The Fluke

10 - Luke

I need to get the hell out of here.

I was just moments away from knocking out that Neanderthal that was dancing with Jules, dragging her off the dance floor and right out of this club.

Yes. He is a Neanderthal. I am simply a man who can hardly contain his need to fuck the pretty brains out of that woman.

And I need to contain it. I promised her I'd forget what happened between us; more correctly, what she thinks happened between us. Obviously, that was a bold faced fucking lie.

I have every intention of claiming Jules as mine but I did promise myself that she had to be the one to cave. When things happen between us they'll be on my terms, but how they begin has to be on hers.

She's confusing the hell out of me. She wants to forget about us yet she seemed pissed off when she found me at the bar with Angela. Andrea?

Whatever. The blonde.

Jules looked at me like I was a fucking asshole and it made me want to stick my tongue down her throat. My little spitfire.

She stormed away from the bar with a tray full of shots which, to be honest, was surprising. I thought it would be a few days before she loosened up enough to get drunk around me again but I guess tonight was my lucky night.

Until she followed me and the blonde onto the dance floor.

Jules, Jules, Jules. You little fucking cock tease.

I was only trying to put some distance between us and kill some time dancing with a pretty girl. I planned on heading back to the group after a few songs, hoping that Jules would have had enough drinks to feel less nervous around me by that point.

But she found me first. She locked eyes with me across the dance floor and proceeded to perform a sexy little dance that I believe in my bones was just for me. When that Neanderthal grabbed her from behind and started dancing with her, I still believe she was just using him as a prop.

I don't know for sure that Jules knows we have entered into a battle of restraint. I refuse to be the one to instigate things, confident that it has to be her to make the first move. I refuse to have her thinking I'm taking advantage of her or only interested in a fuck.

Don't get me wrong, I want to fuck her. I want to fuck her more than I've ever wanted to fuck any woman. But whatever this is between us, it's more electric than anything I've ever felt. It would be more than just a fuck. It will be more.

Like I said, watching her dance with that dude made me feel like throwing a punch or five. So I had to get the hell out of there.

I ditched the blonde, which was rude of me but I honestly don't care. If I didn't get Jules out of my sight immediately then I would be in trouble.

So I left. I left the dance floor. I left a fifty dollar bill on the table. And then I left the club.

I walked a few blocks to cool off and then I called an Uber and headed back to the house.

Just as I'm pulling up my phone buzzes with a text.

Spencer: Where'd you go?

Luke: Not feeling the club tonight. Sorry I didn't say bye, just had to get out of there.

Spencer: All good, man. We're gonna head to the next spot. See you in the morning.

Relieved that Spencer isn't giving me shit for bailing early on our first night out of the trip, I repay him by beelining it to the living room and pouring myself three fingers of his most top shelf whiskey. Thank you very much, good sir. You're very welcome that I didn't fuck your sister sideways in a dirty club bathroom.