The Wrong Crowd [Wattys 2020]

Chapter 30

Author's note: Please listen to the song above to vibe to this chapter. It's titled Sweet love by Chris Brown ❤️

Ore flinched like ice water had been poured on her body, nearly knocking the fruit glass off the table. She hissed under her breath as she caught it just in time to see Dami slide into the empty seat opposite and stare at her concernedly.

"What are you looking at?" She muttered, her breath hitching at the way his muscles bulged against his too tight tuxedo. 

He leaned back lazily on his chair and crossed his arms, his brown eyes lighting up with mischief. Ore almost faltered under his heated gaze. She hung her head low, subconsciously tracing the patterns on the table cloth.

"I didn't know I had so much effect on you," Dami stated, silently watching the way her soft lips parted. He clucked his tongue, eyeing Ore's full breasts that were on display. He knew fully well that under the thin fabric she was wearing, her perky nipples would be aching for his mouth to suckle them.

He was a witness to how pointed her nipples could be when she was turned on and the way she moaned when he assaulted them with the wetness of his tongue. He uncrossed his arms and leaned closer to Ore, his elbows placed on the table. Ore furrowed her brows and took a big sip of her drink through her thin straw.

She cautiously observed the line of sweat beading his hairline and slowly dripping down the side of his face. His jaw was hardened as if he was trying to control an unknown evil. This fueled Ore to flirt with him more. She sucked on the straw, trailing her tongue over the length and smacking her lips excitedly.

Dami groaned, suddenly feeling his pants tightening more than it already was. He peered round the restaurant to see if anyone was looking before returning his gaze back to Ore. "What the fuck are you doing?" He hissed adjusting his seating position. "I am a fucking mess right now."

"Really?" Ore slipped a hand under the table and slightly tugged on the front part of her dress. Dami could see the pink lace bra she was wearing underneath and all he wondered was how her boobs had grown so much within a short amount of time. He didn't voice his opinion out though, he only grinned devilishly and nibbled on his lower lip.

Ore sighed watching his facial expression quickly change from naughty to nice. She thought he wanted her so bad but he seemed to be in control of his emotions. She removed the straw and gulped down the rest of her drink for effect. Dami's eyes widened and a deep sound bubbled from his chest.

"So, you were forming slay queen since right?" He managed amidst fits of laughter. Ore frowned, what she did wasn't funny and it was surely frustrating to see Dami making fun of her. "I bet you thought I cared so much about those kind of stuffs."

He took the menu he came with and glanced through it for barely a minute before signaling to the waitress whose gaze had been so glued to their table since he stepped in.

"News flash is I don't, I prefer people being real with me." He handed the menu over to the waitress who winked suggestively at him before asking him what he wanted. Ore was mildly irritated at the way the lady was flaunting herself so openly at Dami, the respect that had built up earlier now dangerously dropped.

She narrowed her eyes to slits as Dami smiled sunnily to the waitress and gave her the once over. She leaned in to whisper something in a guy who was supposed to be her customer's ears before righting her clothing and turning to stare at Ore.