Forbidden || Theo James

two / rum-scented kiss

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As we arrived, Anne showed the tickets to the two bodyguards standing in front of the massive red doors. They nodded and let us in. As we walked inside, the clicking of our heels was soon drowned out by the loud music. The club looked very exclusive, with luxurious designs and glass everywhere, accented by silver, gray, and black tones. It was packed with people, and we had to squeeze our way to the bar.

Anne suddenly spotted someone in the crowd and shouted over the music, "That's Brian. I'll be back soon!" Before I could say anything, she disappeared into the throng. Left alone, I found a seat at the bar and ordered a martini to take the edge off; it always made clubbing easier. The bartender handed me my drink just as "Unforgettable" began playing.

Moments later, a man sat next to me and ordered shots of vodka. Turning to me with a grin, he said, "Join me, sweetheart."

"No, thanks," I replied, focusing on my drink.

"Why not? I'm paying," he insisted.

I ignored him, pretending not to hear. He looked creepy, like he was on something. Suddenly, I felt his hand on my lap.

"Stop!" I screamed, trying to pull away, but he grabbed my waist.

I kicked him as he leaned in for a kiss, but thankfully, he ended up kissing someone's fist instead. He was grabbed by the security and was escorted out of the club.

I looked up a little bit shaken and saw a tall man in front of me talking to him with an angry tone.

"Thanks!" I shouted through the music. He sat next to me, ordered a rum, and smiled.

"Theo," he introduced himself, extending his hand.

"Rosie," I replied, shaking his hand and smiling before taking a sip from my drink. "Thanks again for stepping in."

"How could I let that ginger asshole touch you, Rosie?" he said with a deep voice and a British accent, which captivated me, especially since I was already tipsy from mixing Aperol and martini. 

"I love your name, are roses your favorite?" he said jokingly.

I laughed. "No," I smiled. "My favorite are peonies."

"Let me buy you your drink," I offered with a smile.

"Maybe I should be the one buying a beautiful lady her drink," he countered, smiling as he told the barman, "Put it on my tab."

I blushed, feeling a mix of flattery and suspicion. Why would he do that unless he had ulterior motives?

As we finished our drinks, I leaned closer and whispered in his ear, "Wanna come dance?"

I got up from the barstool and moved into the crowd, sensing him right behind me. The music was loud, and I felt every beat. My body swayed to the rhythm, and my hands moved freely. He stood about twelve inches away, dancing. I looked up at him, trying to sync with his moves. I brushed my hair off my shoulders, exposing them, and he looked at me as if seeking permission. I gave a slight nod, and his hands found my waist. We danced together, lost in the moment, as if the crowded club had disappeared, leaving just the two of us.

The night flew by as we took drink after drink and danced non-stop. Eventually, I decided to check on Anne, but she texted me that she was heading home with Brian.

Needing a moment to freshen up, I went to the bathroom. My body glistened with sweat, but my makeup was miraculously still intact. I took a deep breath, fixed my hair, and adjusted my dress. Feeling somewhat refreshed, I opened the door to leave and found Theo standing there, his eyes filled with an intensity that made my heart race.

Without a word, our lips collided in a desperate, hungry kiss. He followed me inside, closing the bathroom door behind him with a swift motion. His hands immediately began to explore my body, their warmth sending shivers down my spine. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer, our bodies pressed together.

Theo lifted me effortlessly onto the counter, my legs spreading to accommodate him as he stood between them. His kisses were passionate, almost ravenous, as if he had been longing for this moment. My fingers tangled in his brown curls, feeling the soft, thick strands, while his lips, full and tender, tasted of rum. Each kiss left me craving more.

Our moans were swallowed by the loud music outside, but the intensity of our connection was undeniable. My hands roamed his chest, feeling the hard muscles beneath his shirt, and I couldn't help but gasp when I bumped into his abs, firm and defined like rocks. His kisses trailed down my neck, leaving a wet, burning path. I panted, each breath shaky and filled with desire.

Theo's hands roamed over my back, pulling me even closer, as if he couldn't get enough. My skin was on fire wherever he touched, and I responded eagerly, my own hands exploring his strong back. As his kisses reached the sensitive spot just below my ear, I released a soft moan, my body arching toward him.

Suddenly, Theo stopped.

"What's wrong?" I whispered into his ear, my breath still heavy.

"It's the door," he said, backing off. I listened closely and realized people were knocking on the door hard.

Quickly, I straightened myself out as best as I could while Theo opened the door. Standing right in front of us were two security guards, their expressions stern. They escorted us outside, explaining it was against their policy to have two people in the bathroom together, especially in such a compromising situation.

We found ourselves outside in the cool night air, the club's music still thumping faintly in the background. It was nearly three in the morning. The sky was dark and clear, and the stars were visible, twinkling brightly above us. The cool breeze felt refreshing against my heated skin, and for a moment, we just stood there, catching our breath.

Theo looked at me, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Well, that was unexpected," he said, a slight chuckle escaping his lips.

I laughed, shaking my head. "Yeah, definitely not how I imagined tonight going."

I looked at him and added, "Let me get my car keys." I opened my purse and searched frantically but couldn't find them. I started to freak out, glancing around to see that my car was nowhere in sight.

"What's wrong?" Theo asked, concern in his eyes.

I didn't reply immediately, instead dialing Anne's number.

"What?" she whispered into the phone, sounding annoyed.

"My car?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.

"Aaah, yeah, I drove it to the dorms. Sorry," she replied nonchalantly.

I sighed and hung up. "My friend took my car. I guess I have to walk."

Theo looked at me sympathetically and draped his leather jacket over my shoulders. "I'll walk you home. It's too late for you to be out here alone."

"Okay, but just one more thing—promise me you won't kill me," I said with a playful smile, biting my lip.

He laughed and said, "Pinky promise."

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Heyy how was the part two?

- fallen angel