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chapter 6

"Care to show me?" He said with a challenging smirk.

"What if I don't want to?" I grinned and started moving my waist to the pop song that played, which wasn't the right music for this dance but I was too drunk to care.

Kicking my right leg forward with pointed toes and flexed calf muscles, I pivoted in a revolving whirl of sharp precision and accurate grace, or so I thought. I wanted to impress Brandon as badly as I wanted to breathe.

He took a side step to the stool next to him and sat down sipping on his water, eyes smiling at me.

Strangely, he wasn't fixings my body. He was rather staring back at me. Am I not a good dancer?

I'm a great pop belly dancer!

Brandon must've noticed the way my moves slowed down because he stood up and held my hand, dragging me behind him outside the bar.

Just like yesterday.

I don't mind a great fuck right now though.

"Are we going to room ninety-four?" I yelled laughing and he shook his head. "Ninety-four? My room is 320."

We wobbled up arm in arm to the third floor but he didn't stop at his door, we continued to mine.

I clumsily unlocked the door and swung it open. "Are you not going to come in?" I said noticing that he hadn't moved. He stepped closer to me, a little bit of admiration in his eyes.

His hand reached to the curls that fell on my face and gently placed them behind my ear, "you're beautiful."

"And you're drunk." I giggled.

"But tomorrow I'll be sober, and you'll still be beautiful."

I felt the heat rise to my face adding to the redness the alcohol had caused and I looked down to avoid his gaze.

His palm held my chin up so I was looking at him. Oh, the gray colour is back. How can he change his eye colour?

"Have you been sleeping around with someone else?" His eyes studied my face.

"What?"

"You heard me."

"Ehhh, Brandy! Are you jealous of the sweet bar tender?" I giggled loud enough for everyone to wake up from their sleep, "possessive of something that isn't yours, my baby," I said patting his chest but his hand grabbed my wrist.

"Room ninety-four. What is it with room ninety-four?"

The scary look on his face made me think that he was sober but drunkenness was obvious in his voice.

"I saw you there earlier so I thought it was your room, let go of me it hurts." He did as I told him and I muttered, "psycho."

"Sleep tight, my baby," he smiled re saying my words of minutes ago and left.

I followed after a while to watch him walk away and create my own movie scene, but he was nowhere to be found.

This guy was too much.

I made sure to lock the door before changing into my pajamas and curling under the mattress as it was strangely cold inside my room.

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My stomach sang its usual morning verses telling me to go downstairs and eat. And I did as told.

I filled my plate and sat next to the window watching kids ran to the swimming pool with their toys and towels. I drank my orange juice still gazing out of the window, I didn't turn around when I heard the chair beside me get pulled back.

From the corner of my eye, I saw a dark masculine figure and broad shoulders who I assumed was Brandon.

"Good morning to you too," I said ironically and turned to find a tanned face, lips pulled in a smirk and dark brown eyes.

The stranger's arms were crossed on the table and his body slightly leaning forward.

"I'm Jace."

"Hey," I said, awkwardly shaking my head, "Gabrielle, it's nice meeting you," I added.

A smile of amusement replaced the smirk and he looked outside the window, "came alone?"

"It's a long story," I smiled taking a long sip from my juice and he said, "I have the time."

"She's with me," a deep voice spoke from behind me and a hand that I immediately recognized as Brandon's rested on my shoulder.

"Well, Brandon," Jace said, "it's lovely seeing you."

"I am lovely," Brandon sat next to me and took my glass, placing one leg over the other then gulping down what remained of it.

Jace stood up, looking at me once again then at Brandon, and back at me. Another smile appeared on his face, "I'll see you soon."

"You bet," Brandon muttered under his breath when Jace disappeared between the crowded tables.

"Who was that?" I said taking a bite from my apple.

Brandon glared at me clenching his jaw, "stop talking to strangers!"

"Excuse me?" I said raising an eyebrow and he repeated calmly, "stop talking to strangers. You know you heard me."

"Heard and not going to listen," I pushed my chair to the back ready to stand up but he violently pushed it back in and I gasped in surprise.

"Geez, what was that for?"

"Stop talking to strangers," he repeated one more time, his voice deeper and eyes fixing me.

"As if you're not a stranger," I argued.

"Not anymore," he said not taking his stare off of me. We spent nearly two minutes only looking in each other's eyes. My look was fearful while his was strict and mad. Extremely mad.

What's the matter with him? I don't even know him that well.

But you slept with him, my subconscious reminded me and I almost rolled my eyes.

Brandon broke the eye contact and walked away, fists clenched.

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