Mine

18. He's got another thing coming, alright.

~Regina's P.O.V~

"Fancy seeing you here, amour," he greeted me.

"Shame can't say the same, dickhead," I said as I smirked, never tuning around from the bar. He just came and joined as he ordered a drink.

"Come on, amour, aren't you gonna drop that name you call me by it?" he said a little annoyed but still isn't fazed by it that much.

"Arent you gonna stop calling me that?" I answered back.

"Now where is the fun in that?" he said as he smirked but I kept my head straight towards the people dancing around.

"Same goes to you over here, dickhead," I used his own words against him.

"Keep calling me that, and that name would be stuck like that," he growled quietly.

"I wouldn't mind that at all, dickhead," I said smirking.

"¿Puedo tener este baile contigo, preciosa?" a guy came to me and asked. (May I have this dance with you, gorgeous?)

"Estoy bien gracias," I rejected him as I bit in a laugh as he went. (I'm good, thanks)

"Okay," he said as he went away.

"What did the guy want? And why are you on the verge of laughing?" Ace asked beside me.

"He was asking me if I wanted to dance," I answered back as I ordered another drink.

"And I'm guessing you said no, right?" he chuckled. I nodded.

"Well, why are you laughing?" he asked curiously.

"Because I'm pretty sure that he doesn't speak Spanish and someone was helping him out to get a dance with me," I said as I smirked.

"Well amour, since you put it that way," he said smirking as he got up and stood in front of me.

"Posso ballare con te amour?" he said and I somehow kinda understood what he had said even tho he was speaking Italian.

"Por supuesto," I found myself nodding, asking myself why. Something about him just compelled me, and I have no fucking idea what that was.

"Try not to step on my feet darling," he whispered as he turned around to take his spot on the floor with me beside him. I smirked. He has no idea, all those years of ballroom dance are finally going to pay off. Might as well toy with him a bit.

Before he could take another step, I curled my arm around his waist, teasingly slow. I move my hand from his side to the top of his defined abs. Damn this man is fit. He tenses and takes a deep breath.

"Two can play this game, amour," he says as his hand goes over my wrist, and glides to my hand as we sway to the music. My hand travels up to his back, feeling his dense muscles underneath his suit. I step to the side and our eyes meet again.

He gracefully places his hand in mine and twirls me so I am now in front. His nose trails up my jaw, making me shiver. Earning a smirk from Ace now. One hand grips my waist, while the other grips my hips. We then start leaning to the side, his hands moving slowly feeling my curves.

We continue dancing around the ballroom, our faces centimeters apart from one another. His minty breath and cologne invading all of my senses. He dips me down and trails his hand to the outside of my thigh. I feel the knives I have hidden underneath my dress.

"You're a very naughty girl aren't you, Miss Ricardo," He smirks as feels up my knives then up to my waist.

I felt my panties drench in wetness, and I mentally curse myself for my body's betrayal. We pose again, and I slowly trail my hands up his thighs. His breathing hitches as I feel up until I find the gun he has concealed in his slacks.