13. Complications + Cognac

Part 2/2 of this double update. If you haven't read the first part, go back & read chapter 12!

A few hours and several cognacs later, I can't even remember what day it is. A group of us had dragged people into the Solis's living room to start a dance party, and it seemed to be a hit. Soon, most of the partygoers were dancing on the couches and tables, spilling their drinks on themselves, each other, the floor and generally not giving a fuck. It was great.

All the bullshit happening in my life seemed small and far away, and the music thumping through my veins had completely taken me over.

Even though I'm dancing by myself, I feel so fucking free and alive. I've probably danced with most of the guys and girls in the senior class over the past two hours and I don't plan on stopping any time soon - turns out, drunk dancing is one of the greatest stress relievers.

As the song comes to an end, it's replaced by "Do I Wanna Know?" by The Arctic Monkeys, a slower tempo that would be perfect for dancing with a partner.

I see Jayce standing near the edge of the room talking to a girl that's hardcore flirting with him and remember that I had promised him a dance.

"You overwhelm me, Fallon Rhodes."

That's what he had said to me right before he basically told me that I make him just as crazy as he makes me. The problem is, he's still a player. And the whole thing with our parents. And the fact that he'd be purely, 100 percent, a distraction from what I want for my future.

You know what? Fuck it. Fucking fuck it. I'm too drunk to think logically right now, but I'll let myself have one dance.

I want him. No denying that, so here's my one and only chance to act on it.

One dance with Jayce Solis.

What's the worst that could happen? A dance isn't complicated.

I stare at his beautiful physique until he looks up at me. Our eyes connect and I raise my finger, beckoning him towards me and lightly biting my lower lip.

He makes his way through the crowd, his eyes never leaving mine.

"What's up?" He asks as he reaches me, looking as amazing as ever.

"Danceee with meee?" I slur and smile up at him.

He smirks down at me. "If you insist."

My heart is racing faster than ever as we move closer and begin swaying to the beat. It's not long before my ass finds its way to his front as his hands find their way to my waist.

I begin to circle my hips against Jayce as he grabs at my hips and waist, gripping me roughly and moving his hips in sync with mine. I roll painfully slowly against him, heat erupting all over my skin and I notice his breathing is beginning to sound labored. I roll up and press my back flush against Jayce's rock solid chest and slowly bring my hands up and over my shoulders, to caress his neck as his hot hands encircle my waist.

I let myself move freely, my arms raising above my head as I dance on him. I spin around to face him and position myself so I have one leg on either side of his left leg. I slowly begin rolling my hips against his front, letting my hands move up his chest and latch around the back of his neck as I grind against him to the beat. Our foreheads rest against each other and our breathing becomes more ragged and uneven.

I look up at Jayce - his lips are slightly parted and his fiery, erotic eyes continue to drill into mine as the heat in my stomach blazes violently and I keep moving to amp up the heat.

Jayce looks down at our fronts as they sensually rub together and he bites his lower lip, his eyes traveling up my torso so slowly that by the time his eyes meet mine again, they're brimming with an insane amount of lust and need.

He moves his hips in perfect rhythm with mine while his hands firmly grip my waist. I roll my whole body against him as his hands move down my back, doing everything he can to pull me closer to him.

"Damn, Tink," he grunts and chuckles as his strong hands pull at my hips and back. "You're not exactly making this easy for me."

"Are you complaining?" I tease him with a little grin.

"Hell no," his eyes don't leave my lips.

Our breathing gets heavier and my skin feels like it must be 1,000 degrees.

I move my hands back down his chest and loop my fingers in his front belt loops, yanking his hips harder against mine as we grind together.

He looks down at me with an intense need in his brown eyes. We hold eye contact, still grinding as the music thumps, our breathing fast and heavy.

I look up at him through my lashes and bite down on my lower lip. That seems to be his breaking point.

"Fuck," he breathes, grabbing my hand and practically sprinting off the dance floor with me in tow. I have to jog to keep up with his speed.

He leads us to the office by the kitchen, pulls me inside and slams the door shut.

He turns around to look me from top to bottom, a passionate fire burning in his eyes. His hands grip my hips as he backs me up to the large wooden desk and roughly grinds his bulging, hard front against me.

My hands fly back to grip the edge of the desk to keep myself upright. I answer his haste and intensity by rolling my hips against his solid nether region. He feels so damn good.

"I want you so fucking bad," he growls, his eyes darkening. His grip on my hips tightens as his brown orbs stare into mine with insane passion.

I gasp, my eyelids fluttering from the pleasure of how incredible he feels rubbing against me. He hitches his hands under my ass, hastily lifting me onto the desk. "I waant youuu, too," I slur.

Suddenly, his hands and entire body is off of me completely. My eyelids fly open and I see that he's standing several feet away from me with all hints of desire gone from his eyes.

I pout, confused as to why he stopped.

"You're drunk," he says, slowly shaking his head.

"So?" I whine, wanting to feel him against me some more.

Before he can respond, the office door bursts open.

"Jayce, I've been looking for you!" Layla's shrill voice pierces the atmosphere as she stalks through the door in an exquisite, sheer sparkling black dress and black thigh-high heeled boots. The ensemble is clearly worth more than all of my belongings combined.

Jayce quickly steps farther away from me. Layla's eyes land on me and she struts over, glaring and generally looking like a snake. "What are you doing with her?"

"Nothing that mattered," I say quickly, challenging her steely blue glower.

"I'm sure. Stay the hell away from my boyfriend, you whore," she orders with a sickly sweet smile.

My stomach drops all the way to the floor. Boyfriend?

"Don't fucking call her–" Jayce starts to say from between clenched teeth.

"–Oh, shush," Layla holds her finger up to Jayce's lips. "I'm just being a good girlfriend and keeping an eye out for our relationship," she sneers. "I've never been great at sharing."

I scoff, "Trust me, honey, I don't want to share anything with you." I feel like my stomach is being ripped from my body and I try to stand strong against her, but I'm not sure it's convincing.

"Good," she smiles, victorious. "Now, JayJay, let's get out of this boring office and find something more fun to do, maybe each other?" She purrs, looking up at him while straight up grabbing his crotch.

The room is spinning and I literally feel like I'm going to barf, but neither of those things are because of the alcohol.

Before I have to watch anything else, I storm off, feeling humiliated, used and stupid. Tears pathetically brim my eyes as I rush out of the office, going anywhere that's far away from Jayce Solis.

This just got a whole lot more complicated.

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