Getting Wild With The Enemy

Chapter 2.

GETTING WILD WITH THE ENEMY.

Chapter 2.

Authors pov.

Rachel walked back to the parking lot and slid into her car, hitting her hands hard on the steering and falling back to the chair, her heart stinging with so much pain.

She threw her head backward, heaving so many sighs before igniting the car and hitting the road.

Rachel pulled into the compound of their mansion and parked at the parking lot. Alighted and walked in sadly through the entrance door.

Her heart missed a beat as she walked in to meet her father seating on the golden three-seater, directly opposite the entrance door, with a magazine in his hand, and his left leg, over the right.

Losing the contract was a disaster, already, but meeting her father while walking in was the greatest disaster, but she knew she had to get this done with, sooner or later.

“Good afternoon, Dad. I am back.” she was more than grateful that she didn't shake, but her heart was shaken and she could swear that she looked really pale already.

“Welcome back.” he raise his gaze up from the magazine, which was still firmly held by his two hands.

The look she had told him they lost the contract, but he refused to believe that he lost to Lewis again.

“Did you get the contract.” strict voice sure goes well with a hard face and it got Rachel trembling.

Rachel felt her heart miss a beat, her legs weakening and her hands quite shaky. She knew how important the contract is to her father, and she still didn't want to believe that she lost what was dear to her father and what she had sleepless nights over to Lewis's company.

“I am sorry Father, but we lost the...” Her words were suddenly caught shot by her father's angry-filled voice.

“How could you lose such an important contract, Rachele!” she felt her entire body stiffness as the thunderous voice of her father dominated the air.

“I.. I.. Am sorry Father, but...”

“But you were so lazy and you couldn't even handle a single contract, how can I even trust you with my entire company if you can't handle just a single contract.” her heart pierced deeply as tho a dagger was thrust hard into her chest. Tears burnt the back of her eyes as she watch her father's angry look. She felt bad, bad that she didn't bring the trophy home, but she felt utterly bad that her father already sees her as a complete failure just because of a contract.

“I tried, Dad. I tried my best to see that I get us the contract.” her voice was utterly calm, yet they blurted out so much pain, tears burning the bream of her eyes.

“What brings failure to us, should not be called best, you did nothing, you are so weak!” he roared out, calling the attention of Rachele’s mum, who was now descending the stairs,

With teary eyes, Rachel stormed out, through the exit door, her hands covering her mouth, ignoring the calls from her mother.

She hopped into her car, and hit the accelerator, pulling out of the compound at a very high speed, tears streaming down her cheeks.

Rachele parked her car at the front of the bobbling club, which was just a few meters away from her home. After parking her car in the lot, she walked in with only one goal, to drink and forget all the hurt she was feeling.

She walked in majestically, making her way through the little crowd that was in the hallway, her unique aura earning her a substantial amount of glare.

Successfully, she sat directly opposite the bar attendant and dropped her bag on the table.

Her hands rolled her hair softly to the back.

“Two shots of Tequila Sunrise, please.”

“That's pretty hot for a lady.” the bartender smiled, but Rachel was quick to wave him off with her expressionless face.

He walked back and returned with the bottles and Rachele paid him off before settling for what she ordered.

Will was sitting with his friend Bryan when Rachel walked in.

His eyes caught her as she walked in majestically, all dressed in red, her curvy shape, threatening to rip the cloth off her body, a sassy swing of her hips, and her long brown hair that framed her delicate face perfectly, cascading down her back. A perfect portrait.

Her pale complexion was marred only by a few small freckles, which he found adorable. They complimented her hazel eyes perfectly. Rachel's beauty made his heart beat a little bit faster. Will allowed his eyes to travel with her, till she found a spot to seat.

He liked the way she walked into the club majestically like a queen .

His lips curled up in a smirk, as his mind went wild for a while. The thought of having her ass on his hands lingering in his head.

“What have you been staring at? You seem engrossed.”Bryan inquires, jolting him out of his mischievous imagination. Bryan is Will’s most trusted friend, and they've been together since high school.

“A lady in red,” he replies, and a light smile secured the bream of his lips as he glared at her from his point.

Bryan shrugged as all efforts to get a glimpse of the lady seemed abortive.

Will took a sip from the wine on the table before patting Bryan on the kneel.

“I will be right back.”

“Where are you going to, jerk?”

“To the lady in red.” he winked mischievously at Bryan and began making his way to Rachel ignoring the series of calls, from Bryan.

Walking his way through the crowd is the Ceo of the Lewis company, 6,4 tall, well-built, with broad shoulders, and a masculine arm. He has a sharp jaw, grey eyes, and long raven black hair pulled into a braid that cascaded down his back, his skin had taken on a slightly golden gentle glow, and he has pink heart lips that complemented the gentle glow of his skin.

Few people in the club turn to stare at him as he walked through the crowd majestically, his hands fitting perfectly into his pocket.

