The Spare Girl [M/F/F]

Chapter 3

I let out the breath stuck in my lungs. Still lost in the parrel of the scene playing before me, I turned, forcing my feet to take me out to the red hallway. The door slammed shut behind me. I could breathe again. The air rushed into my lungs. I bent over, gasping as I tried to find myself once more. With eyes wide, I still couldn’t believe what I’d stumbled upon. I should have known that I was going to see something I wouldn’t be able to forget so easily. But I was naive to think that it wouldn’t happen.

The red hallway hadn’t change. The red light flooded every corner and now that I wasn’t focused on finding Mel, I could see that there were two other doors beside my own. After seeing Mel and the man behind this door, I didn’t want to find out what was behind the other ones.

I took another gulp of air and pushed away from the door. I stumbled my way out from the red hallway and back into the loud club. Mel could drive home by herself. I was an adult. I’m sure it wouldn’t be hard for me to find a cab or walk home without Mel’s help. She’d probably strand me here just to make a point that I relied on her too much anyway.

That was the trade-off for her partyness. Though I was responsible, I was afraid to do anything that involved talking to another person who I didn’t already know. Awkward as it might be, I hadn’t had trouble in the 21 years I’d lived on this earth.

I hope this wouldn’t be the day that everything went to s**t.

With my head reeling, I tried to find my way back to our table. Our drinks were still there, unbothered by the others in the club. They were too busy either f*****g or trying to find someone to f**k. My head was pounding. I pressed my hand to my head and sat down in the seat. My stomach tossed with sickness after downing that drink. I was surprised I hadn’t passed out already. But my mind was drifting from the look on Mel’s face, the lust in the man’s eyes, and the people grinding on the dance floor. I wanted to get out of here, to disappear into the wall, but there were invisible weights keeping me hooked at this table.

The music had turned from annoying to unbearable. And my thoughts kept returning to the scene I thought I’d left behind. It followed me here and I just couldn’t get my thoughts to leave it alone.

I didn’t have time to wallow. From the crowd of dancers, a man walked toward the table. It took me a moment to recognize him, but when I did, I felt my heart plummet to the bottom of my stomach.

There was no time for me to come up with any words or to storm away from my seat. He was there, in front of me, before I could close my mouth from the shock. A sly smile drifted over his face and he slid into the seat opposite of me.

He was sitting where Melanie should have been.

The observation seemed so stupid compared to who exactly this man was. It only proved how fried my brain was. This man—he was the one who’d been with Mel in that room.

The club was still too dark to make out his features clearly, but from the lights that shone a few seconds at a time, fading in and out like a strobe light, I could make an educated guess. His hair was cut short, but long enough to cover the tops of his ears and sweep across his forehead. The dark brown strands made his green eyes stand out more. He was older than I’d thought he was. Maybe in his early thirties.

It didn’t surprise me that Mel had gone for someone quite older than us. Age wasn’t a boundary for her.

He leaned over the table, his smile broadening as his eyes drifted down to my chest. I pulled back and crossed my arms. It was just a glance. I’d been doing the same. Checking him out, but when the gaze was directed towards me, it made my skin crawl in an uncomfortable way. He’d just been with Melanie and now he was here, eyeing me up like I was going to become his next target. I didn’t know what to make of it or if I should feel offended. But there was a heat pooling in my abdomen. The heat spreading down between my legs. I squeezed my thighs when the heat became too much to bear.

He held out his hand. His smile was turning into more of a smirk the more I looked at him. I looked down at his offered hand but didn't take it. I didn't trust myself to do it without making a fool of myself.

Or accidentally cumming in my pants. With how much I was turned on by the sight of him and the memories of him on his knees with his mouth on Mel’s p***y, I wouldn't put it past me at this point.

He pulled his hand back. His smile didn’t falter. “I’m sorry we met under these circumstances.”

He could have been yelling and I wouldn’t have noticed. My eyes were drawn to his full lips and then to the stumble along his jaw. When they flickered back to meet his, he was watching me with an intense gaze. He knew what he was doing.

I look down at the table and then stood up. Before I could leave the table, he’d put his arm across tabletop. He wasn’t touching me, but his fingertips were just an inch away from ghosting across my wrist. The heat coming from his body was just my imagination. I wouldn’t be able to feel that not even if the club was empty and silent.

“I’m Nathan,” he says.

I frown.

His smile pulls to the side, teeth gleaming in the dim lit club. “But I go by Nate.”

He stands up and I don’t know why I don’t turn now, but it’s too late. “Can I buy you—”

“I was just leaving,” I say in a rushed breath. His grip has loosened from my hand, but I haven’t moved an inch. I haven’t even tried to break away from his hold, to disappear into the ground. His fingers are burning into my skin. I can imagine them vividly trailing across my hot skin.

