Fifty Shades of Gabriel

Thirty-Eight

>>>Gabriel's POV<<<

"Gabriel, I fucking hate you." Aaliyah spits out at me.

I scoff loudly then grab my keys and head out the door, without saying anything because I don't want to disrespect her more than I already have. Getting into my car, I find a club on my phone then use the GPS to drive to it. Once I pull up to the club, I show my ID to the bouncer and walk inside. The dim lit club booms as the loud music floods into my ears. Walking over to the bar, I sit down and wait to be served.

"Well hello handsome, what can I get you?" The brown- headed bartender asks me.

"I'll have 6 shots of whiskey."

"Damn, you must be really goin' through it?"

"Yeah I am." I shrug then rub my fingers through my hair.

The bartender walks over and pours my shots then brings them over to me.

"These are on me. I'm Hazel by the way, what's your name, hottie?" She asks, as she takes a shot herself.

After downing all 6 shots and feeling the familiar burning sensation, I finally clear my throat and answer her.

"Gabriel and keep the shots coming."

Multiple shots later and I'm drunk as hell. I had no plans of getting this drunk but I'm too far in to turn back now.

"Lets dance." Hazel says as she walks from behind the bar.

My eyes travel up and down her body as I stare at the tight, red, leather dress that is stuck to her body like a bandaid. She walks over to me and places her ass on my dick while wrapping my arms around her waist.

"When we" by Tank starts playing and I feel myself getting aroused. Hazel bends down, touching her ankles while her ass cheeks brush against me. As her ass jiggles, I smack it then watch it as she dances sexily. Keeping my hands tightly rested on her hips, I grind into her ass as she slowly twerks each cheek; teasing me. After practically dry humping each other, we finally calm down because people start giving us weird looks.

"You like that?" She asks as she faces me then whispers in my ear.

"Hell yeah" I smirk, licking my dry lips.

Hazel presses her body against mine as we continue dancing to the music. The alcohol hits me harder as beads of sweat roll down my forehead. Moving Hazel's hair to the side, I place a sloppy kiss on her neck then squeeze her ass with the strength of 1,000 men.

"mhmm, you like it rough...follow me." She smirks, then grabs my hand.

Following Hazel into a small bathroom, I immediately crash my lips onto hers. She throws her head to the side giving me easier access then rubs my now hardened dick through my jeans. Kissing from her neck down to her tits, I bury my face into them then feel her start unzipping my pants. Picking her up, I place her onto the sink and continue kissing all over her then place her back onto the floor.

"Turn around." I breathe huskily.

Pulling down her panties, I prepare to ram into her until Aaliyah's face pops into my head. I try to think of other things but I can't. Starting to realize that I'm wrong, I zip my pants then walk out of the bathroom with Hazel hot on my heels.

"Hey, where are you going? What's the problem? Am I not good enough for you?" She yells, folding her arms.

"Listen Hazel, you're prefect. Just not for me... I have a girlfriend who just lost a baby and I'm fucking up by being here instead of with her. I should be home grieving with her, not almost fucking someone." I drunkly admit.