Jessica doesn't trust men. Worse, she has a string of short relationships and runs away when things get too serious. Demons from her past resurface when she meets him, Angel Seth Saint, her new teacher with a burning look. And, even if the young wom...
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Maybe Charly will, once I get him his soda. I should sneak in a few drops of alcohol. That'll relax him because, right now, he's as tense as ever. He seems to have forgotten we're in a nightclub. We're supposed to be having fun, not getting into trouble. Otherwise, we might as well stay home.
That's out of the question. We'd still be huddled in front of the TV, slice of pizza in hand, wondering what we were doing there. Not to mention the reproaches I'd receive from Angel about my eating habits. No, tonight I need to do something else. I need to stop thinking too much and just...go for it. That's what I intend to make Chacha understand. Well, when I'll get his soda.
But, as you might say, I have a problem: I don't have a bag with me. So, no wallet and even less money. How am I going to pay? I still have to stay focused on my task, because this lively music is driving me crazy. I sway alone and move forward, as best I can, between the sweaty bodies.
Jena must have some cash on her. Above all, I see her dancing with my little black bag...and kissing it? Wow, she must be really drunk! More than me, if that's possible...
I walk towards and join her on the table. I struggle to get on and have to go back three times. But the fourth time is the charm. No, wait...the fifth! Or the sixth...I'm too drunk for this! Once on the table, I lean on my dear sister. So I don't fall. She's dancing so hard she's sweating profusely.
"Are you sure you're okay?"
"Of course I'm okay!"
But her agonized eyes don't reassure me. Something's not right. Her lack of clothes... No, something else! She's not her usual self. I know her, she loves to dance and gives it her all, every time. But I've never seen her in such a frenzy.
"Jena, what did you take?"
"Me? Nothing."
I can usually tell when she's lying, but it's hard to tell in this case. Maybe it's the booze...
-Come on, we're here to have fun, aren't we?"
-Yes...."
And we're laughing like two idiots.
"It's so good to be drunk. I could forget all my problems."
"Like what, Sista?"
"Like...Angel!"
"Angel?"
"Angel!"
"That's the second time I've heard that name."
A wave of anger runs through me.
"Him and all his stupid orders. 'Stay still princess,'" I imitate.
She bursts out laughing.
"Is this your boyfriend?"
"He's my Dom!" I correct her. "He likes to tie me up and play sex games. And I obey."
