Lose It
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I felt a ripple of excitement turn my stomach over, my chest heating up.
"Understood. She wants a date to the club too."
There was silence, and I swallowed hard, my heart thumping hard in excitement.
"I will be ready in thirty minutes. I won't wait a second longer." Something about his voice spoke of a dominant authority, one I felt my insides melt at the prospect of being around.
I could imagine that voice, whispering to me, telling me what he needed me to do. So we could both find this pleasure. So we could both numb this pain.
Hell.
The door opened, and I turned to the receptionist.
"I am glad. He accepted you. So...you need to dress up. I have your dress. The make-up however..."
"I have some in my bag. I could touch up."
She looked at me. "I don't think you came with a bag."
I gave a small oh. "Then..."
"But there are some on the dresser over there, and you can use them. Here is your dress."
I nodded as she kept the box on the couch, then gave me a small smile.
"He is pretty delicate to handle. So I need to tell you this. He gave you thirty minutes to get ready. And he doesn't wait."
"Got that."
She smiled again, then walked away, leaving me to my devices. I grabbed the dress, then opened it up.
It was a black sleeveless dress, one that was styled like a corset and seemed like it would fit like one. I held my breath as I watched my reflection in the mirror wearing it.
I looked...like sin. Hell. Would Tyler like this? I wasn't so sure. Would he want me to wear this? Do this? Would he be disappointed and glad that he had gotten out of a relationship with me?
I swallowed, then went to my phone. I had messages in the group chat I shared with Mariana.
With dread, I opened them. They were pictures. Pictures of a ring on Mariana's finger. My Tyler had proposed to her. I had imagined, fantasized, day dreamed of that ring on my finger and now... She had it?
I blinked back the tears that filled my eyes, then kept the phone back. I turned to the mirror, then grabbed a comb. It was all I could use to style my hair, and I combed it to fall in half waves that were remnants of the style it had carried before.
I sighed again, dusting my face off with powder, then applying some lipstick. I looked okay, at least, and I wore the heels I had come in. They were tall and strapped in front, and it fit the dress like it was made for it.
I watched my reflection again, then closed my eyes. Tyler. How could he do this to me? To us?
My hand came up to my heart, and it felt like I could hear it breaking into pieces, begging for the one man who knew how to fix it. The one man who knew how to keep it safe.
I sighed and dropped my hand, my fists clenching, just as I heard the receptionist.
"I will get her."
This is it. I either go out and do this or let Tyler get away with wrecking me. Something told me he would still get away with it either way... but right now, I needed something. Something only the man outside seemed to be able to offer.
I turned away from the mirror and the doubts and I reached the door knob just as the receptionist turned it.
"I was worried," she remarked, taking me in. "I always knew he had taste."
I smiled. "Thank you."
I slowly walked out of the room. He was finally standing in front of me, the same face mask covering the lower part of his face. His eyes turned to me as I took a step closer, and I found myself needing to see some sort of approval in his eyes.
I know he has seen women like this, slept with them too, but...maybe it was the broken hearted part of me, but I needed to regain the confidence Tyler had broken by leaving me like that.
Like I meant nothing. Like I was easy to leave. I sighed, watching him, yet feeling the sting of tears.
Without a word, the man whose name I still don't know, walked closer. He had a strong scent, but it seemed to cloud a scent even stronger, and I knew there was a secret to him. He was hidden. The face mask. The scent. His identity was a secret he probably wanted to keep away.
His thumb slowly traced the side of my thumb, then followed a long, teasing line up my arm, and to the curve of my shoulder. He let his eyes follow his movements, and it caught me by surprise. Maybe this was the sort of approval I had needed, but hell, it had absolutely no business setting me on fire like this.
It had no business making me want to miss the club.
He met my eyes, just as his thumb ran upwards to the most sensitive parts of my neck, then up my face.
I closed my eyes, and suddenly, I felt his thumb under my right eye.
"I will make sure you forget him."
It felt almost like a personal vow as he said it, his thumb pushing away the single tear I hadn't even known was hanging right beneath my ryes.
I looked up to his eyes, then swallowed, nodding. "Please."
I wondered what he would think of me. Desperate? Needy? But I hardly cared for a man I knew I would never see again. I hardly cared to know what he thought of the fact that I had lost to my best friend, and I was here, begging for another man to make me forget it.
I didn't have much time to think before he let his fingers wrap around my waist, his small finger dropping to the dip of the curve. It was crazy how I could feel him like it was skin to skin. It made me wonder how it would feel like it it was skin to skin.
He matched my pace, and he pulled me to the long balcony. There was a small staircase that led down, to the people there.
It was filled to the brim, with people dancing. Some were a moaning mess as they danced, others had a lot more control.
I couldn't think as he pulled me down. It felt familiar when he held my hand, and to be honest, his body kept pulling me in.
We went in right on time for a change of songs, and I swallowed, as he pulled me, then twirled me around so I would face away from him.
I held my breath, as I felt his fingers push my hair so it fell on one shoulder. The air touched my back, and I swallowed at the sudden sensation.
"I don't really know how to dance," I said, hoping he wouldn't realize it himself.
"We were never going to dance," he whispered back, as his hands dropped to my waist, then pulled me further to him, his head burying in my neck, his breaths alone causing me to lose it.
"Lose it," he said, like he had read my mind.
And I did. I lost it.
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