Bloody affairs (18+)

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ZYLITH 🩰✨

I nod my thanks to the bouncer with a warm smile. He gestures for me to enter the club, which I do very slowly. I walk cautiously, subconsciously rubbing at the bruises that began forming on my arm. I walk lightly through the club, side stepping strangers so I don't bump into their moving bodies. People of all sizes and features dance around the building, all caught up in the moment. The smell of luscious perfumes and the erotic beat makes my heart pound in my ears.

I push through the crowds until I finally make it to the lounging area. I set my backpack-purse down onto the lush leather bench and slide around the round table. I take my phone from my pocket and look at the screen. He hasn't texted back yet.

I told him I had arrived before I even stepped out of the cab, but still, he hadn't answered. Was he really that upset with me?

" Would you like anything to drink? "

I look up to see a handsome man in waiter attire. He has his hands clasped behind his back in a very formal way; too formal for any old night club. This place must be high end. So I set my phone face down in respect, showing that he has all of my attention. If this place was so fancy I should show my manners.

" Cherry Coke would be nice? " I answer with a smile. He dips his head in understanding, mirroring the smile I gave him. He turns on his heel and makes his way to what I assume is the bar. I flip my phone over to see yet another empty screen; the only notification being a reminder about the workout I was bailing on.

" You know you're in my club. You're allowed to do or drink any form of substance you'd like, " a dark voice chuckles above me, somehow being heard over the raging music. My head whips up to the glass balcony above me. There, Grady leans over the balcony, his head angled down to look at me. I look at him in silence, not sure of what to do.

Due to my silence, he pushes himself off the balcony. I look down at the table as I track the sound of him walking the glass hallway. Is he going to ignore me now? But to my bewilderment, I catch him walking through the crowds of people as if he was Moses. My mouth falls open slightly as the people part for him to pass. In the the fifteen minutes it took me to get here it barely took him two. Who is this guy?

He finally reaches my table, scooting in beside me without asking. I mean, why would he ask? It's clear that everyone does what he wants; even without him asking.

" I'd rather not. Ballet is too important for me to throw my life away with ' substances.'" I say dryly, finally able to find my voice. I look over at Grady, expecting him to be further away; but instead I'm forced to gasp in shock at his proximity. He's towering over me causing my eyes to meet his chest. I slowly look up his lean yet muscular figure until I reach his face.

" Is it? " he asks almost mockingly, cocking his head at me like a dog. My eyes dodge between the features of his face. I push myself backward, putting space between us.

" Yes. " I inhale shakily. Grady opens his mouth to say something else but is interrupted but the waiter. The nice gentleman sets the cup of coke down onto the table, giving me yet another award winning smile. I reach for the drink, holding eye contact with the waiter as I do so.

Suddenly, I feel an arm lay itself across my shoulders. I look sideways to see Grady giving the waiter a smile, but it wasn't half as inviting you think a smile would be. The waiter looks between me and Grady, his smile slowly falling as a look of recognition overcomes his features.

" Un grosso ordine di patatine fritte, per favore. " Grady growls, the threatening smile still playing on his lips. The waiter then simply turns on his heels and quickly hurry's away from the table. I turn to ask Grady what that was all about, but again, his proximity cuts off my ability to speak. " So, ballet? " He asks, his voice going from dominate to casual; weakening the tension between us quite a bit. He leans back in the bench but keeps his arm around me. I observe him in the sensual light, causing my heart to palpitate. (A large order of order of loaded fries, please. )