Destroy me

Chapter 7 - Niamh - Making mistakes count

"What do you think you're doing?!" God I was furious with him!

"Urgh I think I'm stood in a hallway, outside, the gala I'm mean to be at, being shouted at by some jealous pint-sized socialite. Did I get everything there?"

How dare he! "What was I wrong in thinking I was too young? Am I simply too old?!"

His face when from slightly amused to fully furious in a second flat. He grabbed my upper arm and pulled me down the hall way with incredible force it was painful, "get off Marco you're hurting me!"

He didn't listen and dragged me further until we reached what turned out to be a the back of the coat room, or at least that's what I assumed as he pushed me through the door. He stood for a moment seeming to contemplate what to do, this was quickly broken by he pacing towards me and pinning me against the wall and not in the sexy hip-grinding way he had before.

"Let me guess, 'how dare I'" he said very controlled. "How dare I huh? How dare you accuse me of being Paedophile where anyone could here you. How stupid can you be Niamh?! I escorted her in because she was jealous of you! Because I was trying to be a nice guy! I'm old enough to be her father!"

Oh god, what had I said! Shit! I completed blanched at him, not sure of what to do.

"I, sorry.. I, just ... I..." Oh god I was blabbering.

He let out a great conflicting sigh as His hard features began to soften. "No one heard so no harm done, I actually did something sweet. Which is, er, rare of me." He gave a crooked smile. I think I'd gotten away with it, but I wasn't going to take any risks. I thought I'd lighten the situation.

"So, since we're alone, maybe I could make it up to you" I gave him my winning smile and began to rub his pants leg to find his crotch, I wanted to see the man underneath so badly.

He smiled but grabbed my hands. "Cloak rooms aren't my style Niamh. Plus we discussed, nothing can happen with us..."

"As much as you want it to" I cut him off and he didn't seem too upset by it, surprisingly. He gave a small stifled laugh, "I'm going to do the rounds, then head off, I'll see you later Niamh."

With that he let go of my hands, which I hadn't noticed he still had, until I realised I must of Been holding them pretty tight as he pulled with a bit of force away from and he left me standing in the cloak room.

I peeked out to see if anyone was there, which I was lucky to be alone and made a speedy entry back into the hall.

It was a beautiful large ball room; six large chandeliers hung from the seedling, glistening like diamonds from the ceiling. The tables were all layer out with silver cutlery and folded embroidered napkins and there was a donation box in the middle of each table for the charity.

I found my way to my family's table and took my seat in between Sophia and Danny.

Danny turned to look at me, "I was telling your parents I'd love to take you To one of Marcos clubs since he needs to head over tonight anyway. What do you think?"

Anything was better than this. "Sure, I'd love to go. Mom, Dad, can I?!"

My mom smiled "you should go have a little fun honey, but you're not 21, so no drinking. You can go at 10 o'clock – you will at least show face here with a few dances and mingling."

"Thank you!" I was so excited, despite her add-on of dancing an mingingl. I turned to see Marco's reaction and he'd already excused himself from the table. Was he unhappy about the situation?

The polite conversation and two compulsory dances, I had to undertake, seemed to move quickly and drag by at the same time as the excitement of my first time in a club was nearing –and in Marco's club no less.

Just when I thought it wouldn't hit 10pm, Danny stood up from the table and offered his arm out for me to take. As I did my Dad spoke up. "You won't have Matthew with you. But if you need him" he looked at Danny "for any reason, he'll be on call." Danny then escorted me to the limo for our next adventure.