The Mighty Storm (Raura Revised)

Chapter 40

Chapter 40

The toilet I had sex with Ross in.

I feel sick.

Then I catch Ross' eye, and for that brief moment my heart stop its beat.

He doesn't look happy. He looks angry.

I look away.

He can't be annoyed that I'm dancing with Stuart, surely? One – Stuart's gay. And two – he's just had his tongue stuck down another woman's throat.

The thought turns my stomach. I shut the image out of my mind.

You know what? I hope it is pissing him off. Right now I want to hurt him, and I'm going to do just that.

I throw my arms around Stuart's neck and moving close to his body, I dance into him.

As we move around, I see Tom look at me, then lean across and say something in Ross' ear.

Ross nods his head without taking his eyes off me.

My cheeks start to burn. It's awful knowing I'm being talked about, but no clue as to what's being said.

Does Tom know about us? Seems like everyone else does, so why not Tom too, he is one of Ross' closest friends after all, him and Denny both.

Ross pulls a cigarette out of his pack and lights up. Then throws back his glass of whiskey, and refills it from the bottle on the table.

"A girl who can dance – finally!" Stuart cheers, pulling my attention back to him, grabbing hold of my hips. "I've found my Ginger! Laura, seriously, if you had less tits and more cock, I'd be proposing marriage to you right now!" He spins me around.

"It can always be arranged," I laugh. "Marry me?" I hold out my hand dramatically to him.

He grabs it and yanks me back to his chest. "Vegas tomorrow, baby. I'll be the one in white at the Elvis chapel."

"I'll be there." I wink at him.

We both start laughing, as he starts to move me around the floor again.

I like Stuart. He's so much fun, and so uncomplicated and as hot as hell. He could give Ross a run for his money in those stakes.

Why isn't he straight?

Actually no, my life is complicated enough as it is without trying to add another guy into the picture.

"Our favourite rock star is not happy that I'm grinding with you on the dance floor," he whispers in my ear.

"Right now, I'm having way too much fun to care whatever Ross is."

"Atta girl!" He smacks my behind with his hand, and I squeal with laughter, as he spins me around and presses his chest up against my back.

Bending his knees into mine, taking me down slowly with him, and then back up.

Dancing with me just like Ross did in the club.

The first night we slept together.

"Uh-oh, here comes the trouble now," Stuart whispers in my ear.

I flicker my eyes in Ross' direction and see he is on his feet, stubbing his cigarette out in the ashtray, has a seriously pissed off look on his face, eyes fixed on me and Stuart, and is now heading straight for us.

My stomach flips over.

Maybe I've pushed it too far? No, he was just giving mouth to mouth to his little groupie before. I'm doing nothing wrong.