I Hate That I Loved You!

64- Aphrodite and Adonis

"But I am interested. Can't we talk about it?"

Francesco whispered in her ear with a sigh.

A tired smile on his face.

He wanted a chance, and this woman was not even talking to him properly.

Arlette fiddled with her necklace and bit her lips.

Francesco observed her reaction.

His eyes darted on her hands.

She was nervous as if she was scared or afraid of something. Something was stopping her.

Francesco looked at her closely and muttered "You look beautiful tonight Arlette!" His breath fanning her face.

Arlette looked at him. Her eyes lowered at his lips, and she licked her lips.

Francesco smiled in amusement.

He was glad to see that there was some attraction from her end as well. It was not a one-way street. He felt a bit relieved!

"Ma'am your drink!" The bartender placed the drink in front of her and turned towards other customers.

Arlette grabbed her drink and took a big sip.

She turned her back towards Francesco and walked towards the area where her friends were seated.

Francesco squinted his eyes.

This woman! She left without a word again.
Just like that in the middle of the conversation!

How preposterous!

Arlette was hell nervous.

Her heart was thumping loudly.

She thought it must be absinthe!

She sat along with her friends, but her eyes kept stealing sporadic glances at Francesco, who was now chatting with some beautiful blonde woman and laughing heartily.

Pang!

Seeing him laughing so happily with another woman, she felt something weird inside her. She looked at the hot blonde girl with big boobs, and her whole being burned with jealously.

She finished her drink in one go.

Meanwhile, Francesco was just flirting with the random blonde girl to study her reaction.

The way Arlette was staring in his direction, he was sure that she is on the same emotional boat as him.

They cannot deny the attraction and the sexual tension between them.

His heart was doing summersault at the way she was glaring in his direction.

He knew she will deny if he will ask her out again.

So, he thought to just make her a bit jealous and get a reaction out of her.

Soon the blonde-haired woman spoke.

"Care to dance?"

Francesco looked towards Arlette, their eyes met.

He turned towards the woman and spoke with a wide grin. "It would be my honor!"

They both held hands and walked towards the stage.

It was upbeat music.

Many people were moving, swaying, and dancing.

Francesco and the woman started moving in the sync.

Their movements were fluid and smooth, complementing each other.

The woman turned around and swayed her hips. Francesco held her from behind and started moving at the beat.

Seeing Francesco sexy dance moves, many of the socialites were wriggling. They wanted to grope this damn sexy and charismatic man and dance with him.

Arlette's expression turned sour.

How dare he!

She lost her cool.

Jealously got better of her, she stood up and saw a shot of absinthe that one of her friends was about to take.

She snatched it from him and gulped in one go.

She wiped her mouth and huffed. She felt a tingling sensation inside her.

Francesco glanced her and smirked.

He was having fun getting a reaction out of her.  But that fun didn't last long.

Arlette gave a devilish smirk to him.

On her wild and evil smile, his heart skipped a beat.

He saw her pick up a random guy and walked towards the dance floor.

How snotty!

Her hair was tied in a messy bun.

She untied her hair, and her platinum blonde hair flowed freely.

Arlette locked her gaze at him and started moving slowly on the groove.  She swayed her hips, and her hands combed through her feral wavy hair.

At the moment, she looked like Aphrodite! The goddess of love, beauty, and passion!

Francesco felt as if the world around him had stopped. His footsteps halted. He was staring straight into her deep blue hypnotic eyes completely spell bounded.

God! This woman will be a death of me!

Soon his eyes shifted, the man she brought to the dance floor started moving with her.

He was standing extremely close to her and was about to snake his arm around her waist.

Francesco snapped.

Damn it! She is beating him in his own game!

Just a while back, he was enjoying her reaction, and now he is feeling as if he will blast out of jealously and anger.

He gulped his drink, left the blonde girl, and walked towards Arlette with long strides.

He pushed the guy before he can lay a hand on Arlette. He threw him an angry stare and motioned to leave the place.

Seeing such a dominating wild man, the other guy swiftly left.

Arlette was feeling as if she was flying high in the sky.

She closed her eyes to feel the music and beat. Two shots of absinthe have made her entrancing.

She felt as if the heat was radiating from her body.

She looked upwards, and a smile spread across her lips. She traced her sides with her hands and slid her hand up her body again.

She trembled as she felt a familiar heat of another body near her. Even though her eyes were closed, she knew it was him.

His hands grabbed her waist and guided her dance moves in motion.

His hard chest pressed against her back.

She pushed back her body and swayed with the beat. She arched her body, her hips grinding him.

Francesco tightened his grip on her and spun her around to face him.

Arlette opened her eyes and met with the familiar deep unfathomable eyes.

There was jealousy, anger, longing, and lust in them.

He looked like Adonis on earth!

Francesco licked his lips as he saw her flushed red face and slightly parted lips.

He stared at her deep blue eyes like an enchanted doyen.

Soon, he let go of her waist and took a few steps back.

Arlette widened her eyes in confusion.

Why he took a step back?

Is he not interested in me anymore?