Roxanne

Chapter 30

(Suavemente By Elvis Crespo)

Schlatt's Pov

"You're wearing red?" I pointed out, staring at her.

Her heels were taller than the ones that she normally wears. Now standing next to me she was the same height. Her lips were moving, but I was too focused on staring at her. She walked up to me, talking, but my eyes stayed on her.

How could one person have so much sass, power, confidence, annoyance, and more. How could she have so many of these emotions and still make me want to worship the ground she walks on.Her hands flatten out my shirt, and i watched as her lips parted as she looked directly at me.

I love how she's on the same level as me.

"Are these heels okay?" She asked, and I looked at her with a confused expression.

"Why wouldn't they be?" I asked, as she walked around my apartment, getting her things together

She didn't answer me, but stood there waiting as she took her cards out of her wallet. I let out a huff, taking mine out from my pocket and tossing it to her. I walked up behind her, twirling my fingers through her curls as I looked at what she was doing.

"Do you not like your heels? Is this your way of trying to tell me to tell you they are ugly so you change-" I rambled and she laughed, tilting her head back.

"Don't worry about it, amor." Her hand ran across my back as she walked past me towards the door.

"Who's driving?" She asked, turning her head around to look at me.

"I can." I managed to spit out as I quickly followed her, fumbling with my things in my hands.

***

The music ran through the building. I had no clue where we were, yet I lived so close. She sat across from me with a smile on her face, and I felt the world finally come back on axis.

"Do you know how to bachata?" She asked, pushing her food around.

"What the fuck did you just say to me?" I raised my eyebrow at her and she laughed.

"Fine. I'll find some other man who can."

Before I could even protest her, she got up and walked to the dance floor as a new song started. An older male walked over to her with a smile on his face, holding his hand out.

There is no way.

She took his hand, and looked over at me, shrugging.

"He just stole my bitch." I said under my breath, looking directly at her.

The way she moved was unseen in my life. How quickly she danced, how much she was laughing. Everyone around her got a kick out of her, hell, I did even just sitting here watching her. There is something about this girl that is just so captivating.

The younger women were jealous of her, the older women were fawning over her, the younger men were staring at her which made me happy because she is all mine, and the older men were impressed.

Hell, I'm impressed. She knew how to dance, she could shoot a gun with almost exact precision, she drove my car in 4 inch heels effortlessly, she can drive a motorcycle, she can do just about anything she wants to.

I felt a hand comb through my hair causing me to look up. She smiled down at me, with that giant toothy grin.

"You need a haircut." She stated once again, and I shrugged.

"You've been saying that for weeks." I mumbled, feeling relaxed.

"Let's head out of here." She pulled my arm, looking toward the exit.

"Where to?" I asked, standing up, letting her lead me to where she wanted to go.

"Wherever you decide to take us."

***

I stood out in the cold, as she smiled at me. I leaned against my car and she walked around in front of me.

"I never knew that you could dance." I pointed out, causing her to chuckle.

"It came easy to me, but my parents taught us either way." She smiled, closing her eyes like she was remembering a memory.

"Does that mean Corpse knows how to dance?" I asked with a smirk on my face as she spun around and started walking towards me.

We were on the roof of my parking garage. You couldn't see much from up here but it was open, quiet, and nice. Nobody ever really parked up here unless they were smoking, drinking, or trying to get laid. But here I am, watching this girl walk around as the breeze blows, not because of something I wanted, but because she's grown to be something I need.

"He does. Julie doesn't. He even tried to teach her, I tried to teach her, and she just can't do it." Roxanne laughed, setting her hands on my chest as she stood in front of me.

"Is it hard to learn?" I asked, running my hands down her body till I got to her waist.

"It is unless you try and fight it."

She walked toward the driver's side door, opening it, rolling all of the windows down. I looked at her with a confused expression as she plugged her phone into my aux cord. Music blared through my speakers. She got out of my car, walking over to me with a smile.

"It's pretty easy... Follow my lead." She grabbed my hands, placing them on her waist and her hands went up to my shoulders.

Her hips swayed, and she stepped quickly to the left three times. I don't even know what I was doing, all I know is that it made her smile, and that's all that mattered to me.

"You didn't do bad." She said, looking at me.

I noticed the small flash of pain in her eyes. I sighed, kneeling down and untying her heels.

"Why do you never save yourself the pain and take them off?" I slipped her one foot out, before looking up at her as I untied the next.

"I like them." I grabbed them, standing up fully and looked down at her.

"Short ass." I smiled, and she rolled her eyes.

"Whore."

"Asshole."

"Dick."

"Dickhead."

"Girlfriend?"

"Boyfriend."

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