Til the End of Time

Chapter 5

Party Monster - The Weeknd

I finally found Axel, he was at a VIP table on the side of the club walls. He wasn't alone, though, he brought some of his friends. I've met some of them at business events or at one of Axel's parties that would go way out of control.

After getting comfortable and chatting with some people, I ordered myself a whiskey and coke. As I was sipping my drink, I noticed a certain leather brown dress on the dance floor and she was alone. Good.

Before I could even do my first plan of attack, Axel stands in front of me, "Damn it, you did see her."

"You knew she was here? How did you know I saw her already?" My right eyebrow raises slightly in curiosity.

"I saw her when I came in here. Also, I know you saw her because the smirk on your face only shows when she's within a 5-mile radius of you." He says as if it's a matter of fact.

"That's not true," I deny it because there are plenty of other times when I smirk, especially at other women.

"Whatever, man, just don't do too much tonight. Now excuse me, imma go on the dance floor and chat up some people, if you know what I mean," He leaves the VIP area and heads straight to a guy on the dance floor.

My eyes immediately go back to finding Alessia. I scanned the dance floor and found her below the DJ booth. Target acquired.

This time, she's not alone. Now I'm pissed off, for some reason seeing her arms around some guy's neck ignites something in me. I'm not jealous or anything, I know that's for sure.

I didn't even realize that my legs were walking towards her. By the time my brain registered that they were, I was already close to her.

The guy she was dancing with didn't even notice me. I tapped her shoulder, making her look at me, "Alessia, I forgot to ask something earlier."

She narrowed her eyes at me, "Xavier, don't."

"I was wondering, how long did it take for your crabs to go away? Cause, like I heard, it could take a really long time. So I just wanted to see how you were doing." The guy who she had her arms around gave me and her a disgusted look then left.

Her arms drop, and she turns her body fully towards me. Giving me a full view of her body again. With narrowed eyes and a clenched jaw, she opens her mouth, "Really, Xavier crabs? You couldn't have been a little less disgusting."

This exact reaction was what I wanted, I wanted her mad and pissed. By the time she leaves this place, I want her unsatisfied; her night ruined.

"If I were less disgusting, then you wouldn't have been this mad. What's the point in that, Alessia?" I say with a satisfying grin.

"We both know that, between us, you would be the one likely to have crabs. With the number of girls you sleep with per week." She mockingly copies the same grin as me. That statement couldn't be farther from the truth.

When it comes to my reputation with the media, I am a single playboy, who has a different girl in his bed every night. That's not true though, yes I do sleep with different women from time to time, but not as many as they make it to be. The last time I hooked up with a person I didn't know was 3 months ago, if that. Media outlets build this reputation against me because they don't have anything on me at all.

I prefer the media to keep going with this notoriety of me. Then to actually dig into my private life.

My grin drops, "Good one, Alessia. Are you saying that because you wish to be one of those girls?"

She releases a small laugh, "That was funny, Xavier, but I'd rather get hit by a semi-truck repeatedly than sleep with you. Also, let's try to be a little more truthful here. I think you're the one who wants to be that guy I was dancing with."

She grabs my shoulder with one of her hands, "It's ok, maybe tonight in your dreams that will happen. Now excuse me, I'm going to go get a drink." Dropping her hand, she walks towards the bar.

I'll admit she got me with that last part. I'm back to being pissed, and she's the one that's satisfied. Walking back to the VIP area, I sit on the leather seats and chat with a few of Axel's friends. They tell me about all their business shit, and I tell them about mine. It's super fun.

The waitress for our table came around again, so I decided to order another drink.

While waiting for my drink, I watch the dance floor. The leather seats in the VIP area are farther away from the dance floor. The club also decided to make the club light a bit darker. Making it more difficult to see faces.

However, my eyes were still able to recognize Alessia. She was moving her hips sensually, making her ass move side to the R&B type music playing in the club. Her dancing causes all the blood in my body to shoot straight to my dick. For someone who has the face of an angel, she dances like the devil. My hate for her doesn't make me blind, nor does it control the way my body reacts to her.

I was so distracted by her dancing that I didn't even notice she was dancing with some guy. I recognized him, he's that dude that she is friends with at her job. Damn, what was his name again, Harold? Harry? Harvey? I think it's Harold, he looks like a Harold.

His hands were resting on her waist and her arms were around his neck. On top of that, she's fucking laughing. She was laughing at him at the team dinner too. This guy must be the best damn comedian in the world with the way she's laughing.

The waitress comes back with our drinks, I grab my drink. My hand squeezes the glass so hard it almost breaks in my hand. I put the drink to my lips. My mouth is met with a spicy burning feeling, and it's not the alcohol.

"What the hell?" I accidentally drop the glass, my mouth feels like it's a thousand degrees hot.

The glass breaking gets the attention of Axel's friend who is sitting next to me, "Hey, man, are you okay?"

"Yeah, man, I'm good. It's just that the drink tasted weird. It's like someone put a chili pepper in it or something. I'm going to go get some water from the bar."

He nods at me. As I get up from the leather seat, I see Alessia switched spots with Harold. She's looking into my eyes, suddenly she giggles and then waves her fingers at me. Now I know why my drink tastes spicy. I don't know how she managed to spike my drink.

I get my water from the bar and return to the VIP area. It doesn't help at all, my tongue still feels like it's going to fall off. While I felt like I was burning in hell, I notice that Alessia and the guy she works with were leaving through the front door.

Why the hell are they leaving together, I thought they were just friends.

Wait, why do I even care? We're not together anymore.

Fuck this, I'm not going to think about her for the rest of the night. I'm here for business and to hang out with Axel. I ordered another drink and decided to try to find a girl to hook up with.

It didn't work. I could barely talk to a girl without thinking about Alessia and that guy. Every time I tried to talk to anyone, my brain would go straight to her and him dancing and laughing. I'm not someone who could easily get distracted like this.

I cut my losses and went home that night. I'm beyond pissed. Pissed that she actually one-upped me and that she didn't go home alone, but I did. I went to bed with my thoughts still being about her and reminiscing a little about our past relationship.