One Night Stand With My Enemy

Chapter 5

Gwyn

This has got to be some f*****g joke, that or the universe is trying to punish me. There, in a suit that was made to fit every inch of him, showing off just how built he has gotten in the past six months since I walked out of that wedding and never looked back, is Gareth Martins. For months, thoughts of him plagued me. The feel of his lips on mine, his strong arms wrapped around me, pulling me closer to him as if he couldn't stand having anything between us. Over and over, that night has played in my head, making me wonder what it would be like to have a man touch me like that again. His touch had awakened some part of me that I never even knew had existed. For the first time in my life I had wanted someone other than Luke to touch me. I had wanted more than just the sweet kind of love I had imagined Luke would give me. I wanted unrestricted passion and undeniable chemistry. I wanted to be desired and I wanted to have the power to make a man lose control. It is why I get a thrill working here, why I didn't decide to just go do some sport or date random men. I didn't want to sit for hours and listen to a man try and woo me into liking him. I wanted a man to sit at the edge of his chair, craving me. I didn't want to pretend like I was interested in his life and what he does for a living and how good he can provide for me, none of that showed me how good he will be able to make me feel with nothing but a simple kiss.

"I paid for a lap dance, not just to have you staring at me, darling." His voice, deep and filled with lust is what gets me out of my head and back into the present. The fact that he called me darling and not Gwyneth, has me hoping that he didn't recognize me underneath the wig and all the makeup. It would make sense that he doesn't recognize me. For starters, he would never have imagined finding me in a place like this, so maybe he just thinks that I look similar to the girl he knew.

I suck in a breath and then force my body to move, force myself to pretend like I don't know him and he is just another stranger that will want me, but can't have me. He won't be allowed to touch me if I don't give him permission to do so. I can do this. f**k, even I know that is a lie. I ignore the trembling in my hands and focus on the music, swaying my hips as I try to get lost in it and for a moment I think that I can, but as soon as I come close enough to touch him, his scent pulls me back to the fact that this is the man that I hate with every fiber of my being and if he has figured out that it is me, he would've probably already told Luke that I am here and a stripper no less. You don't know that he knows, so stop worrying and get the dance over with. I give myself a little pep talk, trying to get my head in the game.

I move around the chair, tracing my hand over his shoulders while I sway my hips to the music. Gareth sits back, spreading his legs wider as if daring me to get between them. A thrill shouts through my body and I accept the challenge, moving to his front and slowly getting on my knees, my hips constantly moving, showing him what he gave up when he humiliated me, when he spilled the secret I had been holding onto for most of my life. When he ruined the only friendship I ever truly had. Instead of being afraid, I feel empowered, greedy and f*****g pissed off. The fact that I am between his legs, on my knees, doesn't make me feel weak or less, it makes me feel like I am in control, like a goddess tempting the gods. I smile when I see his hands tighten on the arm rests, his back going straighter. He is just as affected as I am, even if he doesn't realize who I am. I hear his groan over the music when I move my body up against him, rubbing myself against his hard c**k and I can't hold back my smirk even if I tried. As I move up, the gown slips off, the silk easily sliding off and landing on a puddle on the floor. Gareth sucks in a breath and I might just get addicted to the sound of it, so I try to get him to do it again. I have always loved my full breasts, but until a few months ago, I never showed off my body, too aware of the rest of me. I am not a small woman. I have curves that I used to be ashamed of, but since I walked in here four months ago, I have come to love every inch of my body, and learned to use it to make men drool to get a taste. I no longer felt the need to hide behind layers of clothes that were far too big for me, but not anymore. I look up at Gareth, my eyes locking on to his as he looks down at me and I am shocked at the hunger I see there, but also the pure hatred. I start to move away, knowing there is no way that he doesn't know that it is me, but before I can even move an inch, he wraps his arm around my waist, lifting me up and pulling me to him. His other hand rips off my wig and I know that it is all over. By tomorrow morning, Luke will know what I have become and I know I shouldn't care, but that innocent little girl inside of me is still worried that he will hate me, even if I haven't spoken to him in months. Not since his wedding.

"Did you really think that I wouldn't find you?" Gareth growls in my ear and even though I know he is upset, my body doesn't seem to get the message, because instead of feeling scared like I know I should, my body is pulsing with so much need that I can't help but lean into him. "What a f*****g slut you have become. Standing here on your knees in front of me. Tell me, do you do this often with other men?" He asks and my mind finally overrules my body's needs.

"f**k you." I say as I start to push away from him, but his hand grips my hair, pulling my head back so that I am looking him right in the eyes. "You have no right to touch me. I am the one in control here, not you." I tell him and the fucker laughs.

"You have no control here, Gwyneth. You never had control." He says and I have had enough. I lift myself up, getting off my knees and lifting my leg, ready to put my knee on his f*****g balls, but he knows what I am planning and quickly clamps his legs against mine, making it impossible for me to move enough to do what I had planned. "I never knew you were such a slut. If I knew you liked throwing yourself at men, I never would've kissed you." He says and I snap, rage so pure that I can't see past it, overtakes me.

"You f*****g asshole!" I shout at him, but my rage doesn't even phase him. I thrash my body and Gareth groans again. I realize that as I am trying to get away from him, I am rubbing against his hard on and my body and mind goes to war. It is f****d up that this is turning me on, that feeling him hard against me is even making me hesitated.

"Stop f*****g moving or I will enjoy taking what you so are offering." He says and I stop fighting all together.

"What I am offering? All you paid for is a show. My body was never on the table and it never will be. You lost your chance when you stole my first kiss and then humiliated me in front of a room full of family and friends. You lost whatever chance you had when you said the only reason you were kissing me in the first place was because you had too much to drink. Tell me, did you have too much to drink tonight? Is that why you are so f*****g hard and desperate that you went as far as paying two grand just to have me dance for you?" I ask him, my rage slowly fading and turning into something far more dangerous. I know he didn't have too much to drink because I can't smell a lick of alcohol on him. No, his breath smells like mint and a bit of something that I can't really place, nut there is no alcohol on his breath, so I know that he is hard purely because he is a man, craving a woman and that woman just turns out to be me.