The way he carried himself, all confidence in the way he walks made his presence so commanding as if he owns the world itself.

The Ceo looked like he is an experienced fighter who could probably take a few more hits than everyone else around him without flinching.

He is dressed smartly in white linen trousers and a jacket, with a deep red buttoned vest and a matching silk shirt.

After making his way through the crowd he sat next to Rachel, his hand on the table, while he signaled the bartender.

“A shot of Tequilla sunrise, please.” He said softly.

The bartender nodded and made a note in his book.

Will turned to Rachele, his eyes couldn't help but steal glances at the slit that granted his eyes access to view her not to expose cleavage, with flesh, but more curves than he had ever seen and a small waist that was just perfect for him to grab onto.

He could feel his breath leave him at the thought of actually reaching out and grabbing her waist. But the thing is, he can't touch her. Not without her permission.

He breathed out frustratingly at how a stranger was giving him so many worries.

“Hey pretty, can I join you?” his voice came out softly and they captivated Rachels's ear.

She raised her gaze slowly to meet his and her breath hitched as hazel eyes met with grey eyes. her breath hitched In her throat as she looked all over the well, built masculine 6’4, broad-shoulder guy with a soft voice, yet a commanding aura. She gulps down the lumps that her throat suddenly developed.

“Sure.” she batted her lashes, and Will let a smile before dragging out the chair and sitting right opposite her.

It was clear to him that she was extremely drunk.

Silence fell in for some seconds and the bartender brought his tequila sunrise, he paid the bartender off, before taking a gentle sip of it.

The awkward silence was eating Rachel up, even in her drunk state, she could tell that his eyes were all over her body.

Will leaned into the chair, comfortable, his eyes adoring her thin waist.

“What is a pretty lady like you doing here at the club?” he broke the awkward silence and Rachel rouse her gaze up, a grin dancing at the corner of her lips.

“Obviously, pretty ladies come to the club to drink, and dance,” she replies and Will smiles.

“Do you care for a dance?” he cut her off, almost immediately and she nods crazily like tho she has been waiting for the opportunity.

He let out a snitch smile, then stood up from the chair, walking over to her, his hands gripping her waist, her right hand was placed on his chest, while the other was in his hand, as he lead her to the dance floor.

They slowly whine to the rhythm of the music, till Rachel’s hot hippo song came in, and she started dancing and winging her waist hard to the song, all self-control lost.

He was amazed at the sway of her hips, and how the sway in her steps mirrored the beat of the song.

They were moving along the rhythm now, and she let herself be carried away by the music, letting her mind wander to things that weren't about their current situation.

His hands were firmly holding hers, and she let him guide her to the beat and the pace, which he knew very well what he wanted, while Rachel was too busy thinking about how her hands felt in his.

He spun her around, but this time she stopped the moment when her ass was facing his d**k, she lowered her back, pushing her ass upward she began to swag her ass against his d**k that was still concealed under his trouser, while she twerked her ass hard against his clothed d**k.

For a moment, Will was amused at the sudden change of dance step, but what amuses him the most, is how he began to have a bulge, just from her, rocking her ass against his d**k.

Will grumbled slightly at how well her ass was moving against his d**k. Both hands gripped her waist, as she kept rocking her ass against his d**k in Rythem to the song.

Rachel felt like something was totally wrong, perhaps it is the way she feels so comfortable rocking her ass against the d**k of a stranger. But whatever it is that was not making her comfortable, was definitely not the feeling she was getting. The pleasurable feeling of lust forbids her to stop.

His grip became tighter around her wrists and the movement she was doing began to escalate in tempo. Her brown hair falls back and covers her ass.

Wills' left hand found its way to her hair, tossing them away, and letting them fall to her side, so he could see clearly how her soft ass bobbled against his d**k.

He grinned harder, this time the thought of having her in this position ringing in his head when the song suddenly went off, ripping off the pleasurable moment.

He pulled her up from the position and spun her to face him, his hands, holding his favorite spot on her body, her waist.

He let out a seductive smile and her face flushed slightly from the exertion of having to dance with him all through, tho she didn’t like the way the song ruined the precious imagination she was having in her head and she was not satisfied, she could feel loads of heat pulling down her thighs, and her pants were already as wet a river, from grinding his d**k so hard. She couldn't let that wetness go to waste.

She knew this was a bit forbidden to want more than just a dance from a stranger, but this forbidden act seem to bring her unfathomable pleasure.

Will stared deeply into her eyes, and the talks in her eyes couldn't be misinterpreted.

“Do you care for a room?” his soft voice sent another pleasurable chill down her spine and she let her eyes lock against his, her eyes giving him the perfect answer.

He pulled her up, like she was nothing more than a clothe, and wrapped her legs around his waist, her skinny cloth, curling up to her ass.

His hands gripped the cloth, taming it in place. while he smashed his lips roughly against hers.