Mr. Loverboy

1.8

"You can have me, you can have everything..."

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Chapter 18
July 26, 2015
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He was wearing a pair of black skinny jeans, and a red & white flannel.

She was wearing a knee length nude colored dress, that was tight enough to show that she was a woman. But loose enough to show that she was a lady.

He liked how her long, straightened hair fell past her shoulders.

How her makeup was natural, and simple.

He liked everything about her. No, he loved everything about her.

As they walked hand-in-hand through the alley, leading to the back door of the club, she began second guessing herself.

"Zayn, maybe we shouldn't be doing this."

"Relax baby girl. It'll be okay." he squeezed her hand in reassurance.

A tall man, with curly brown hair greeted the two.

"Ella, this is my friend Harry. He owns this place and is letting me bring you with me, even though you're not exactly legal." Zayn told her.

She smiled kindly at Harry, thanking him, as he led the couple inside.

About an hour later, Ella found herself being pulled to the dance floor by Zayn.

He had been wonderful, choosing not to drink for the sake of her.

And he had shown her off to so many of his friends and acquaintances, which obviously made her impeccably happy.

"I don't really know how to dance. Or at least dancing in this way." she told him, speaking over the loud music.

"It's easy, baby. Move to the music." Zayn told her, placing his hands on her hips.

Some say that dancing in such a way is inappropriate, & brings out erotic feelings in people, and yes. That may be true.

And although Ella knew that she, of all people, should not be dancing like this.

Yet, she couldn't stop herself from touching him.

She couldn't stop herself from dancing on him.

She couldn't stop herself from kissing him, from holding him, from saying things that should not have been said.

He knew that she was to young, but with the way she was acting, it was hard for him to refrain from taking her to the back of the club, and doing unspeakable things to her.

Memories began to come flooding his mind.

Memories of the girls, and the sex.

The inappropriate things that he had done.

The illegal things that he had done.

He remembered how wrong it was to bring her to this place, in hopes of getting lucky with her.

And so he did what any man, who was truly in love would do.

Zayn grabbed her by the hips, and stopped her from proceeding with her dance.

"Was I doing bad? I'm sorry. I've never, never done anything like that before in my life." she sighed as they walked out of the club.

"No, doll. Quite the opposite, actually."

"Then why did you stop me?"

He bit his lip, and took her hands.

"Because I don't want to do something that could result in me losing you. That is something I cannot and will not risk. I don't want to hurt you, and I know that if you would have continued, I would have been walking out of that place in the morning alone, shameful, and regretting everything. You deserve love, and when the time is right, we will make love. But not before that."

Ella smiled up at Zayn, squeezing his hands.

"Then let's go to your house, cuddle, and watch chick flicks" she suggested.

Zayn laughed, "Oh my god. You are such a girl"

She cocked an eyebrow at him. "Um, yeah. I'm so glad you noticed!"

"How could I not notice you, beautiful girl?"