There’s a fleeting thought that I shouldn’t be here. That I don’t belong, but my feet are glued to this spot. Under his gaze, this guy Nate who’d left my best friend Melanie to follow me for some reason, I’m a small ant trapped. I’m torn on whether I want Mel to rescue me from this awkward situation or if I want to be left alone. Selfish or just f****d up in the head, I can’t figure out which of the two reasons are more accurate.

“You’re curious,” he says.

My heart feels like it’s being torn from my chest. I open my mouth to say something, but the words get lost in the noise. The music in the club is getting louder and Nate’s eyes are piercing into me.

I give a nervous laugh, shaking my head. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Mel crosses my mind. She’s probably still in that back room. The image of her backed against the wall, her dress pulled up, exposing her soft thighs and taut belly flashes through my head. And there’s this guy, who’d been with her.

“There’s nothing wrong.” His smile is gone. It’s replaced with seriousness. “She’s knows I’m here if that’s what you’re worried about.”

My brows furrow. “She knows?”

The smile is back. “Why don’t you see for yourself?”

He grabs my arm, softer this time, and I don’t jerk away like I expect my body to. There’s something about him. He’s commanding without all the forcefulness. I’ve never been around someone who’d could admit radiance and obedience like it was infectious. On surface level, it frightened me, made me want to follow him only because I didn’t want to face consequences if I didn’t, but deeper down, my body itched to turn away from him. There was the need to rebel. To be the one commanding instead of being ordered around.

His words don’t make sense to me until we’re already heading down the hallway. The sea of bodies have disappeared from my attention, no longer an issue when his hand is burning into my arm. And then, Melanie’s face appears once more in my mind. I have no idea why I’m doing this or whether I want to, but I’m already there, standing in front of the door where Mel is. My heart is racing, sweat is beading on my forehead, and there’s a nauseous feeling rising in my stomach.

We're standing in the red hallway where I can see the door. The feeling rising within me pleads for me to turn away from it, to run as fast as I can, but there's another part of me, darker than all my other thoughts, that wants to know what is waiting for me on the otherside. Mel will be there, I know that for sure. This had been all her idea. Coming here to the Red Emblem. Getting drunk and then making us fall into this pit of confusion. I don't know how to get out of it.

Nate's hand trails down my arm and into the inside of my palm. His fingers trace back up and around my shoulders. They stop at the back of my neck. They burn my skin, marking me as one of his victims. I don't know if it's the alcohol or the loud music, but he's all around me. This had been Mel's fault. She'd brought us here and then had come onto me. When I'd turned her down, she'd gone for someone else. Nate had been there to replace me.

But it was my fault for staying. I had made the decision to go to the back room, to chase this curious feeling that had been plaguing my mind.

My racing heart couldn't be stopped. The breath caught in my throat as we finally stood in front of the door. I still didn't know what I should expect. I knew that I shouldn't be here. Just moments before I'd seen Mel in her most vulnerable form. And why had Nate really chased me down? Was it really Mel calling the shots? Because I couldn't imagine a man like Nate letting Mel tell him what to do.

I look away from the door. He's staring at me. Not at the door, not anything else, but me. A shock jolts down my spine. My body tingles from the way his eyes roam over my face and down my body.

I hate how my body reacts and the way his eyes eat me up.

Just like he'd been eating Mel.

The music is coursing through my veins. My body temperature is building and I can feel the last of my strength drain out from my sweating pores. He’s still here even when I want him to disappear. Maybe if I woke up in the morning I would think this was all a dream. Or a f****d up nightmare.

His hand pressed lightly to the nape of my neck. His free hand grabs the doorknob.

I’m not ready for this. I don’t think I ever would be.

But as the door swung open, for the second time tonight, my breath was knocked out again.

Melanie sat upon the desk I hadn’t noticed had been there. She leaned back gracefully, supported by her arms. The black fitted dress showed off her naked chest. The straps fell down her arms and the v-neck of the dress revealed the curves of her breasts. She shook her head, pulling her long blond hair away from her shoulders so her body was shown off more. A smile pulled at her red lips as she spread her legs.

My hands tightened into fists when I looked down below. She’d been tempting me, knowing that I wouldn’t be able to ignore the gesture. She wanted me to see what was between her thighs. She knew I wouldn’t run once I did.

She wore nothing beneath. Her thong must be somewhere in this room, but I didn’t care much to take my eyes off her soft dark pink flesh. She was wet, dripping from Nate’s fingers and tongue working her up to a close climax. It winked at me.

I took a deep gulp of air. My heart plummeted to the pit of my stomach. I tried to step back, but I was stopped by Nate’s strong arm. He wrapped his arm around my waist, grounding me. I struggled against his hold.

“I know that look,” he said. “We both know what you want.”

I couldn’t be damned to think about what I wanted. All I could think about was how wrong this was. How this would come back to bite us in the ass if I let my feelings for my best friend go beyond what was normal.