The Night I Forgot

Chapter 22

"Come on! Pleeeeease?"I plead.

"Allie! I don't wanna go." He says lazily.

"But just think! If you did go, you'd get to see me in a short dress that is tight. And I'd have my sexiest heels on and-" he slams me into the bed that I was siting on fiercely. He kisses me hard and I'm trembling under his touch.

"In that case." He says with a grin against my lips. He kisses me once more, making me need him to no extent.

"I'll come. But only if you do something for me." He says teasingly.

"What would that be?"

"You have to let me take charge tonight." He says with the most devious grin on his face.

I bring his lips back to mine then pull back slighty. "In that case." I Kiss him with all I have. I really wanted to go to this club tonight with Anita and I wanted him to come.

I roll over on top of him and get up to go to my closet.

"Aww." He pouts. "No fun." Haha. Such a little kid.

I go to my closet and take my baby blue dress out. It is covered in a lair of lace and would look great with my tanned lace wedges. I slip off my bra and walk over to my dresser to get a strapless one.

He whistles like guys do when they see hot chicks. Like in the movies. I laugh out loud and punch him playfully in the shoulder.

I walk back into the closet, slip the dress on and then the shoes. I walk to the bathroom and start on my hair and make up. I never straighten my hair but whatever. I feel like a straight kinda chick tonight. Haha. That sounded like I'm gay every other day. Hahaha.

I brush mascara on my abnormally long eyelashes, painting them a midnight black. Then I put light brown eye shadow on. I always looked good with brown, a shade darker than my skin color, on my eyes.

I walk out. Hair straightened. Dress on. Earrings in. I'm finally ready.

I look over to Blake on the other side of the room with his button down white shirt, jeans, and dress shoes.

Damn. My fiancé's hot.

I walk over to him and unbutton two buttons from his shirt.

"I like your little chest hairs." I say with a smile.

He rubs my thighs in response. "I like your legs."

BEEEEP. Thanks Anita! Way to ruin the moment!

Turns out we were all gonna drive in the same car. We were all probably gonna get drunk, except for Blake. We only needed one driver. So why take two cars?

She Beeeps again, and me and Blake rush down the stairs.

"Hey sexy." Anita says to me.

"You don't look too bad your self Hot Mama." I reply. She actually did look amazing. Then again, when did she not?

"I wasn't talking to you. I was talking to your date." She smiles teasingly.

I laugh. "You can have the Pain in the ass."

He smiles. "Hey! Coming from the woman who was all over me two seconds ago!"

"Oh! You know I love you! You're MY pain in the ass!" I love to see him smile.

"Okay okay. Lets not start a make out session in my back seat." Bradley says.

Then Anita leans over and kisses him. I smile.

"Oh but they can have one in the front." Blake says sarcastically.

I loved these guys.

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I walk into the club like what up I got a big...hot, muscly, delicious, hunk of man on my arm.

All the women are staring at him making me wanna slap everyone of the bitches in the face. But I mean, who could NOT look at him. He is the definition of perfect!

I feel so out of place on his arm. Like a homeless person holding onto a NFL football player's arms. It seemed like everyone was looking, only making me more determined to make sure they knew he was mine. All of him. From head to toes. Ahh.

One of my favorite songs comes on, and I get the urge to dance. I make my way over to the dance floor and start swaying my hips to the beat of Shakira's 'Loca.' It's a good song to move your hips to. Of course, all of Shakira's songs are!

All of a sudden I feel hands sliding up my sides. I don't even bother to turn around though. Just by the tingling I feel I know it's Blake.

I rub against him, feeling my abs flex then relax over again as I say my hips.

"You don't get how sexy you look right now." he breathes into my ear, dancing right behind me.

"Umm. I'm sorry but did you NOT see all the stares we were getting when we walked in here? I can guarantee that all of them were from women."

"Ohhhh. But do you see all the stares YOUR getting now?"

I look around and there are a few men looking my way.

I turn around, still dancing, and press my hands to his firm chest. Instead of grinding my butt on him, now I'm pressed up against him and moving up and down.

"Oh my god Allie." He sighs.

"What?" I breathe out.

"I'm about ready to just get back home and lay you down right now." He says just above a whisper.

"I wouldn't decline."

"Yeah well if you keep dancing like that, it's gonna happen right here. On the floor."

I laugh. I actually had the ability to make him weak with want! Go me!

The song ends a few seconds later.

"Oh look. You're in luck. You don't have to suffer anymore." I say taking his hand and leading him off the dance floor.

"I wouldn't necessarily call it suffering. More like a horny death."

"Oh wow! Hahahaha." He was soo stupid sometimes. But it's just so cute!

"Wanna drink?" He asks politely.

"Umm I kinda want a daiquiri tonight. It feels like a White Russian kinda night." I hip bump him, and the smile on his face makes my heart melt. I can't wait for the effects of our deal we made earlier. Ha! I will GLADLY let him 'take charge.'

He makes his way over to the bar and ask the bar tender for my drink. Probably also getting one for himself.

Oh this was going to be one...interesting night! I couldn't wait for this club. Bu now! I can't wait to get home!

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