A Lover To Him

Chapter Seventeen, He melted my ice.

I take another sip from the cocktail, forgetting how much I've had in these past few hours. I didn't want to end up wasted tonight, but I already had too much to drink. I stopped counting the number of times I almost tripped over my own feet because I can't see completely straight anymore, and I don't think that I should take anything more to drink.

I can still feel Caine's hands everywhere on my body as they've caused little fires to come alive on every spot on my body his hands or lips touched. It's crazy how my body reacts to his touch. It's almost as if his touch is the drug my body is addicted to, and Caine knows perfectly well that my body reacts like that. That's why his hands haven't disappeared from my body the entire evening.

Although, I can't seem to remember where he is now. He did tell me he was going away for a couple of minutes, but my mind didn't register what he said afterward. Everything is so blurry in my head that I can't seem to remember anything, and somehow, it makes an anxious feeling appear in my stomach.

"Wow, girl, are you alright? You clearly had too much to drink. Come on, let me get you somewhere where it's quiet and where you can take a seat." Someone says, but the voice seems to be so far away. I can't seem to locate where the voice is coming from, but I do feel someone's hands on my waist and my ass.

The hands are big and sweaty against my waist, and I know they most certainly do not belong to Caine. His hands would have made sure electricity would run through my body, and these hands do not make electricity appear nor do they feel right against my skin. It's crazy how my body seems to distinguish which touch belongs to the one that still holds a very special place in my heart.

Caine fucking Williams.

I swear that man has way too much control over me and over my heart, and I'm not quite sure that it is even healthy, but I can't seem to do anything about it. Even though I don't want anything to do with him at all, my heart seems to be having its own will.

"No, I think I can manage, sir. I just need to find my friend. I'm sure that once I find him, he'll make sure to pour some water down my throat and drive me home." I tell him, giving him a short polite smile as I try to squirm out of his arms. The amount of alcohol I've consumed makes my tongue tick and my words begin to slur. I try to stand on my own feet, but I feel how unbalanced I am because of the alcohol.

"You came here with a friend, huh? I don't see him around here so why don't we just get out of here? I can get you some privacy and some space to sober up in the back, you know. It's much quieter back there." He tells me in a way that almost sounds flirty, but his voice sounds genuine. Even though his voice doesn't sound like he has bad intentions, I still don't want to go anywhere with him.

I look around to see if I see either Caine or Dylan, hoping they might help me get out of this situation and away from this guy. The room is still packed with people, most of them dancing with their friends. I don't see the blonde locks of Dylan or the ice-blue eyes of Caine anywhere nor do I think someone else notices that I want to get out of here. 

"I don't think so, sir. I'm not going anywhere with you." I state, throwing one of my feet at his knees. I wished I had thought of putting on a pair of heels because that would hurt even more than the kick I gave him right now. He's distracted for a couple of seconds, giving me an opportunity to somehow get out of his grip and stumble forward to get away from him. I don't look back to see if the guy has gotten back on his feet yet and is running behind me, I only stumble away from him, hoping to find Dylan or Caine. 

"That wasn't really nice, sweetheart. Why don't you come back here? I'm sure I know some ways you can make it up to me. We all make mistakes, honey." He yells, grabbing my wrist and pulling me towards me. I stumble backward, losing my balance. I fall against his chest, yelling that he has to let go of my wrist.