebrow at me, still holding me in place.

"I came up here earlier, so it's possible it's here."

"You haven't come up here" I looked at him.

"How would you know?" I may be drunk, but I can still figure out that he didn't mean to say that out loud by the look in his eye. Which means he was likely watching me all night for some unknown reason. I started to doubt that Cale walking up to Michie and me when he asked for a kiss was just a fluke.

Before he had the chance to defend himself, I heard a whiny voice coming from the bedroom. I realized I was still in Cale's arms and quickly step back and released me. I suddenly felt cold.

"Cale?" Can-Can appeared at the door. She noticed me standing there. "I remember you from downstairs. What are you doing up here?" I noticed all she had left from her costume was her tiny dress. All her accessories were scattered throughout the room. My jaw clenched.

"Go downstairs." Cale growled without turning away from me.

"No." I said sternly.

Cale sighed. "Not you. I know you aren't going to listen to me. Lisa, go downstairs, I'll meet you in a few minutes."

"But I thought we were going to..."

"Now!" he snapped, interrupting her. She scuttled away without another word and disappeared down the stairs leaving her accessories behind.

"I would come back and throw a drink in your face." I said with all seriousness, my chest feeling heavy.

"Good thing she isn't you."

"Now, are you going to tell me what you're playing at?" He looked back at me.

"Are you?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.

"I'm not the one being a pedophile trying to ease drop on other people's antics."

"I told you I was looking for my contact." The space between us continued to become smaller, I was now entirely in the bedroom, which looked like it had been staged from a magazine. The silk linens were crisp, minus a few wrinkles on the right-hand side. I swallowed hard. It didn't take a genius to know how that happened.

"Did you get bored of him already, I told you you would." He stood there with his arms crossed, still shirtless.

"You don't know anything about I need!" I snapped back, taking a step closer.

"Yes I do." he closed the gap between us more. "I know you need passion, you need someone to make you feel fire, and not be gentle." His voice was a husky whisper. 

He took a step closer, millimeters separating our heavily breathing bodies. "You need someone to make you feel sexy, not loved." His hand lifted, and he pulled the hair on the back of my head gently but forcefully. It took everything in me not to intake a sharp breath.

I felt a fire in my belly. Up till this point, Cale made me remember feelings I forgot I had, but this feeling is entirely new. Part of me wanted to grab him at that moment, to embrace whatever it is I'm feeling right now and probably regret it tomorrow. A feeling I knew Michie couldn't provide me, that no one could before this moment.

He started to move his head towards mine, and I knew what was about to happen. I ignored the fact that discarded can-can costume pieces were around the room.