Huh, of all the nerve. Is he kidding? “And it’s any of your business who I talk to?”
He folds his arms angrily in front of him and narrows his eyes but doesn’t answer.
“Excuse me.” I go to walk around him. “I’m going to the bathroom.”
He steps to the side to let me pass and I am really getting infuriated with his attitude. I have to have the last word so I fake a smile. “Do you still want my ring?” I ask sweetly.
He steps forward, forcing me to step back until my back is up against the wall.
He towers over me and bends down to whisper in my ear. I feel his breath on my neck and the heat of his large body up against mine causes goose bumps to scatter up my arms.
“Oh, I still want it,” he whispers, His lips dust the edge of my lobe before he purposely blows into my ear as he speaks. “In more ways than one.” He licks his lips for effect and I get tingles all the way down to my stomach.
Dear, God, I feel myself go weak. My eyes search his and I frown. Is he being sarcastic? My eyes instinctively flutter to his lips. Is he going to kiss me?
His dark eyes hold mine when I look back up at him.
Kiss me.
His eyes drop to my lips and then back up to my eyes.
Kiss me, damn it.
He steps back and my heart falls.
His eyes hold mine. “Goodbye, Emmaline.”
I open my mouth to tell him that that isn’t my name but before I can he is striding toward the exit.
I stand dumfounded on the spot as I watch him disappear down the corridor.
Holy shit. Mr. Star is hot.
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For the rest of the night I am totally distracted with thoughts of that divine creature. That deep voice. That dreamy smell. That bloody hot arrogance. He left not long after I saw him near the bathroom. Now it’s 4.00 am and Brielle and I are on our way to the cab rank on our own. The boys left a couple of hours ago with the American girls, leaving us to dance up a storm for the rest of the night. The streets are full of people on their way home from their night out and the sound of drunken laughter echoes all around.
“It’s freezing.” Brielle shivers as she wraps her coat around her. “If you guys were gentlemen you would give us the first cab,” she murmurs to the group of guys in front of us.
“The only way you are having my cab is if you are coming home with me and you plan on sucking my dick to thank me,” the smart ass in front replies.
“Dream on, loser!” Brielle snaps. “I would bite the fucking thing off.”
I smirk as I search Facebook for the fifteenth time tonight, typing in his name, once again.
Star
Nothing comes up. I got nothing. My stalking skills are totally shit.
Who are you?
I hate that I can’t find him. I must be typing in the wrong name, I wish I could remember how it was spelt.
A group of men are walking down the road toward the cab rank and as they draw closer, I see a familiar tall figure among them. That’s when I see that the second man on the right is him. My heart starts to beat in excitement. Oh, I need to get a grip. This is beyond pale. He’s a pig, remember, you fool? His eyes meet mine, never breaking contact as he stares at me while the group walks past us. My eyes follow him as he crosses the street to walk off in the other direction. Deflation fills me. It figures. Of course he doesn’t even want to talk to me.
Star stops mid-step for a moment, his back to me, pausing as if thinking, and I find myself holding my breath. What is he doing?
Then, suddenly, he turns and walks back to the cab rank, coming right up to me, and I stop breathing completely.
He takes my face in his hands and kisses me, all suction all domination, and I feel as though my feet are about to lift off the ground.
The other people all lined up in the cab line start to cheer at his bold move.
The earth stops and he kisses me again, gently sliding his tongue between my lips.
He pulls back and looks at me, then turns and walks away without saying a single word.
I stand frozen on the spot as I watch him turn the corner, disappearing into the darkness.
“What the hell was that?” Brielle whispers.
I shake my head. I have no words; nothing that makes sense anyway.
“He can’t just kiss you when he feels like it and then walk away. What an arrogant twat,” she whispers, outraged.
I smile at the darkness that he disappeared into.
“Apparently, he can,” I smirk.
“What are you smiling at?” Brielle frowns.
I raise my fingertips and run them over my buzzing lips. Did that really just happen?
“The man can kiss,” I whisper through my smile. “The man can definitely kiss.”
Chapter 4
I stand behind her watching as she brushes her hair in the mirror. She places the hairbrush down onto the dresser and carefully braids her hair in preparation for bed. She’s happy, so happy. The smile is beaming from her face and it’s as if I can feel it. A huge smile crosses my face. Oh, it’s a good day for her.
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Why? Why is she so happy?
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Do I know why?
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