His weakness

Chapter Seventeen - My curiosity is getting the better of me!

Nola

The car came to a stop, and the driver announced that we had arrived. I would be glad to get out of the car to get some air. Trying to control myself around Kylan was not easy, even if I made it seem that way. Kylan opens the car door, climbing out first. 

“My lady….” He laughed, offering me his hand. 

I giggle but take it, and he helps me out. He thanks the drivers and sends him off. I turned to see where we were. Where were we? I didn’t know this place existed. It looks rather fancy and expensive.   The type of place I wouldn’t come to. Even when I was younger, I  wasn’t a huge fan of attending fancy events. 

“Where are we?” I asked, turning to Kylan. 

“It is a private club. Exclusive members-only, no one will bother us here.” 

“What if someone knows my father? Knows who I am?” I question, worried. 

“They won’t. Your father or anyone who works with or for him has nothing to do with this club. So, please don’t worry….” 

I sighed and nodded. I hoped he was right. Kylan rested his hand on the small of my back and guided us inside. My eyes went wide as we entered. It is nothing like I have ever seen before. It was stunning, very modern. The colours were black, silver and red, but it worked. 

“Mr Jonas, welcome back. Your booth is ready for you.” A beautiful brunette hostess smiles as she approaches.

I guess he comes here often since she knows who he is. 

“Is everything there I asked for?” he questioned. 

“Yes, Sir. It is a private booth, away from everyone else. We have your bottle of champagne chilling in an ice bucket, and everyone has been warned only to approach to take orders….” She answers. 

I roll my eyes. He is so damn demanding! And rude because he didn’t even thank her; instead, he only gave her a nod. I need to teach this man some manners. She leads us to our booth. 

“Thank you….” I smiled. 

She seems surprised by my politeness. I wonder if he has brought women here before, and they were as rude as Kylan. 

“Someone will be over to take your orders soon. Can I pour you both a glass of champagne?” she asked. 

I could see Kylan going to tell her, yes, but I cut him off before he had a chance and told her I would get them. Kylan didn’t look too pleased about it, but I don’t care. She nodded, smiled and headed off. 

“That is what they are paid for, Nola.” He spoke. 

“And? It doesn’t give you the right to be rude, Kylan. I can pour two glasses of champagne.” I respond, annoyed. 

“I was not rude….” He trailed off. 

“Yes, you were. It takes only a second to say please and thank you.” 

He didn’t look thrilled with how I was talking to him, but I didn’t care.

“And don’t look at me like that either,” I said with a firm tone. 

He rolls his eyes at me but doesn’t say another word. I smiled widely, and I saw his face relax, and his lips curl into a smile. 

“I swear, see when I get you alone….” He growls out. 

I smirk at him, wink and pour us both some champagne. I think my subconscious is making me behave this way. I swear I have something inside me that is screaming to get out, curious about the things Kylan could do to me if I misbehave enough. It is shocking and unlikely behaviour for me, but my curiosity is getting the better of me. 

I lift the glass to my lips, not breaking eye contact with him as I did. I pull it away from my lips and slowly run my tongue along my lower lip. I watch his eyes turn darker, and he grips onto the table. Surely, me licking my lips can’t get to him that much.

“Are you OK?” I asked innocently. 

“Yes….” He replies through gritted teeth. 

I smile at him sweetly and take another sip of my drink. I think it is best to change the subject before I get him sexually frustrated. 

“Do you come here often?” 

Even if it sounded like a pathetic chat-up line attempt, it was a general question. That was not my intention. Kylan let out a loud chuckle. I am sure he has heard that line before.

“I am here at least once or twice a month, usually when they hold poker nights.” 

“Is this the spot you use to impress the ladies?” I teased. 

“I don’t bring any ladies here. I never have. You are a first, kitten.” 

“Well, don’t I feel special.” I smiled. 

“You should!” he laughed. 

I playfully roll my eyes at him, giggling. He reaches over the table and kisses me, only for a second before retaking his seat. I saw someone approaching the table with menus in hand.

“Here are your menus. I will come back soon to take your orders.” The waiter speaks, setting them on the table.

“Thanks,” Kylan replied. 

My eyes dart to look at Kylan, shocked that he just said thank you. I think the waiter was the same, but he smiled politely and walked off. 

“Don’t look so surprised, kitten. I do have manners.” 

“You could have fooled me.” I teased. 

“Mean!” he pouted. 

I snickered, shrugged and turned my attention to the menu. He let out a small laugh and did the same. The food was expensive, but I knew it would be because of the type of place. 

“Get whatever you want, and before you even try to suggest, you aren’t paying for any of it….” he stated firmly. 

How did he know I was going to suggest that? I went to protest, but he gave me a stern look, and I knew there was no point. I get back to looking at the menu. 

“Good girl.” He said with a cheeky smile playing on his lips. 

“Good girl? Really? I am not a dog or three years old.” I huffed. 

“You are dramatic, sweetness, do you know that?” he laughed. 

I flip him off, lifting the menu to cover my face and hide from him that I was smiling. Suddenly, I feel his warm fingers on the skin of my thigh. I moan and look over the menu. Kylan was looking at me, smirking. 

“Behave!” I whispered. 

He shook his head, his fingers continuing to caress me. I swallow hard, reach under the table and swat his hand away and cross my legs. 

“You are no fun.” He complained.

“What do you want me to do, open my legs and welcome your fingers while we sit in a public place?” I questioned with a raised brow. 

“Mmm, that sounds fun, but I don’t think you are ready for that yet, kitten….” 

Yet? What does he mean by that? 

“Yet?” I asked, my breathing speeding up. 

He didn’t answer me, not with words. Instead, he gave me a seductive look, licked his lips and turned back to the menu. Does he think that is something I will eventually want to do? Get inappropriate in public places like these? I don’t know, but that is something I am not sure I could even do! It hasn’t ever crossed my mind. 

I steadied my heavy breathing and gave myself a shake. I need to distract myself. I decided what I wanted, gulped down the last of my drink and poured another. Kylan rested back on the chair with a sly look. He knows he has got under my skin, again! 

The rest of this night will be, um, interesting and different! I don’t even know what he has planned for the rest of the night!