A Lover To Him

Chapter Sixteen, He's here

I would have never expected to see Caine here, but there he is, standing right next to me as he compliments my outfit. It makes my cheeks heat up almost immediately, and I shoot him a murderous glare. Somehow, he always knows exactly what to say to make my cheeks heat up and turn tomato red. It's awful, and I absolutely hate it, but he once told me how adorable it makes me look.

I don't know what's going on with my cheeks, but at every single one of his compliments, I blush, and my cheeks turn tomato red every time. It's embarrassing if you ask me, but Caine said he loves to make me blush. I don't know why but somehow, his compliments make me feel uncomfortable.

"It's true, Mia. You look fucking amazing in this dress. You don't have a clue what I would want to do to you right now if nobody was watching us, but unfortunately, they are." He whispers in my ear, making the hairs on my back stand up straight, and shivers run down my spine when I hear his words.

My eyes widen as I look at him in surprise. I have no clue how he can have such a dirty mouth in public and still be so confident and arrogant. I'd rather keep those things a little bit private as nobody in this room needs to know what we're doing behind closed doors. Not that we're doing anything, because we aren't.

Caine might not have gotten that message yet, but he will because I'm not having sex with him again. Oh, he will wish that we would because I'm falling for his smooth moves again. He might have tricked me once, but he's not going to trick me twice.

"That's not fucking happening, Caine." I hiss at him, making a small smirk appear on his face. I take another sip from my drink to calm myself down a little as I scan the room. The view from the bar area to the dance floor is perfect, and I can see Dylan dancing with one of the cute guys she saw earlier this night.

He has dirty blonde hair that is done nicely, and he smiles as he looks at her dancing. He's wearing a pair of brown khakis and a white shirt. He seems to be around our age or he might be a little bit older. He holds their hands above their heads and makes her swirl. Dylan laughs out loud as they continue to dance together.

"Why not, mon amour? I mean, it's obvious that you want me, considering the way your body reacts to my touch. I want you in the same way so what's the problem?" Caine asks, taking my attention from Dylan and the mysterious boy to him. He gives me a small smirk as he watches me with dark eyes.

"It's obvious that I want you, huh? Strange if you ask me because I don't know a single thing about that. You got your information wrong, Williams." I say, straightening myself as I take a sip from my cocktail. The alcohol burns a little in my throat, but I like the sensation of it.

"If I touched you right now, would you be wet enough to take my cock? Or would I need to make sure you're wet enough to take my cock? You'd have to beg for it, of course." Caine asks, making my panties secretly moisten as I progress his dirty words. Even though I like to hear those dirty comments come out of his mouth, he can't say things like that.

"And there you go again with your dirty comments. You can't just say things like that, Caine." I state, making him frown shortly. I put my empty glass back on the bar and make an attempt to walk to the dance floor and leave Caine behind, but his voice makes me stop.

"Enlighten me as to why I can't say things like that to you. Trust me, I'm interested to find out why, and maybe, if you're persuasive enough, I'd stop saying things like that." He says, making me turn around and look at him with narrowed eyes.

"First of all, we're in public, and no one else needs to hear those things coming out of your mouth. Second of all, I don't wish to hear those things coming out of your mouth, and third of all, it's not going to change anything." I state as he nods slowly.