The 20 Year Old Virgin | Herophine

Chapter 39: Restroom and Alex

Hero

I am flat out exhausted-mentally, physically and emotionally. After that fight with my mum and hours in an audition, all I want to do is go to bed and cuddle Jo. It's already dark out and traffic has been absolute hell.

"Baby, I'm back," I call as I enter the flat. It's quiet and I head straight to her room. "Love..." My eyes practically pop out of their sockets at the sight before me. Jo, freshly showered and wearing that lingerie, the white one that's been stuck in my head since I packed her things back in Atlanta. She's bent down, applying lotion on to her legs ang giving me the best side profile of her entire body. "Holy shit," I can't help but utter which causes Jo to straighten her body and turn to me. I'm still standing in the door way, leaning my body against the door jamb.

"Hey, babe. I didn't hear you coming in," she pads closer to me, going on her tiptoes and planting a chaste kiss on my lips. My arms immediately snake around her waist, bringing her flush against me.

"I like what you're wearing," I huskily say before dipping my head and kissing her slightly parted lips. I dart my tongue out and thrust into her mouth, seeking her own. She melts into my kiss and my arms almost instantaneously. My hands travel down to her ass, cupping them and squeezing.

She pulls away from me with a giggle and I frown. "Hold it right there babe. We are heading out."

"Out? Jo, I'm bloody exhausted. I just want to sleep the night away," I pout like a baby.

"But Mia wanted to go out before we leave for London," she explains, mulling her lower lip and looking torn. I can't stand looking at her like this and who the fuck am I kidding really? I can't say no to this woman even if my life depended on it.

"Where are we going?" I sigh in resignation.

"Mia's client is opening a new club, that's where we're going," she literally squeals, jumping on me and raining kisses on my face which makes me laugh.

"I'll take a quick shower first. I feel disgusting." And with that, I help her to her feet and enter her bathroom.

The club is actually pretty cool. It's an abandoned theater converted into a nightclub and strobe lights are everywhere, the music pumping loud throughout the entire space. Mia manages to get us on the VIP list and we head straight to the roped off area on the upper floor. We are escorted to a lounge that already has a bottle of chilled Moet and a few flutes on the table.

"To you, love birds," Mia hands Jo and I a flute of alcohol each and we thank her, grinning like crazy.

This isn't so bad after all.

After finishing off the Moet, Jo orders a bottle of Patron and it's when everything starts to get interesting. A few shots in and Jo is already all over me. She's now sitting on my lap, her back to me while she slowly sways her hips to the beat of the music. She's practically giving me a lap dance and I am absolutely living for this moment. She's wearing an off the shoulder skin fitting black dress that ends just at the middle of her thighs. It's such a turn on especially knowing that under this tiny black dress is a pair of immaculate white bra and thongs made up of soft lace and satin.

Heaven and hell. Devilish angel.

My devilish angel.

Mia disappears down into the dance floor and a few songs after, she comes back with Mr. Brawn-Adam, he introduces himself but I'm already intoxicated enough to settle on calling him Mr. Brawn. Jo doubles over in laughter every time I call him that but he's such a good sport that he laughs it off himself, not bothering to call me out on it. While Mia all but rolls her eyes at me, flipping me off before going back to sucking faces with the good lad.