Trapped in Silk

Chapter 7

Jocelyn

A hand appears on my waist and I step back, colliding with a sturdy body. I turn around seeing Isaiah staring down at me with bloodshot eyes. I could smell the faint scent of beer mixed in with his Arab Cologne, one that he wears every time I see him.

I put my hand on his chest, noticing how tense he is. After seconds he relaxes at my touch, pulling me closer to him. His arm was wrapped around my waist, keeping me tight against his body.

"Your so beautiful, angel. I wish I could look at you all day." He whispers in my ear.

I could tell he was tipsy if not already drunk. His mind was elsewhere but his eyes never left me. He's way more aggressive than the last time I met him and it is indeed hot.

I remember my song is on so I turn my body, still keeping myself close to his body heat. I begin grinding my hips to the song, trying to loose myself in the music.

He harshly puts his hands on my hips, gripping me with harmful strength. He was still stiff, his muscles tensing with every move I made. The song unfortunately comes to an end so I make my way away from his grasp. He fails to let go so I face him, trying to see what's going on through his head.

Again he doesn't really say anything so I take his hand leading him away from the dance floor. I take him outside to an alley close to the club. I push him against the wall wanting to give him pressure.

"Why aren't you speaking to me?" I questioned, getting a little annoyed.

He continued to stare at me and that added to my anger. I take his chin between my fingers and pull his face towards mine. I stand on my tippy toes aggressively kissing his plump lips. It takes no time for him to return the action and things get more heated as the seconds go by.

Isaiah takes my ass between his large hands, pulling me close leaving not even a centimeter of space in between us.

"You make it hard for me to be a nice guy you know that, angel." He states, with a deep and raspy voice that made my knees buckle.

He moves his kisses towards my neck as he starts to fondle the flesh of my backside needlessly. I struggle to hold in my moans as his pleasurable assault on my body continues.

Just as I start to loose my head he stops, placing a kiss on my forehead. I look up at him confused, wanting him to do more.

"We can't angel, you're drunk."  He says, a serious expression on his face.

I laugh out loud unable to contain my laughter. The man with red drooping eyes, and an unstable stance is telling me I'm drunk.

This man never fails to make me smile.

"Why are you laughing I'm serious." He huffs, making me cackle again.

"Yeah I got it, let's go back in. I need to make sure my date is still sane." I say trying to tug him along with me.

He stands stagnant in his spot, not moving from his position. I try again to tug at his arm again but he doesn't budge.

"What's wrong?" I say, confused to why he's acting like this.

"You came here with someone?" He questions, hurt shown on his face.

"Yeah. Who goes to the club by themselves?" I state, trying to understand the situation.

A single tear runs down his cheek as it glistened in the moonlight.

"You came with someone other than me. Are you seeing someone?" He questions, his voice cracking.

My moth gapes open in realization as he sits there with a frown on his face.

"Isaiah, no! I came with my best friend." I shout.

"Your the only one on my mind, ya hear." I state, trying to reassure him and clear up the misunderstanding.

"Now let's go back in so I can check up on her." I say.

He nods his head and begins to take steps towards the door, his hand somehow locked with mine.

He was always so composed and respectful in front of me that this change was a little shocking. He's acting like a child but I'm not complaining.

We get back in and I'm immediately locked into a bear hug from Renee.

"I was looking for you everywhere, just to see you walk in with this random man!" She exclaimed.

I forgot to tell her about Isaiah because I was too busy complaining about work, so she definitely is confused.

"He is not a random man." I state trying to free my hand from Isaiah's grasp.

When he grips me tighter I decide I'm going to leave him and go get another drink.

"Hey pretty lady, and crazy lady" he chuckled, looking back at Renee that was fidgeting behind me.

"Hey, I would like what I had earlier." I say, already imagining the taste of the tropical drink.

Minutes later he finishes my drink, placing it in front of me. I spin the bar chair getting ready to sit but Isaiah picks me up, setting me on the chair with no words.

He squints at the bartender as he sits pulling his chair closer to me. I giggle directing my attention back to the bartender.

"Why were you calling my friend crazy lady?" I ask, curious to when he greeted us earlier.

He points behind me and I turn my head past my shoulder. Renee had disappeared from behind me and was hitting moves that I've never seen before on the dance floor. She just couldn't contain herself.

Seconds passed and my phone buzzed from my wallet. I pick up the phone reading the name I had forgotten about.

Shit. Renee's going to be in serious trouble.

"Hey, what's up!" I nervously yap.

"I know she's with you. Where are you guys at." I flinch as he wasn't even asking a question.

"No hey, hello, how are you?" I joke and he sighs.

"Okay, okay. We're at a new bar in the area, I'll send you the location." I say, not wanting to escalate his anger.

Phoenix has been Renee's partner since the beginning of freshman year of college. They have been inseparable since, and seeing the way he looks at her helped me have faith in love.

"Thanks, Jo." He hangs up.

After I send him the location I put my phone back in my wallet letting out a big sigh. I was starting to feel the alcohol get to me and I was feeling drained.

"Angel are you ok?" Isaiah asks.

"Yea, just staring to feel a little tired." Drinking high concentrated alcohol always takes away my energy for some reason.

"Want me to take you home?" He questioned holding my hand in his.

I look at him wanting to say what's on my mind, and me being intoxicated helped give me a boost.

"No but, I want to go to yours."

He looks at me wide eyed in disbelief.

" I don't think you know what you're asking right now." He states.

"I think I do" I sassily reply. "Do you not want me to?"

He shakes his head and his tone turns serious.

" I just hope you understand what you're saying."