Temporary Agreement (DNF)

Chapter 19

George POV

We're back at where we previously were at the bar, and it seems like Dream had got up in a hurry since he had left his phone and wallet on the counter, that being the reason as to why he hadn't just dragged me out of here.

I can almost feel the steam coming off of him, and the part of me that is slightly more confident than usual with alcohol in my system wants to provoke him further, ask him why such an innocent act of carefree dancing with a stranger bothered him so much.

As he gathers his things, he lets go of the firm hold on my arm and I take the opportunity to turn back and head towards the crowd, hoping for some sort of reaction.

In a blink of an eye he's in front of me, blocking my path, "Where the hell do you think you're going George?" he peers down at me with an annoyed look, having to raise his voice so i'm able to hear him over the obnoxiously loud music.

I shrug in his face, trying to seem unfazed to the reaction I tried desperately to gain, "didn't you take me here to have fun?" I raise an eyebrow.

"Yeah that doesn't mean going off and dancing with strangers like a slut" he throws my way, and the insult makes me blink, caught of guard by the vicious language he used but the degrading making heat pool in my lower stomach for reasons I cannot explain.

As I narrow my eyes in a sort of challenge, the realization hits me that I was dancing in a sensual way with a man, and it makes me feel a panic rise up, a mix of nausea from the alcohol and sickness of what I had just done rising up to my throat, and I try to calm the voices down inside my head by blaming it on the alcohol.

I look away from him, and turn to the bar, waving down a bartender and ordering a double vodka cran to not only give me something to sip on, but coming to the conclusion that I must be sobering up when things don't seem to be so silent anymore.

She hands the drink to me and it's already being pushed down my throat within seconds.

"What? Can't handle the truth" he mocks, a small laugh at the end of his sentence.

I down the rest of my drink and slam the glass on the counter, wiping my lips with the back of my hand.

I turn to him, and with the slight burn going down my chest I already feel miles better, a little impressed by how quickly alcohol helps calm my thoughts down, and almost cursing myself for never thinking of this sooner.

"You sound jealous Dream" I provoke.

He walks slightly closer, and lifts his hand up to swipe his thumb across some remaining vodka cran on my bottom lip, and bringing it up to his own mouth to give it a taste, "maybe I am, George" he admits.

I laugh, "too bad I'm straight"

He smirks confidently, and in one swift motion has my back to him, pressing my lower waist harshly with his large veiny hands that leaves me no room but to push my ass back into his groin, feeling a bulge behind me that almost makes my cloudy brain want to grind back into it.

My eyes close as he feeds me what I've been yearning for since the second he left me in the employee's only area, and I imagine that we aren't in public during this moment.

"Then why are you being such a little brat huh? Dancing on another man trying to get me riled up and saying you're straight, getting worked up when I pin you against a wall and warn you about what happens to brats but yet you continue seeking for more, someone to put you in your place, someone to make you feel good" one of his hands goes to tilt my face sideways, head falling back against his shoulder, "look at me" and I do, practically arching my back and giving him doe eyes in such a lewd position, craving something I've never known I've wanted, no needed.