Dangerous Love

Chapter 6

I stepped out of the shower meeting cold air causing my hair stick out at the back of my neck. 

Quickly I dried myself with a towel and wrapped it around me. I went into  room and checked for something to wear in my closet.

"Maybe I should just free up myself ..."I mumbled.

I took out a black spaghetti strap crop top and a short black skirt that sucked onto my hourglass hips. And I have to say I love my shape.

I then applied on some Smokey make-up. My hair was let go with a parting in the middle. It reached down almost to my hip. And last, I put on my pointed high heels. I took a look in the mirror before grabbing my black purse and headed out for downstairs. 

To my surprise I didn't see Marcelo anywhere.

"Damn!!!!"

"Oh my God!!" I screamed. I turned around and saw Marcelo on the floor, with the lamp on his leg.

I ran and bend down beside him and removed the lamp. "Are you ok? What happened?!"

He groaned. "I saw you in that sexy dress and I was walking towards you but my foot got hooked up in the wires." He really out down himself. 

I rushed to his side and stooped down. I tried to untangle the cord until it was loose.

My lamp was obviously broken. I'm gonna have to by back that one day.

" Are you hurt anywhere?"I asked worried. 

"Yeah, I think so, " he said getting up and fell again. "Help me up."

I nodded my head." Ok." I wrapped my arm around him and pulled him up. He was heavy for his tall thick figure. 

"Thanks," he said. Now his hands were wrapped around my waist. And thanks to these stiletto heels, my head is no where near his shoulders.

"Y-yeah. No problem." I shivered under his touch.

He kissed my plump lips non stop. I moaned unexpectedly.  Pulling away I blushed.

"I'm sorry but if you keep up with this I'm afraid were are going to have to cancel dinner Marcelo." I raised an eyebrow. He was staring at my boobs like it was no problem.  I lifted his head up. 

He smirked." Ok Miss Ashira." Woah, did he just called me miss?  Never in my life. " I can see that somebody  want to leave so badly. "

I smiled. I really don't see the sense of smiling but I did it.

"Well, it was you who insisted on this and poor little me couldn't  protest. And you later end up on the floor with my lamp on top of you, " I said.

It looks like I got my point straight. 

"Now can we please go tengo mucho hambre?" I asked. And yes I know a little spanish and no I wasn't born in Spain. Not like you would ask but I-oh just shut up!!

Sorry.

"Mmm yeah, let's go before I do something to you mi sexy chica," he whispered in my ears.

"Ok. Now can just let go of me?"

"Sorry. " He did not. He apologized! Can he really do that? It sounded weird because I have never heard him say it before.

"Come on," he said pulling me by the waist through the door.

I made sure that it was lock. The last time I remembered leaving it unlock I came home only to see my underwears scattered on the floor and bed.

Before we got in the car, I saw my car parked outside just like Marcelo said. I didn't believe him at first but now. Maybe I can trust him.

****

The car came to a stop. Loud music came from out of the restaurant. Who plays loud music here? Something doesn't seem right here.

When we got out, I walked over to Marcelo and placed a hand on his chest. "Are you sure that this is a restaurant? " He nodded. Maybe he knows that I found out his little trick. "Then why is there loud music coming from inside like it's about to deaf me? Unl-"  I was stopped by him squeezing my ass.

I yelped in surprise and slapped him on his chest. 

"Really?!"

"What?"he asked. "Don't you like it when I do that?" I didn't say anything.  If I did it would be a lie. "I thought so."

"Marcelo..."

"Hmm, yes baby?"

I swear if he calls me that again. You're going to do what Ash? Huh? Whatever .

"Can you just tell me where are we?"

"A club darling. " So he tells me where going out for dinner amd we end up at a club? What kind of bullshit is that?

"Ok. I see." He's playing me. Trying to mess with my little head like I'm some puppet!  Well I am not.

He cupped my face with one hand. "What's wrong? Why so sad?"he asked as if he doesn't know . "Is it because I told you that we're going to have dinner at a restaurant? " Still no answer. "Well baby-"

"Would you please stop calling me that?"

"Why? You love it. Your cheeks get red and your breathing increases rapidly- " I saw him look over and I followed his eyes and saw a guy watching us. I looked back at Marcelo and saw him getting angry. "I swear if he thinks he is too good for you I will kill him."

I gasped in shock. "Why would you think that?" He's just being ridiculous.  Just because some guy is looking at me doesn't me mean that  I'm going to associate myself with him in a way. Gosh.

"This is a club Ashira, people especially men don't care who your partner is. They just want to know that you are available to meet there needs and I won't let them touch a single hair on you. "

I raised an eyebrow. "Marcelo...wait are you telling me that you're jealous? " I laughed when I asked.

He didn't laugh either. Shit I guess I shouldn't have asked. "No I'm not jealous. .. I'm just territorial. "

I laughed again. "You , jealous? !" I couldn't stop laughing,  in a matter of fact,  I couldn't breathe.

"Ashira?" Marcelo asked but I couldn't reply. "Shit! " I almost fell when Marcelo caught me and wrapped me in his arms."It's ok baby. Just try to breathe."

I eventually stopped when he said baby. I don't mind but I don't want him to think that I like it.

"Finally you're ok." I nodded wiping away my tears. "Remind me not to say what I did before."

I let out a sigh. I felt safe in his arms which was weird. I don't think I've said this before.

I layed my head on his shoulder.  "We don't need to go to the club if you don't want to you know."

I shook my head. "Naah, I don't mind staying. "

He chuckled. "Ok ba-Ashira." I myself giggled when he said that. "Oh so I guess my words are jokes to you. Call me Joker and I'll call you Harley. " I felt tingling inside.  I just love how he can be romantic in a crazy way.