His weakness

What are you doing here?

Jena

My nerves are fried! I have gone through every bit of clothing that I have and nothing feels right for a night out. Or maybe it is just not suitable for this night out. I stand in front of my bed where every bit of clothing that I own is thrown and I stare at it as if it will magically put together an outfit that I can wear tonight. f**k, not even my underwear feels right on me and it is my favorite red lace set. I don’t know why I am so nervous. I mean it is just Melody that I am going out with, not John. Dear lord, I hope she didn’t tell him about seeing me in the graveyard, or the fact that I was standing in front of a nameless grave. That will just make him want to ask questions, though I doubt he will even bother to ask them, seeing as he hasn’t even tried to be a little bit civilized when we are in the same room.

A knock on my door makes me groan, but I know I can’t ignore it, Melody will probably just keep knocking on my door until I open. I quickly put on my nightgown, hoping that she would be able to help me choose something to wear to whatever club she is dragging me to. Another knock sounds at my door, this time harder and much more aggressive, so I run to the door and rip it open, but instead of finding Melody there, I come face to face with John. What the hell?

“What are you doing here?” I asked him, my heart pounding away in my chest. John shoulders his way into my house and it takes everything in me to not look around my apartment to see if there is anything out of place.

“My sister is running late.” He says, as if that explains what HE is doing here.

“I am going to ask again, what are you doing here?” I asked, but he takes his time to answer, instead looking around my apartment. There isn’t much to see. I have made a point to keep nothing personal in my living room, not that I have many personal things. My life isn’t really filled with memories that I would like to hold on to, not since I left that night.

“Mel asked me to get you. We don’t let her go out without someone being there to check on her.” He says when he finally turns to look at me. Damn, this man is breathtaking. His hair is gelled to look messy but in a sexy kind of way, his dark eyelashes making his ocean blue eyes stand out. He has on a button up light blue shirt that fits the color of his eyes, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His jeans are a dark blue, molded to his muscular thighs. His white sneakers completing the package. His dark tattoos stand out against the light shirt and I want to trace the line of every tattoo with my fingers. I want to know the story behind every tattoo that he has, but I know I will never get that chance.

“I can drive myself, she just needs to send me the address.” I tell him, wrapping my gown tighter around my body. "And I think it is ridiculous that you babysit your sister like that. She is a grown woman now. Besides, I can look after her tonight." I tell him, moving towards the door to open it for him, ready to kick him out of my apartment. I need to breathe and I can't do that with him invading my space like this.

"My sister was afraid you would abandon her if someone didn't come to pick you up." He says and I feel my fury picking up.

"I wouldn't abandon her." I tell him, my shoulders going stiff.

"You already did that once, can't blame her for wanting to make sure you don't do it again." He says and it feels like he stabbed me. Of course Melody would be worried I don't show up. "And as for taking care of my sister, I wouldn't even trust you with the life of a puppy, much less that of my sister." He says and then he makes his way to the door. "Now hurry the hell up." He growls and then walks out my apartment. I watch him get in his car, slamming the door. He glares at me through the window but he doesn't start his car to drive off, instead he waits for me.

I quickly run to my room, grabbing the first dress I can get my hands on, which is a red dress that basically just covers the essentials, leaving very little to the imagination. A part of me want to strip it off and grab something else, but I hear the car horn blaring and I know he won't stay there waiting for me much longer. I grab my black heels and then run out the door, my small purse with my phone and wallet in my hands. Luckily I did my hair and make up before I started looking for something to wear or I would be sitting with an even more pissed off John for the rest of the night.

I quickly get in the passenger seat and pull my seatbelt over me, securing it before I even dare look at John and see his reaction, but I have nothing to fear, because he doesn't even spare me a glance, just puts the car in drive and then backs out of the parking area. My palms sweat, but I refuse to fiddle with my hands or rub them on my dress, refuse to show him that he is getting to me. What he said inside, telling me that he doesn't trust me with the life of a puppy, much less his sister? That had hurt, but not as much as knowing that he has every right to not trust me with a life.

"Don't mess this night up for my sister. If I had it my way, she wouldn't even have known that you are back, much less talking to you." John says just as we pull into the parking of a club that has a line reaching all the way around the block. I decide to not comment on his warning, instead, I wait for the car to stop and then I get out. "What the f**k are you wearing?" John growls, suddenly standing in front of me.

"A dress." I tell him, stating the obvious.

"That is a f*****g top, one that should be on a stripper." He says, his hands clenching at his sides.

"Well then, seems like at least one guy will be getting to see my ass tonight." I tell him, walking around him on my six inch heels, aiming right for the door. I know whos club this is and I know with John behind me, they will let me in, no questions asked. I make sure to throw a little sway in my hips, feeling John's eyes burn a hole in my back. Take that asshole.

The bouncer takes one look at me, not even looking behind me at John and opens the door for me. He gives me a wink and tells me to have a good evening and I smile politely at him before walking in. The place looks huge on the inside, tables and booths spread out all over the place, enough space between them to give you the elusion of privacy. Everything is red and black, sexy and sleek. It smells like rich people in here. To the back of the club is a dance floor, already filled with sweaty bodies rubbing against each other.

Right next to the dance floor, Melody is waving at me from a table and I plaster a smile on my face, pretending that John isn't right behind me. This night is about her and I will be damned if I allow a man to ruin it.