The Heart Of Ace

Chapter 39

I was pumped up. We were going to resort. Jason and I.

Then at 6 pm we would go to this amazing club few miles away. I could not wait. I wanted to dance.

I missed my Liz so much. We promised her to take her to shopping right away after reaching college. She deserved it. I was going to buy everything she wanted, so was Jason. She was ours to spoil. And our cheque was huge and heavy to buy her a house.

Dancing would not be same without her, but beggars cannot be choosers. And I was begging for distraction.

Mom was going through rules and regulations. Again!

'Stay away from vodka, Ace. It is illegal for you to drink.'

'Do not drink and drive, Jason. Get a taxi.'

'I do not care what you do inside the club but be responsible.'

'Wear condoms even if it is just to pee.' which made no sense at all but we nodded anyways.

'Take care of each other. If you are getting killed, drag the other one too.'

'Call me or Frank if you are in trouble. Remember, the worst thing I could ever do is ground you guys for rest of your lives. But others would not be kind.'

Then she handed Jason her black and gold VIP premium business card.

"Have this with you all the time. If anyone gives you trouble show this to any authority. Understand, Jason? And Ace, stop being ashamed of me and tell people that you are my son." Then she pressed kisses on both of our foreheads and threw us out.

We went swimming, drank mock tails, Jason ogled at Bikini babes and I tried to stay away from pervy eyes.

What was with retired old men looking at us like that! I had to literally drag Jason away from some wrinkled guy trying to put his hands inside Jason's underwear. The idiot was gaping at two lesbians french kissing to notice.

Spa was a new experience for Jason and the masseuse might have groped him a little but he surely did not mind. Who would! That girl was a beaut!

By the time for clubbing we were jumping around. We were excited!

Exciteeeeddd!!!

Jason wanted to get laid and I wanted to dance like crazy.

Jason almost ripped me a new one. He used a full roll of duct tape to remove confetti from his butt. Served him right!

I was so not making googly eyes at... Nope!

I wore my makeup. A bit of lip gloss, black kajal blended with brown eyeshadow, then I gelled my hair. With my ripped jeans and slightly oversized shirt I was set.

Then on second thought I added black choker on my naked neck and changed the gold anklet on my left ankle to a diamond studded one. I loved anklets.

Jason was looking so yummy. He wore a tight shirt that showed his biceps and form fitting stretchable jeans. I threw my leather jacket to him. "Wear this on top."

He said no to make up but accepted my silver bracelets and I wore his black metal bracelet.

"Stay a mile away from me, Dave. I will never get laid if you stand next me. They would be hitting on you to notice me."

"Do not worry, I will be on the dance floor. You can bang whoever you want."

The club was packed. The establishment only ID'd at the bar. So, I could dance my little heart out.

Attention by Charlie Puth was playing.

I walked to the bar and ordered cranberry juice. I showed them the ID and they gave me a Neon Pink wrist band which glows in the dark, branding me as underage to drink. Jason got a green one. And he got himself some fancy beer.

I walked right to the dance floor.

"Give me a good song, DJ!"

Say my name by Baby Rexa.

Not bad, I wished lyrics were different. It was reminding of stuff. But I danced, because hell, the beat was amazing.

I felt hands all over me, which I did not mind. Dance was always sensual. It gave me the high which not many things could give. Except may be 'him'.

Please let the next song be something that would thoroughly distract me.

'Find what you are looking for' by Olivia OBrien!!!

Great! Why!!

Again I danced because, the beat was freaking good.

I dragged hands on my chest throwing my head back. I danced to the one man in my mind stretching my arm and letting it drop. I closed my eyes and let the music take me away.

I opened my eyes when someone put their hands on my waist.

'He' was there by the bar watching me! Why was he here? I forced my eyes away from his.

The man behind me was so touchy but at the moment I did not mind. Anything to forget those eyes.

I shrugged. I was just dancing. But soon someone else took my hands and started to dance.

I lost my patience when Psycho by Denny White was played. But still I danced to the man who was watching me by the bar.

It was so difficult. I wanted him even after.

My body yearning for him.

Could he see the lust in my eyes?

The pain of my heart?

The anger in my moves?

The frustration pushed me to move like a snake, so someone else would put their hands on and make me forget.

And they did. I gyrated, making them believe I was enjoying their advances but when they became more courageous I changed my dance partners.

When the next song played was 'Break up with your girlfriend' by Ariana Grande, I stopped dancing, stood there for a whole minute for DJ to notice me, booed at him with thumbs down and walked away from the dance floor.

I felt 'his' stare on me but I did not approach him. Instead I took a seat on the far end from him where Jason was chugging on whiskey.

"Had a good night?" I asked. Mine was a disaster.

"Yup. Fucked a twink." He was getting wasted.

"Let us go." I was done.

"This is for the cutie who did not like my song selections. Take your pick, hon. I will play." DJ announced.

I blushed like crazy.

But a mic popped out of nowhere and I was put on spotlight and everyone was staring.

I chose 'On the floor' by Jennifer Lopez. When in doubt I chose legends.

A wave of cheer met my suggestion. Told you!

I danced, it was an amazing song but my mind was fixed on someone else.

I wanted to climb on him and push him back on his chair and...

"Wow, cutie is actually a hottie and knows how to move." DJ announced and everyone clapped but I jumped on Jason who was standing there with outstretched arms. "Aaaand he is taken, story of my life."

Everyone laughed but I wanted to get out of there.

Jason went back to drinking and I tried to ignore numerous stares on my body.

Especially that one stare that was making me so hot and wet.

But...

'I hope you find what you are looking for.' Robbie...