Becoming Ava | Dominik Szoboszlai

Chapter Eight

As the night progressed, I tried to maintain the uninterested air that I gave the Liverpool players, watching from afar as woman after woman tried to get their attention. The boys didn't seem interested though; they were here to blow off steam and drown their sorrows from today's defeat.

I was dancing with a stranger when I felt those dark eyes boring into me again, quickly scanning the people around me. I couldn't see him immediately, but then I noticed that two of the sirens were dancing together, trying to get the attention of him and one of his teammates. His eyes were locked on me as he leant back against the bar, Cody Gakpo – I think – was trying to talk to him, but even as Dominik responded he never broke our eye contact.

One of the sirens, a blonde, got between the two men and ran her hand down Dominik's chest, trying to pull his attention to her while not-so subtly pushing her friend towards Gakpo. Instead of entertaining her, Dominik brushed her aside and took a draw from his glass of whiskey, his eyes never leaving mine.

Choosing to fight fire with fire, I kept our eyes locked as I began to grind against the man behind me, leaning back so that I could wrap my arm around his neck, thrusting my breasts forward.

Dominik's eyes followed my movements, darkening as the man wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me tighter against him. I tried to control my face as I felt his erection pressing against my ass, working not to grimace. Instead, I plastered a grin across my face and continued my movements, putting on a show for the man across the room.

'Want to get out of here?' the man behind me purred in my ear, almost making me gag.

I spun to face him, pressing my hand to his chest to push him back a little. 'Definitely not!'

You would think I'd poured cold water over the poor guy, his lust filled gaze going instantly cold. 'What the fuck?!'

'Sorry!' I called, talking a few steps back from him. 'Not interested!'

He stood motionless for a second, unsure whether I was being serious, before he ground his jaw and stalked off in the direction of the restroom.

As I made my way back towards the bar, I found that Dominik and his teammates were no longer gathered in that area. Instead, they had made their way over to a booth that had opened up, a fresh bottle of whiskey on the table holding their attention.

People all around them were gawking in their direction, something I found surprising given that they were in an exclusive venue that they regularly frequented. For the most part though, they were being left alone.

I tried to put names to faces as I leant against the bar and watched them, noticing that it was a lot of the younger players who had chosen to come out and drink the night away. One face was very obviously missing from the booth though, Mr Szoboszlai seeming to have vanished into thin air.

'More tequila?' This blonde barman was very quickly becoming my favourite person in the city.

'Yes please,' I called over the music, reaching into my clutch bag to retrieve my bank card.

'Better make that two!' a deep voice called over my shoulder, passing his bank card over the top of me. The smell of his aftershave wrapped around me again, clouding my senses as I turned around to face him.

'I thought tequila was bold?' I challenged, my lips tipping up into a smirk. He was closer than I had expected, almost pressing me back into the bar. I could feel the heat radiating from his body, my own wanting to lean in closer to him.

Up close I could make out all the muscles concealed under his fitted shirt, his forearm tattoos showing from where he'd rolled up his shirt sleeves – a turn on to women everywhere.