Caught in the Past

Chapter 4: Flooded with Different Feelings

WARNING!!!! MATURE CONTENT IN THIS CHAPTER. IF YOU ARE UNDER THE AGE OF 16 OR DON'T LIKE READING MATURE SCENES SKIP THE PART THAT'S INBETWEEN *~* !!  

Amara's POV
   
    I kept eye contact with the man until I saw that he was dancing with a redheaded girl. With one last look, I turned back to face the bar. I called the bartender and asked for more shots.

    "How about I get you a sprite instead?" the bartender requested, wiping away at a glass in his hands.

    "How about you give me a few shots and I'll come back here again" I say flirtatiously, a little tipsy. He smiles and shakes his head, suggesting a rum and coke instead. Reluctantly, I agreed.

    I turned around in the bar stool, looking to see if the handsome man was still there and to see if Kaitlyn and Brielle were still here since they were the ones who dragged me here. Designated drive my ass. I couldn't find the man but I could clearly see Kaitlyn and Brielle drunkenly dancing on the dance floor with two guys. I'm guessing the guy Brielle is dancing with is Carter.

    I feel the bartender placing my drink on the bar table beside me. Turning back, I start playing with the straw. I can't believe I saw Dyson here. I never thought I would ever see him again after what happened to our baby. It still hurts to think that I was going to be a mom. We could have been a family.

    "Amara?" I froze. I slowly turned around to the person who said my name. Dyson. "Hey, I knew that was you I saw earlier." I just looked at him. I didn't say anything at all. I didn't know what to say to him. I'm still so hurt. "Listen, um I just-I just umm I just wanted to see how you were doing." Before I could answer I felt someone sliding their hands around my waist.

    "Hey babe, there you are" I turned to see the man from the dance floor, "so how about that dance?"

    "Uhhh—" I couldn't form any words at all! Did he just call me babe? Who is this man? Who is this handsome, sexy, drool worthy—

    "Amara?" Dyson took me out of my train of thought, "who is this man? Do you know him?"

    "She obviously does mate. Now would you please excuse me while I go dance with this beautiful woman" and with that the man practically carried me towards the dance floor. Once on the dance floor, I turned to face him.

    "Who are you?" I asked, starting to sway with him and the music.

    "A simple thank you would suffice."

    "I'll thank you once you tell me who you are? Why did you help me?" He sighed and gripped my waist.

    "The name's Blake, and I've been watching you this whole night. I saw how uncomfortable you looked with that guy so I took that as the perfect excuse to get you to dance with me" he smirked, "now what's your name beautiful?"

    I looked at him for a while before answering, "Amara." I felt a surge of confidence flow through me with this man with me.

    "A beautiful name for a beautiful girl" he whispered in my ear and brought me even closer to him. He brought his lips to my neck, sending tingles down my spine. I closed my eyes and wrapped my arms around his neck, threading my fingers in his hair. I felt him start sucking on my skin. I moan. His mouth works wonders. I pull away from him and stare at him and he stares at me. My eyes shift from his eyes to his lips. I found myself moving closer towards his lips. Once our lips connect, it starts from a sweet and passionate kiss to rough and demanding make out session within minutes.

    Blake pulled away, breathless and said "let's take this somewhere more private, yes?" He grabs my hand and starting pulling me towards the exit. Once we were outside, he started walking towards his car which happened to be my dream car! He had a beautiful sleek black Audi R8! I stopped walking and just looked at his car.