Infatuated Obsession: BWWM ✔️ (Completed)

Chapter Twelve

Z A R I A H

"Can I get another shot please?" I yelled to the cute bartender. I downed my current shot and closed my eyes as the liquid burned my throat.

The bartender eyed me wearily before looking behind me and I rolled my eyes knowing he was looking at Isaiah who was probably burning holes into his head. "Are you sure you can take another? You've had seven shots already."

"I'm fine! Pour me up!" I waved him off, swaying in my seat. Even after so many drinks I still wasn't drunk enough for my liking. Isaiah's eyes were still in my head like a gnat that doesn't want to go away.

I've been here for an hour and still not one man has made an attempt to talk to me. Why, you ask? Because there's a certain six foot five linebacker stopping anyone who even dares to come near me.

Cock blocking bitch.

Deciding to make a move myself, I accepted the last shot I was given and downed the drink, wincing when it went down the wrong pipe. I slammed the cup on the counter and made my way to the dance floor.

I caught Isaiah's eye when he turned his seat at a booth to watch my every move. I sent him a defying wink and he folded his arms, leaning back and wide spreading his legs to get comfortable. I found the closest guy to me and pulled on the sleeve of his shirt.

"Hey, want to dance?" I asked him. He was kind of cute. Not as handsome as Isaiah but cute, in a college boy kind of way. He has olive skin, a buzz cut and brown eyes with full lips.

"Yea." He says with a cocky smile. Ugh.

I pulled him towards me and wrapped my arms around his neck. Dance For You by Beyoncé played through speakers and I moved the guy's hand down to my ass so that he could touch it. "What's your name?" I asked.

"Jamie. You?"

"Zariah." I started to grind against him as the song plays and he squeezes my ass.

"Damn." He mutters in my ear. I smiled to myself and ran my hands down his chest. He was really skinny but he smelt amazing. I let him push up against me so that his hard-on rubbed against my thigh.

Damn indeed.

I turned around so my back was facing his chest and I ran my hands up his neck with my eyes closed as I swayed my hips. His hands roam my body like the hungry man that he is and I bite down on my lip. My core was throbbing by now and I don't know if it was because of him, the liquor, or because of my lack of contact with a male body.

I felt eyes on me so I popped mines open to see Isaiah moving towards me in determined, large steps. When he gets close enough, he snatched me up and out of Jamie's hold.

"Dude, whats your problem?" Jamie asks Isaiah with frustrated eyes. You can clearly see the print of his dick through his joggers and I giggled. 

"You're getting too handsy." Isaiah says to him in a threatening tone. His hold on my arm didn't let up and when I tried to move away, he would tighten his hands on me.

"She's your girl or something?"

"Does it matter?"

"If she's not your girlfriend then I don't see the issue. Come on baby." Jamie tries to move towards me to grab my hand but Isaiah shoves him so hard that he fell to the floor.

"What the fuck!" Jamie screams.

"Get up and watch what happens." Isaiah says calmly. "We're leaving." He says to me, dragging me away from Jamie.

Jamie gets up from the floor and tries to swing on Isaiah. Without letting me go, Isaiah grabs ahold of Jamie's collar and gets in his face. "You're lucky she's standing right here." He says to him lowly.

Jamie didn't let up. He held his head high and gritted his teeth. "Get the fuck off me."

"Make me." Isaiah said, smiling. And it wasn't one of those humorous smiles either. He was dead serious and the smile he gave was one that was challenging.

Ah shit