Devil Doesn't Bargain (Completed)

Chapter 03: Being Close to You is Changing Me

"Just call my name, I'm yours to tame
In the middle of the night
In the middle of the night
I'm wide awake, I crave your taste
All night long 'til morning comes
I'm getting what is mine
You gon' get yours"

~*~

I came out of the restroom, my cheeks still feeling red from Vegas's gaze. I watched a stranger, not me, sit on his laps, cuddle up to him, and I felt sheer jealousy. I didn't understand what was going on with me, after all, the only thing that happened between us was a random kiss, but I couldn't get that moment out of my head. Like a repeating movie, I saw his handsome face bend over me, then I could even feel his lips, even though many days had passed. I had the feeling that I was addicted to this man, especially now that I was following him step by step.

I was washing my hands, wondering what to do when I heard a low voice from behind, making me shiver through my body.

"Have you shown someone your new underwear, my Cinderella?" Vegas asked, standing nonchalantly against the wall.

The unbuttoned shirt showed a good chunk of his chest, and dear God, this man had the perfect body. I stared at him with shocked eyes, not expecting him to follow me, but then a quick thought came to my silly mind. Someone like him wouldn't waste any time on someone like me, he probably just had to use the bathroom and decided to mess with me. There was a red mark on his neck, reminding me that Vegas belonged to no one, especially an ordinary, insignificant bodyguard.

"Khun Vegas." I folded my wet hands in greeting, and he flashed one of his typical smiles.

"So?" He raised an eyebrow as he waited for an answer, and I shifted cautiously, awkwardly at the subject he was talking about. "You put it on for someone? Anyone special?"

I laughed nervously, thinking to whom I could show such underwear, and then I saw a picture of myself in front of my face, only in it on the bed, and this man standing over me, watching me with those deep, hungry eyes...

I quickly turned to the sink and splashed cold water on my face.

"Who would want to see me in it," I muttered to myself, then felt the warmth against my body.

Vegas's chest rubbed lightly my tense back and I wanted to moan his name, but I held back, clenching my trembling hands into fists.

"I don't like," he began, lowering his voice, "when someone doesn't answer me."

I felt his warm breath against my ear, then felt his tongue skitter across earlobe, leaving a burning sensation wherever we touched. I gasped, trying my best to stay calm.

"Sorry, sir." I didn't recognize my voice, why did it suddenly become so needy, making it sound like I wanted something more. Something I couldn't understand?

"Well?" he repeated, and I struggled to look up at his reflection in the mirror.

"I haven't shown myself to anyone, sir," I whispered, under the influence of the magic of his dark, drawing me deep pupils. "I could not."

A flash of satisfaction appeared on his face, but only for a moment, quickly replaced by a mask.

"Good Cinderella" - I felt him kissing me right behind the ear. "And let it stay that way."

Then he stepped away from me and left bathroom lazily. It took a good few minutes to recover from our meeting, and when I walked over to the already drunk Porsche and looked around I realized Vegas was gone from bar. I sighed heavily, feeling that he was complicating my simple life more and more, and grabbed a glass filled with alcohol.