While out in a club while dancing with one of my friends, I saw him there. Standing there, just watching us.
For every sip of his drink, he would look back at us. Or should I say me.
Ben was surrounded by bodyguards and friends. I knew all of them.
I hated him being here but I also was glad he was.
I don't know, the fact was that he was standing there, staring at me dance. It gave me a feeling of making him mad.
Even with the music blasting, the sweating bodies, and Ben's angry stare I wanted to tempt him.
Playing with fire you say? Maybe, but I was enjoying it.
I let my friend Leslie know. I whispered into her ear what I was gonna do. Of course with Ben's stare from across the club.
A new song started to play. It was one where you need a man to dance with. The perfect type of song to make him even madder than he already was.
There was a group of guys dancing next to us. I got closer to one and started grinding my body against his. One of his friends started dancing with Leslie and we got pulled into their group.
While we were dancing, someone grabbed my arm.
It was Rob, he part of his security
"Let's go, Ana." He said.
Leslie noticed what was going on and grabbed my hand as Rob was taking me out of the crown.
The club had back room's where very famous people would meet.
"He's in there," said Rob.
"Ugh. I swear he can't do anything for himself.."
I felt another hand pull me past the curtain door, leaving Leslie and Rob.
I'm pulled onto his chest and all we do is stare at each other. It was more like I looked up to him because of how tall he was. My heels made no difference.
"What do you want David?" I asked.
He knew that when I called him his middle name was because I wasn't in a very happy mood.
"What were you doing out there?" He asked.
I just smirked because I knew it had worked.
"So you noticed?" I asked.
"Ana..."
"Dancing. We were dancing Ben." I said as I walked over to the bar the room had.
"Dancing?"
"Yeah dancing."
"You call....,"
"Just because I wasn't dancing with you doesn't mean I can't dance. Does it?" I asked.
I went to the couch. There was a glass tray with different types of alcohol. A drink was already served.
"That was my drink." He said.
"So," I said wiping the residue of alcohol off my lips.
"I don't like sharing Ana.... you know that." He said sitting next to me.
"What happened to Kandle Janitor?" I asked.
That's what Leslie and I call her.
"Who?" He asked.
"Kendall." I said as I tried to pour another drink, but Ben stopped me. He didn't like me drinking.
"She's gone."
"And how long till she comes back?" I asked kicking off my shoes.
"As I said..... she's gone."
I climbed on top of him and whispered in his ear.
"You're pussy whipped. You go from one pussy to the other. I don't want to be with someone and worry if he is sleeping with someone else. We should leave it as it is."
He looked at me. All he did was look at me.
"What? Am I wrong?" I asked.
"If I was pussy whipped, I wouldn't have broken things off with Kendall, I wouldn't be here chasing after you." He said.
His hands were on my thighs making their way up my dress.
"Ben...."
"What? Do you not want this?" He asked.
Oh, I did. I just wanted him to beg a little. I could feel his hard member under me. It was making me incredibly horny.
"I don't know.... should I?" I asked as I pecked his lips and reached inside his pants.
He was fully erect now.
"Ana, please."
"Fine. By any chance did you come in the sprinter?" I asked.
"We did." He said.
I got off of him, grabbed my shoes, and headed towards the door.
Ben wasn't following me.
"Are you coming or not? I'm not letting you fuck me in here." I said.
Ben jumped off the couch and followed me out.
