Beating again

Chapter ten

Sasha's POV

I don't think it is a good idea taking my doctor to a night club. But since my ankle doesn't feel painful, he is not my doctor anymore.

I order for two cups of beer, and I pass him one cup. As soon as he brings the beer to his lips, he winces and forces a smile when he sees I am looking at him. I can tell he doesn't really enjoy beer.

After a few more drinks, he gets up from his sit. "I will be back in a minute." He announces before he disappears in the crowd of people on the dance floor.

"Hey there." I turn to see a tall mascular guy bending to the level of my ear.

He gets up and I see tattoos creeping from under his colar. It looks like an eagle's wing on the tattoo.

He is slightly handsome but not attractive.

Well he might be attractive, but not to me.

Yeah! Because there is someone else you find attractive.

May be yes, may be shut up.

"There is something stuck on your face."  He says as he positions himself infront of me to lean against  the counter.

I touch my face to remove, whatever  that is stuck there. I don't know what it is.

"No, baby, you can't get it." He says teasingly with a smirk. "It is beauty that stuck on your face." Naughtiness written all over him.

A dry chuckle leaves me. I look away as I try to get myself in control. That statement is not even cool.

"Are you always cocky?" I ask him with an angry smirk.

"Only on Tuesdays." He proudly says. "Especially when there is a beautiful girl in sight." He adds.

Does he know he is annoying?

I feel like I should punch shit out of his face, but before I do it, a bunch of drunk girls flood over him.

"There you are." A blonde says, as she grabs his hand and pulls him to the other girls. Together they all pull him while they randomly lick him everywhere visible.

Eww.

"Hey beautiful." Another voice sounds making me gasp.

WTF? Am I the only beautiful girl in here?

I turn with the most angry face I can afford, to see Ethan leaning on the counter where that annoying bastard was leaning before.

My features suddenly relax and my annoyed face turns into an ammused grin.

He must be drunk, again. He really is so bad when it comes to drinking.

I look at him drunk and trailing my eyes, they linger over his wet lips that are covered with beer. Before I think of what to do next, he leans down and kisses me.

I pull away trying to register what just happened.

When I look at him, I realise I just want more. I pull him into another kiss that he gladly welcomes.

His lips are warm and supple. Unlike any other guy I have kissed, his jaw is smooth and soft. He kisses me gently, his lips working against mine with delicate precision.

Just then, an idiot decides to stumble right behind me and falls on me, breaking what I was about to name the best kiss of my life, pushing me more into Ethan.

He grabs me by both hands and I can feel him press his legs firmly on the ground to prevent us from falling.

"Shit." He mumbles as he brings me back to my feet.

"Let's get out of here." I say. It won't be too long before another one blindly walks into us.

He agrees and we move out of the club and stop a taxi.

The ride elapses in silence. We finally draw up in front of my apartment block. I move out of the cab, saying my good bye, knowing this time too is up.

Ethan surprises me by getting out as well following me into the building and right to the elevator.

"Where are you going?" I ask him as I press the elevator button. I don't think he is too drunk, he can't remember he doesn't live here.

"I am seeing you to the door." A little smile forms on my lips.

"You don't need to see me to the door. I am already here." The elevator door opens and we step inside as he ignores my words.

He stands just next to me as the elevator starts to move.

I steal a glance at him. He looks so utterly appealing, his hair clinging to his face and I feel the urge to run my hands through it and tug it and own it.

He looks down at me and I think my desire is recognized in his eyes. Closing the space between us in one stride, he pushes me against one wall and presses his mouth against mine. My response is instantaneous.

Shrugging my hand bag off my shoulder, I loop my arms around his neck returning the ferocity of his kiss.

The elevator dings and the doors open. I only break the kiss to pick up my bag and go back to it.

We kiss our way to my apartment and things start to really heat up. I take his
Jacket off and he sticks his hand under my shirt.

He pulls it off, slightly breaking the kiss and comes back kissing my lips even harder.

He kisses his way down my neck, to my cleavage and I let out a soft moan.

He reaches for my hip, gripping me hard. The pressure of his fingertips cause me to twitch with desire.

With no effort, he lifts me up, making me wrap my legs around his torso and I can feel his erection brush against me.

He lowers me down, my back touching the bed and I just realise we are in the bedroom.

I don't know when and how we got their, I just pull him down with me.

I feel an itch to touch his bare skin, so I slip my hand under the hem of his white shirt, letting my other hand grip his hair as he slowly works my bra, not stopping the work of his lips, like an expert.

It takes all my strength not to burst his shirt buttons to feel more of him.

The whole situation becomes evidently lustful with hard kisses and electrifying touches.

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