Loving the Devil

18. HOT AND BOTHERED

Jackson's POV

It was Saturday night which means I was in one of my old friend's club. I looked over at Tyler who was busy dry humping a tall blonde on the dance floor. And I, well I was trying to drink myself to oblivion.

The image of Hannah's lipstick mark on Zac's cheek was still painted on my mind and I needed to forget about this. It felt like several glass shreds were piercing my heart, again and again. Why did she do that? I guess I knew the answer but my heart didn't want to accept it.

A body pressed against my back and a woman's voice whispered in my ears in a sultry voice, "Hey handsome, you in for a crazy night?"

I turned around and it was a redhead with blue eyes. She was wearing a tight black halter neck dress. I should have felt turned on but all I felt was disgust.

Telling her that I'm not interested, I turned around but a figure on the dance floor caught my attention. It was Zac and he was dancing with a girl whose back was towards me.

Fucking bastard. He was playing with Hannah and I could not stand this. Dashing towards him, I called his name when the girl with him turned around, the club suddenly started spinning.

The girl was Hannah. But she looked nothing like my cute, innocent wife. Instead, she looked like a seductress in her sexy attire. She was wearing a tight top which accentuated her breasts and high waisted mini skirt. Her soft curls were straightened and adding to her appeal.

Zac's hand was resting over her stomach and they were looking at me. Hannah didn't look drunk but all her nervousness and fumbling was gone that means she had a little alcohol.

"Am I disturbing your little rendezvous?", I asked, looking into her eyes.

"Yes" Zac started, but I cut him off.

"I'm talking to my wife.", I glowered and his lips turned into a smirk. That bastard is enjoying this.

"We are just having some fun and it's not like we were sucking each other's faces in his office.", she retorted angrily, her eyes were blazing.

"That was a mistake. And you know what! Go ahead and enjoy your pathetic date. You two are perfect for each other." I barked under the effect of alcohol.

She was going to reply when Zac whispered something in her ear and gripping her arm, took her away. Sulking in anger, I returned to the bar where Tyler was sitting.

"Hey man! What happened?" He asked and I pointed towards them.

"Somebody's jealous.", He smirked and I frowned at him.

"I'm not jealous. You know how much I hate Zac. I just don't want him anywhere near me.", I said.

"So if she is with any man other than Zac, you would have no issue?", he asked.

"No.", I said sternly.

"Then your problem is solved buddy.", He winked and I glanced towards Hannah. She was dancing with a drunk teenage boy who was grinding with her. She looked uncomfortable and Zac was nowhere to be found.

"f**k!", I yelled and rushed towards her.

Punching the guy on his face, I gripped Hannah's wrist and yanked her towards me.

"What the f**k is wrong with you?", she looked baffled by the scene I just created.

"Nothing is wrong Jackson. You are just acting like a jerk. Which is nothing new. I was just having fun but you just can't see me enjoying. You know what, that's enough. Stay away from me.", she growled at me and she looked like an angry kitten. It would have been funny if I was not angry at the stunt she just pulled.

"Having fun? By grinding with a stranger?", I shouted in anger and she tried to get out of my hold. Tried. But I was holding her tight.

"So who should I dance with?", she said in annoyance.

"Me. Dance with me.", I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

"What? No."

"We have already made a scene. Now shut up and dance with me."

She rejected my offer, sticking her tongue out.

"Seems like I have no other choice." Using my force, I moulded our bodies together and started swaying with the lyrics. She hesitated at first but soon gave in. She looked exhausted, just like me.

When I slided my hands down her waist and rested on her hips, she sucked a breath. Her now free arms moved towards my shoulders and she gripped them. Our eyes were locked together, her sexy body was glued to mine and certain part of my anatomy was hyper aware of our proximity.

Dipping my head, I leaned towards her wanting to taste her lips. I felt hungry, for her. Her feminine scent was messing with my already messed up brain. Closing her eyes, she relaxed in my arms and I leaned a little more when a cough startled both of us.

Zac was holding two drinks in her hands. Besides her was a short girl who looked familiar.

"Are you crazy? You left her there alone. f**k off Zac."

"What are you talking about? Hannah are you okay? Did something happen?", He looked at her with concern, making me angrier.

"Stop showing this fake concern. She is going with me."

"No.", Hannah murmered. "I came with him. You have no right to take me away."

So now, she was choosing him instead of me. I had enough of their stupid games. I know what I was about to do would increase the distance between us but I had no other choice. Picking her up and throwing her over my shoulder, I walked away from them. She tried punching my back and yelled but nobody stopped me. Zac had a suggestive smile on his face while the other girl was glaring at me.

Dashing out of the club, I reached the parking and placed her in the passenger seat, locking the door. Sliding in the driving seat, I drove towards the mansion. She didn't speak a word during the whole drive, turning her back towards me and I was in no mood of a small talk either. I was burning with anger, jealousy and desire.

Stopping at the mansion gate, I unlocked her side and picking her again, I entered in.

"You are a devil, Jackson. I hate you. Now you don't have any media following us. So you can let me go now." She roared grumpily when I kicked the door behind me.

Putting her down, I assessed her face which was flushed with fury. A frown was settled on her forehead.

"Don't you dare lay your land on me, ever again.", She screamed and I swear I could see smoking coming out of her ears.

Ignoring her rants, I pulled her towards me with her waist. Her mouth hung open in surprise.

"You- you filthy son of a biscuit. How dare--", her words died in the air when my lips claimed hers in a hard, demanding kiss.

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