Playing With My Heart (Klay Thompson)

Chapter 11

The dinner was going great, the food was also delicious. But Jordan, he was seriously making me so uncomfortable. I don't know if I'm just being paranoid, but I feel like he kept hitting on me. He would always come by our table every second he could, his hand brushing slightly over mine, and winking. I tried to push it away, standing up to use the bathroom. After I used the bathroom, which helped my nerves a little, I was suddenly pushed against a wall. At first I thought it was Klay, until I smelled a different kind of cologne, it was stronger and bitter.
"Jordan?!" My eyes nearly pop out of my head.

"Hello Elena," His breath smelled like death, mixed with cigarettes.

"Um, what are you doing?" He had my arms pinned up against a wall, out if sight incase anyone passed by.

"I want you babe, ever since I first saw you back in college, I wanted to kiss those lips of yours, touch that body of yours, make your throat sore."

*mentally pukes* "What? Jordan I'm with Klay. Besides, you were like a brother to me, because of how close you and Klay are."

He slams his fist hard, close to my head making me jump, "Shut up," He hissed, "You will be mine whether you like it or not. If I can't have you, know one can." He smashed his crusty lips onto mine, me with the quick hands, hitting him in the private.
"You bitch," He hissed as I sped walked back to Klay.

"Hey you alright?" He noticed my worried face and I was slightly freaking about what just happened. Should I tell him? What if he makes a scene?

"No," I think I should tell him, "Um well, believe it or not, but Jordan just forcefully kissed me."

"What?!," His voice boomed, scaring the fuck out of me.

"Klay please, he didn't get very far, I manged to kick him in his privates."

His face was beyond red, "Where the hell is he?"

Right on time, Jordan appears also looking mad, and in pain because of me. I can see he was trying to act like nothing happened, casually making his way over, me already knowing some shits about to go down.
"You hitting on my girl man?" He tried to keep calm, clenching his fist.

"Yea man, she's hot, she's deserve someone better." Dam Jordan just wants to get his ass beat.

"The fuck you say?" Klay pushed me behind him, he was now in Jordans face.

"Klay please, people are looking." I grabbed his arm, slightly embarrassed.

"Let them look!," He snapped, "Listen man, you need to apologize and stay away from us."

Jordan only smirked, though Klay was a lot taller, he still didn't feel threatened, "No, I don't think so. If I see something I want, I go for it. You know I was only pretending to be your friend right? I was using you to get to her, and well, nows my chance." He looked my way, making me gag when we tried to wink seductively. "Tell him baby, you love me."

"Hell no!," I yelled, coming out from behind Klay.

"Leave her alone, and if I ever see you near us or her, I won't hesitate to fight you." Klay threatened. Hell yea! That's my man.

"Whatever man, better pay the fucking check." Mhmm hell no we ain't.

"Let's go Elena," Klay grabbed my hand, I see he wanted so badly fight Jordan, but I know it could cause the cops to show up, and with his new NBA career, he wasn't going to risk it.

"Bye baby," I felt a smack to my butt, whipping around to see a smirking Jordan.

"Oh hell no!," Klay punched him square in the face, I think he even broke his nose. Before anyone could call the cops, Klay and I managed to get out of there quickly.
The drive home was the worst part, Klays entire fist turned white from gripping the steering wheel so tightly.

"I should have known something was up, the way he would talk about you," Klay told me, "Every time you would be out with your friends, he always asked about you, and your whereabouts. Fuck I'm dumb!" He hit the wheel.

"Klay stop, it's not your fault. I should have known something was up too. He always gave me a weird vibe, touching me whenever he can." I went to touch his hand softly, hoping to calm him down, "I love you and only you, I would never let Jordan, or anyone get in the way."

He glanced over at me, a look of relief, "I love you too."
When we reached home, Klay seemed to be a little more relaxed, but I can see he was still tense.

"I still can't believe he did that," He was pacing back and forth in our room, "He was my closet friend, I told him everything." He rubbed his face with his hands.

I sat on the bed, not really sure what to say since he looked ready to punch a wall, "Baby please come to bed, let's not let this get to us."

"I can't believe it," He clenched his fist, "Just need, I don't know."

"Baby just come to bed," I patted his spot, "Jordan knows you will kick his ass, and I trust me, I never liked him like that, and never will."

He looked over at me, "I don't know baby girl, but you're right." He sighed climbing into bed. He took off his shirt and pulled me close to him, "I just love you so much, and the thought of someone else touching you like that, it makes me mad." He whispered against my ear.

"Well you don't have to worry," I giggle, "Because you're mine and I'm yours, and besides," I smirk knowing what I'm about to say might turn him on, "You're a way better kisser, and well, you're the only one who knows how to please me in bed."

A proud smirk appeared on his lips, "I am aren't I?," He bit his lip seductively, "I mean, I can show you again how well I am in bed. You know, in case you forgot."

I raise an eyebrow, deciding to tease, "And if I say no? Cause I'm pretty sure I remember."

He rolls his eyes, "Elena stop," He climbs on top of me pinning my arms over my head, "If you're going to tease, better watch out because I'll tease you right back." Uh oh, I knew that smirk. It wasn't the "Oh you're funny smirk, or I'm right," Nope. It was the "Oh I'm going to make you wish you didn't do that." Smirk.

I quietly gulped, knowing two things might just happen. One- I could wake up really sore tomorrow. Two- I might have a really bad sore throat.

Since he was a lot stronger, he was able to keep me pinned down, so I couldn't squirm away once he started kissing down my neck. They were hard love bites, his tongue slithering up and down. Next he attacked my lips, and not doing his soft passionate kisses like he always did. He literally stuck his tongue down my entire throat, making the kiss more harsh and fast. I felt him starting to get hard, so he pulled off my pants then his. I was getting hot, so he also allowed me to pull my shirt off, leaving me totally naked.
"Fuck Klay!," I moaned once he was inside me, "Dam don't break the bed!," I giggled since he was practically moving us all around the room.

It was hot hearing his little grunts he made, as we moved faster and faster. I clawed his back, trying to keep pace with him. I brought his face close to mine since I knew he was able to control me from waking up the neighbors. I kissed his soft lips, feeling him smile and starting to slow down. Me smiling too, now we were just making out.

It's scary knowing that Jordan lives near, and let's hope I don't see him ever again.
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