Love Be My Oxygen

4 | Enchanted

Lewis

I'm not sure why I wanted to see her again, I can get pretty much any girl I want. But it's not about sex this time. There's something about that girl from the club that I just can't get out of my head.

Work trudges on, each minute seeming to last an eternity since I'm restless with a certain young girl dancing through my thoughts. I don't even know her name.

The car ride back to the house is uneventful, the same old traffic and the same old pot holes that I seem to hit every time no matter how many times I drive this road. My life is as mundane as ever, I need more than just this.

"Fuck it," I make a sharp U turn in the road and drive away from the direction of my house and towards North street. Maybe this girl is the someone to inspire me.

The bodyguards at the door recognise me immediately as I step out of my car and hand my keys to the valet.

"Mr Cortés," one of the guards nods to me as I pass through the doorway. I walk straight through the crowds and towards one of the guards inside.

"Hello, I'm looking for a private dance with a certain girl. I don't know her name but she stands on the far right and wears black," my voice is calm and professional when I make the request knowing that it's not unheard of to get more than what is offered.

"Sorry sir, we aren't a strip club. No lap dances on offer here."

"I think you've misunderstood, my apologies. I just want to watch the girl dance on stage, nothing more."

The bodyguard thinks about it for a few moments, "Let me see what I can do for you." He turns and walks through a door that I assume leads to where the girls must be getting ready.

I walk away towards a booth in the corner of the room and take a seat, waiting to see her again. Does this make me a stalker? No, surely not. This is her job and I can tell that she loves the attention just as much as the other girls who stand front and centre.

The lights dim and I wait for her to walk back into my life. Before I can put my full attention on the scantily clad women now lounging around the stage, someone taps my shoulder.

"You can see her after the show if she agrees. The girl I think you're talking about is new, she's called Haillie. The young brunette wearing pink tonight?" The bodyguard leans down so that nosy ears can't hear our conversation.

"Yes, that's her. Thank you," her figure is sat against a pillar at the side of the stage and her legs are draped over the front, swinging off of the ledge. Haillie.

The sensual music starts and on the same beat the girls begin to roll their wrists and click their fingers perfectly in time. The way they dance is like art, a dark art that's almost taboo but so goddamned mesmerising. They're swimming through the music without letting it drown their motions out.

Far too quickly the music stops and the performance is finished leaving everyone in the room wanting more. These girls truly are drugs, causing men to become addicted to the way they move.

A nervousness begins to form in the pit of my stomach as the room begins to clear out. I sip at the whiskey that was brought over to me during the performance but I was too mesmerised to pay the waitress much notice.

I hear her soft footsteps on the wooden floor echoing through the silence before I see her. She doesn't have the same confidence when she's on her own, her shoulders hunch slightly as though to cover herself, her eyes are downcast as though they hold a hint of embarrassment.

I wasn't prepared for how much Haillie would affect me. As soon as the music sounds again, any sign of hesitation or self doubt is lost and the woman before me seems completely different to the girl who walked on stage.

She's an enigma. And she's fucking perfect.

Her hips sway as her body follows in fluid motions whilst keeping a lust filled haze in her eyes. She makes a final twirl causing her hair to circle round her body and cover her face slightly before she drops to the floor and throws her head back in finale.

The silence has returned once again and all that can be heard is her breathing. Before I can stop myself, I begin to applaud slowly still mesmerised by her beauty.

The sound of my claps causes her to snap out of character and a redness rises to her cheeks.

"You are really quite something," my words cause her cheeks to darken in the colour red and she lifts her arm to shield her eyes from the bright lights that are blinding her.

"Thank you, Mr..." Her voice trails off, realising that she doesn't have a clue who I am.

"Cortés, Mr Cortés," I stand and walk towards the front door slowly leaving her alone in the room. Just before I push out into the cool night air I hear her voice again.

"Can I not see you Mr Cortés?" The sound of her voice is liquid gold but I laugh slightly at her question.

She is just so good and so bad at the same time. For once I feel inspired to write, this girl is the makings of a beautiful tragedy and I need to get to know her more so that I can foresee how her story will play out.

"No love, but perhaps fate will bring us together again one day," I smile through the darkness at her knowing that she can't see the way I'm trying to memorise everything about her character.

As soon as I get home, I walk straight to my study and open up my laptop to begin her story,

'Beautiful Tragedy'

Note

Another double update today for you guys :)  As always, don't be silent, there's nothing better than hearing what you think and I'll keep trying to update as often as possible.