The fall

Smug

Aliyah's POV:

A very confusing concoction of rage and lust was fueling me. Yes, he was probably the best thing I've ever laid my eyes upon, but he was also so confusing, arrogant and downright annoying.

What the shit was I doing. I'm not entirely sure. Moving my body up against a stranger? Was he even a stranger?

The very embarrassing/ awkward times I've ran into him would say otherwise. Despite the immense hatred and disgust I felt towards him, I couldn't help but admire Rhys. I mean It was fun the way he eyed me, observing me, made me feel wanted.

I was starting to get a hang of this, dancing to the music, letting my body sway- and then he manspreads further.

The fucking manspreading.

Rhys's legs casually hung on either side of the stool, the outline of his bulge faintly showing through his trousers. His head hung slightly backwards tilting his immaculate jawline upwards. Fuck me, he looked hot.

"Never thought I'd see you here," Rhys inquired.
"Is that a bad thing?" I eyed him.
"I just don't know why you'd share all of this with everyone," he pulled me by the waist a little closer.

"What? Can't a girl just have some fun?"
"Ahh, so it's 'fun' you're looking for?"
Deliberately avoiding his question, I brought myself a little closer, earning a dark chuckle from him.

"Well, it wasn't fun watching those bastards eye you up like a peice of fucking meat."
Was that... jealousy? From Mr arrogant perfect man? Oh this was going to be fun.

"Eyed me as if they wanted to undress me?..." I brought Rhys's hand up to the sleeve of my silk robe, a silent invitation for him to take it off.

What on earth am I doing? This man is an arrogant, cocky bastard who uses women for his own pleasure-

Before I knew it, Rhys placed his cold, rough hands on my now bare waist, emphasising the movements of my hips, guiding me to the music.

Instant butterflies.

At the sight of my startled face, a low, seductive laugh escaped his lips. He sat forward.

"Does your body react to anyone else like it does to me?" he caressed my shoulder, gently pulling up one of my fallen spaghetti straps.

Indeed, his touch sent my heart racing, sending electricity through my veins even at the most gentle contact.
"There's no point in denying it to yourself," leaning in he breathed on my neck, his hot breath spreading heat through my body.

I could do nothing but revel in his touch as his hand trailed down my back.
"Tell me if I'm wrong."

Damn that smug bastard.

At some point, Rhys must have pulled me in even closer because here I am, pressed against his body absolutely entranced by this man's existence. My body facing his, I felt the intensity of every inch of where his skin touched mine.

I loved the fact that he had this affect on me- and I hated that.

I was not going to give in. Trying my absolute hardest to seem unphased (despite my body burning with desire), I continued to sway my hips to the music.

With my arms still around his neck, I slide my fingers into the back of his hair, slowly playing with it. He looked up at me in surprise- good.

"Why did you call me over?"
"Are you unhappy to be here?"
"Don't avoid the question," With a smug look plastered on my face, I pulled his hair ever so slightly, forcing him to look up at me.

In retaliation, his fingers trail up my thigh, slow and teasing. "The things I'd do to those thighs," he breathed in my ear.

Well shit.

"Indulge me," I scoffed carelessly, desperately trying to hide my urge for him.

Smirking, Rhys taunted, giving them a rough squeeze- sending bolts of electricity though me. He leans in, barely whispering in my ear yet oozing with confidence,
"I think they'd look quite lovely hooked around my neck while I'm eating yo-"

I turn around in absolute embarrassment as my core heats, facing the other way. Yet Rhys pushes down on my ass ever so slightly so I could feel his hardness.

"Look what you've done," he coons.