Chapter 4:Heated
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Anita's Point Of View
I could feel my clothes burn off my body because of their heated gaze. I pick my lips bringing the drink to my mouth not breaking our stare.
“Anita you good?” Emma asked looking at me puzzledly
“Yeah. Of course I am. Why do you ask?”
“I've been calling you for a while and you haven't answered me.”
“Oh. The drink's just too good. The tequila's getting to me.”
“You're lying.” Emma said smiling.
“No I'm not.”
“Yes you are. Your nose is twitching.”
I giggle nervously while talking another gulp of my drink.
“Who are you checking out?” She said looking at the VIP section noticing the hot male stares that were on me.
“Oh my goodness.” She said turning to them then back at me.
“What?”
“You don't know them?”
“Should I?”
“Those are the CEOs of the multi millionaire company, Pomodoro and the hottest men alive in Los Angeles and they're staring at you. I mean they're all staring at you.” She said looking at them again and back at me.
“You're bluffing.” I said with a laugh downing the remnant of my drink.
“I wish. My hot best friend caught the eye of the hottest men in LA. Biggest win ever.” She said with a sing-song voice.
“Please.”
“There are rumors that they're gay though. There's never any women around them and any scandal does as it is formed.”
I look back up at them wondering whether the rumors are true when one smirks at me. My cheeks reddened and I immediately averted my eyes.
“Let's dance.” I said feeling the tequila in my veins.
I pull Emma from the barstool dragging her to the dance floor.
We begin writhing our bodies moving with the beat of the music.
I look up still feeling the brooding stares on every part of my body. I decided to give them a bit of a show before I go home.
I begin to twist my waist as the DJ begins to play a sensual jam. I grind on Emma as I look up at the VIP section biting my lip slowly.
I'm twisting and rubbing my hands through my curves.
Emma is looking at me in surprise as she matches my energy.
I look up at the VIP section seeing no one again.
I turn back feeling a presence at my back.
It's one of the hot men. We begin to dance as I see another rin front of me. I alternate as we move our bodies to the beat of the music.
The other two join as I feel clustered and so small in the midst of them but I don't feel scared but strangely turned on.
We began to dance together. Their hands rubbing over my curves and through my hair.
“What's your name?”
“Why should I tell you?” I said feeling a bit bold because of the tequila.
“Even though you don't tell us, we're still going to find out by ourselves.”
“Stalkers?” I said, throwing my head back with a laugh.
“That's a bit too harsh. Interested men is a much better term.” One said with a smile.
“Do you still think we're gay?”Another asked.
“Huh?”
“I said, do you still think we're gay? You seemed really interested in the rumor your friend was telling you.”
“I don't think it matters.”
“I can make you think otherwise.” Another said.
I put my face in one's neck inhaling deeply.
“You smell so nice. You smell powerful even.” I said giggling, fully drunk.
I feel his body stiffen as he looks at me surprised.
“Nita, are you there?” I hear Emma's anxious voice calling.
“I got to run boys. This was a very very fun time.” I said, running my hands down one's chest.
I move away from them, turning back to give a wink.
I walk almost falling down on my face. I grasp Emma from behind laughing loudly.
“Oh there you are. You've had enough drinks. Let's head home.” She said leaning my weight on her.
We stopped a taxi going towards our area and headed down to our apartment.
Jace’s Point of View
I really can't believe what just happened. Did she just lead us on and leave? My wolf is growling to claim her as ours immediately. I felt it since we met her at the restaurant. She was ours.
“She has me eating out the palm of her hand.” Scott said, whistling.
“You can say that again.”
We moved back to the VIP section sitting and drinking.
“Do you think she knows what we are?” Lucas asked, swishing his drink.
“I don't think so and I don't care. She's ours.” I said.
Anita's Point Of View
My head is banging as I wake up. The lights are too harsh and the tequila with my morning breath tastes disgusting.
I rose up from my bed taking some steps forward without feeling dizzy.
I'm hearing some music from the living room. It must be Emma and breakfast.
I move to her corner of the room, ignoring my hangover and splitting headache.
I move to Emma's laptop typing on the keyboard.
I avoid viewing the tabloids because of Dune and Shelenda. The hurt of what they did still lingers in me. I noticed my hand tightening on the mouse and I instantly released it.
I search for Pomodoro and I see the hot men from the restaurant and various news about them.
I'm seeing pictures, scandals. They're even on the Forbes list.
I close Emma's laptop moving to the kitchen.
“Good Morning sleepyhead.” She said, passing me a cup of water and Advil.
“My head hurts.”
“Yeah. Not s**t Sherlock. You were wasted yesterday. You even woke up earlier than I expected.”
“Yesterday what happened yes-”
My mind instantly flashes to the events of last night. Each one passes through like a slideshow.
“Oh shit.”
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