Nothing Personal

Sean

'She actually did that?' Ramirez asked laughing. The man was practically a robot, it was my first time to actually hear him laugh so loud. He only smiled or smirked occasionally, a chuckle when it was extremely funny. Me describing how stupid Violet made me look really seemed to amuse him. We were on our way back to the club from a warehouse just a few blocks away. We were questioning a certain rat, a man who had worked for me for a while. While I was away, Ramirez discovered he was working with the DEA. We had just squeezed some information out of him, then obviously he died afterwards because everyone knew I hated rats.

Just as we walked in the club, my eyes went directly to the dance floor where I saw another man touching my wife. My wife! I never before had issues with anyone touching any woman, but she was mine, my property. Stacy, the blonde whom I had plans with appeared in front of me. I pushed her away and walked straight towards the soon to be dead guy who had his hands on my wife, touching the perfect curve of her ass.
I roughly pulled him away from her as she turned around. I pulled out my pistol right to his forehead as Violet ran off.
'That is my fucking wife you are touching like that' I told the unlucky guy who was going to end up toothless tonight.
'I am sorry, I didn't know I just thought _' I couldn't let him finish before I grabbed him by his shirt and drove my knee right to his stomach. He wailed in pain and people started to stare.
'I think you should leave my god-damned club before I break all your teeth' I spat angrily and released his shirt. He ran out of the club, obviously realizing what a fucked up mistake he had made. I was so angry, I might as well just have pulled the trigger.
Ramirez as if reading my mind slowly took the gun away from my hand.
'Where is Violet?' I asked him after regaining my composure.
'She ran off to the washrooms' he answered shocked by my concern, 'maybe she is not feeling well or_'
'Well then go check on her and make sure she is fine jeez !' I hissed. Ramirez left without question, knowing just how violent I could be when I was angry.

***
'Hey Marteaz, why so angry tonight? You want me to lay out that tension?' Stacy whispered to me standing behind me, gently touching my chest as if the anger would magically disappear. That would have turned me on, but I felt nothing. I pushed her hands away and sat on the sofa then lifted my eyes to face her.
'What do you want?' I asked her icely.
'You asked me to come here Marteaz' she answered with hurt obvious in her soft voice.
'Well you can obviously see I am not in the mood to talk right now princess' pure mockery filled my voice.
'Well, we don't have to talk, action would be a lot_' her words trailed off when I saw Ramirez walk in holding Violet as she struggled to push him away.
' I can walk, you don't have to hold me' she protested. Ramirez ignored her words and brought her to where I was.

She sat on the sofa and as a waitress passed by Violet called her.
'Where is my drink sweetheart? I need another one now' she said, her voice lazy indicating just how drunk she was.
'How much has she had to drink?' I asked Lucy, at least that was what the name tag said.
'two..um two whiskies' she stammered.
'Two shots, glasses or_'
'Two bottles' Lucy said.
'What? Well has she had something to eat?' I asked trying as much as possible to restrain myself from shouting.
'No, not yet sir'
'Then go get her something and a lot of water' I said, my voice rising.

***
'Look Sean, I am getting really bored' Stacy said and I realized that she was still there. Violet let her head lay back and was starting to close her eyes.
'Ramirez, make sure she eats something and drinks water, I will be right back' he nodded. I grabbed Stacy's arm and pulled her out of the club.
'What now Stacy ' my irritation was evident.
'You cannot just keep me here, watching you take care of your wife and causing a scene just because someone touched her'
'Well then go home Stacy, can't you see that the time is not right? You are not my fucking responsibility tonight so stop feeling so entitled and leave ' I said coldly then turned around to go in the club before she got a chance to respond.

'Okay Vee, let me take you home, you are wasted ' Ramirez told her as calmly as possible.
'No! It was my night to have fun but you guys ruined it. I will not go anywhere with you ' Violet replied before shoving sushi in her mouth. My wingman was having a hard time keeping his cool.
'Don't worry, I will take her home, you just enjoy the rest of your night ' I interrupted. Violet did not argue, she just took my hand and walked loosing balance to the car outside.

***
The silence was killing me. She had not spoken to me about the incident ever since we got in the car. She was having the struggle of her life trying to text on her phone while the radio played old town road. She started singing along loudly as if she did not have a care in this world. I suddenly looked at her direction to confirm she was the same person. She was so caught up in the song that she even closed her eyes. I smiled, I had never seen her genuinely having fun before. Once we got to the compound she was still singing as she alighted the car and as she got into my father's mansion.
'shhhhh! You will wake the whole house' I said while holding her mouth as we walked up the stairs. She gasped and halted.
'Even your father?' she whispered her eyes widening.
' Especially my father' I whispered back,' you wouldn't want that, would you now? '
'Yeah' she replied and put her arm on my neck and I automatically placed mine on her waist as we went up the stairs quietly. All my life, I knew Violet as a hardcore princess but tonight she was free, happy, alive. I enjoyed this side of her, it was interesting and comic.
She jumped on the bed and closed her eyes. I went to my closet and put on sweats and a t-shirt. I carefully sat on the bed not wanting to wake her when to my surprise her eyes flew open. She sat up on the bed.
'I can't sleep like this, this skirt is just_ and this top is_ I need to wear something loose' she suddenly looked at me, ' like your t-shirt' she grinned.
'No' I said as I went through my phone.
'okay, geuss I'll have to sleep naked then' my eyebrow shot up at that thought. She was extremely striking with clothes on, what if she was, my cock grew hard. Just from one simple statement.
'You are bluffing' I chuckled and looked up at her. She stood up, kicked out her ankle boots and started unzipping her skirt.
'Okay, okay' I said in defeat while pulling out my t-shirt. She took it and giggled as she walked to the closet.
I did not notice her walk back in, I was too busy on my phone. I felt her sit next to me and her fingers started to lazily trail my chest. I put my phone next to hers on the bed stand and looked at her. Her body was way too small for my t-shirt which made her look even sexier. The feel of her soft fingers gently caressing my chest was the best feeling ever.

'Why would you put a tattoo of a cheetah on your chest?' she asked still admiring.
'It represents stealth, speed and power' I answered the momentum getting to my nerves. At that moment I wanted to grab and destroy her, showing her exactly what stealth, speed and power meant. She locked her eyes with mine,those brown bright eyes, as she licked her black shiny lips. Every muscle within me jumped at the sight.
'Well then, can I lie on your cheetah?' she asked, then burst into a loud laughter.
'cheetah....lie' she emphasized the point of her joke. She was really drunk, I had to laugh. I nodded and she got under the covers and lay her head on my chest. She still ran her fingers lazily on it until her eyelids got heavier till she fell asleep. I watched her a few more seconds thinking that it was not such a bad idea marrying her, at least my cock agreed because it was hard! I soon fell asleep too.