My dark secret

Chapter 9

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Tom

After what feels like hours of listening to their squeals and giggles, the girls finally emerge from Catherine's bedroom.

I choke on my beer. I was not prepared for this.

Nieke obviously looks stunning; Charlotte, who is already pretty, looks even better but Catherine? She looks like a whole different person.

"Don't you ladies look lovely?" Kyle says. "Look, even Big Gob is speechless," he says, slapping me on the back.

Charlotte and Nieke share a knowing smile that I don't like the look of.

"Could you take a photo of us?" Charlotte asks Kyle as she hands him her phone.

"Of course, lass!"

They pose for a photo.

"Could you take another one, please?" Nieke asks before whispering something in Catherine's ear.

They change their pose in such a way that Catherine's tits are on full display.

God help me, and God help the fool who so much as looks at her.

Catherine

The club is full, the music is loud and the drinks are flowing. Luckily we have our own seating area so we aren't too crowded, despite having Tom, Luke and Home Boy with us.

The tension between Tom and Luke at the beginning was palpable but I told them to get over it or we would call Damian and have them replaced. Tom started behaving after that.

It's almost like having Bach with us. Tom doesn't let us out of his sight for even a second and if any guy gets near us, they leave pretty sharpish once they fall under his death-ray glare.

He also looks pretty damn delicious in a figure hugging, long-sleeved black top and jeans that show off his ass.

"Jump!" Nieke orders me.

We're on the dance floor behaving as if we were back at boarding school. We hold hands and jump up and down to beat of the music.

After a while, I have to stop. Jumping in heels is not easy after a bottle of champagne and half a bottle of gin.

"Stop, stop!" I gasp.

My friends laugh uproariously.

"What?"

"Check out Mr grumpy pants."

I look over at Tom. He's got his arms crossed, accentuating his biceps and he's clenching his jaw.

Oh, great. He's pissed off. Again.

"I need to sit down," Charlotte says and we go over to our seating area.

There, we drink more, tease the boys a bit and go back to dancing.

The DJ starts playing more Hispanic songs like Despacito, Mi Gente, a whole bunch of songs by Enrique Iglesias. The three of us dance close together, grinding up on each other and we attract more than our fair share of stares.

from behind me, Nieke wraps my hair around her fist expertly and roughly pulls back, exposing my neck as we grind together. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see Tom about ready to snap.

"You are disgustingly sweating," Nieke shouts into my ear.

I turn around and press myself up against her. "What do you want me to do? It's from all the dancing."

She pulls my hair to one side, lowers her mouth until it's almost tounching my neck and then blows cool air onto me. I let my head fall back, fully aware of what it must look like.

"Have you two finished?" Charlotte asks, grinning. "Can we sit down for a bit? My feet are killing me."

We sit down and have a couple more drinks but after hours of drinking and dancing, we're all a bit tired.

"I think we should go home," I tell everyone when I see Charlotte's eyes are beginning to close.

We manage to get Charlotte into the car and strapped in. "If you're going to vomit, tell us and we'll stop the car, okay?" I tell her.

She nods her head limply.

"Dun worry. I'll watch her," Nieke slurs slightly, getting in the other side of the car.

I stumble a bit trying to get in and Tom grabs my arm to steady me, his eyes burning into mine.

"You should be more careful," he says, his deep voice vibrating through me.

I pull myself out of his grip and get into the passenger side seat. "Can we just go before Charlotte completely passes out?"

We manage to get home without her puking, and between Luke and Tom we get her in to bed.

"Can I have a word, Catherine?" Tom asks.

I blink slowly. I'm really tired. "Sure, I'm just going to put on some pyjamas. You're the only one staying tonight, aren't you?"

He nods stiffly.

"Okay. Well, I'll be right out."

I go to my room and help Nieke get Charlotte's dress off and onto her side. Nieke strips down and lies down next to Charlotte. As she does that, I change into my massive t-shirt.

"Night, shmoos," I say as I leave them. I think they're already asleep.

"So, what did you want to talk about?" I ask Tom as I tie my hair up into a messy ponytail and make my way over to the bathroom to take my make-up off.

"What was tonight about?" Tom asks, looming in the doorway.

I look at him through the mirror. "What do you mean? We were just having fun."

He snorts. "Yeah, right. And do you dance with all your girlfriends like that?"

I only just manage to not smile. "Well, I don't have that many girlfriends, but yeah, Why not?"

"And that dress?"

"Didn't you like it?" I ask innocently.

His hazel eyes turn a shade darker.

"Of course I liked it. So did every other guy in the place. Which you very well know."

He takes a step forward, his eyes never leaving mine.

"Nieke looked better though. She always does."

He takes another step until he's standing right behind me and I can feel his body heat through our clothes. "You looked better."

I roll my eyes. "Liar."

His fingertips brush my hip ever so gently making my heart skip a beat. Bending down, he runs the tip of his nose along my shoulder and up my neck. "Do you want me to show you how much I liked your dress?" he whispers in my ear.

I can feel his breath against my skin and a shiver runs down my spine.

Looking in the mirror, I can see his eyes have turned so dark they're almost chocolate brown.

I feel like a deer in the headlights again. I don't know what to do. I don't know what to say.

He presses himself up against me and I can feel his hardness through his jeans against my lower back.

Lowering his gaze, he gently bites my earlobe and a moan escapes me.

I have had too much alcohol to be thinking straight and I think he has come to the same conclusion.

"Don't worry, we'll finish this little conversation when you're sober," he says, pulling back. "Goodnight, Cat."