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BRICE

I was putting on an all-black fit but changed my mind once I heard Soleil comment on my lack of style. I ask for her opinion, what she'd like to see me in, and she pulled out a series of items from my closet: shorts, a t-shirt, a patterned short-sleeved shirt, sneakers, and socks.

I would have disregarded the outfit until I saw she was also dressed in a similar palette from the short/skirt thing she wore as bottoms to the the silk, short-sleeved shirt. The colour looks better on her than me. The contrast is amazing against her skin especially with the gold jewellery she added. I go along with it because I like the fact that we look like a couple in our matching attire.

She spent more hours in front of the mirror doing hair and makeup than she did in the shower and getting dressed. She finally puts on a pair of nude sandals that matches her small clutch.

I used to think matching couples were corny but damn do we look good together. I wrap an arm around her and take a photo of us. I post it on IG and tag her with the caption "One and Only".

Damn you're weak! You folded faster than a sheet and in under a day.

Her inner monologues are funny at times when they aren't out to eviscerate my character. I interlace our fingers and ensure to keep her in front of me when we enter the club. I can't get enough of her and I also want to ensure that no one tries anything. Soleil is stunning and I don't miss the guys that eye her as we make our way to our table.

In the VIP section, I pull her onto my lap when she attempts to sit down beside me. Now that she's letting me touch her I feel like I'm making up for lost time.

"Brice..." she whines trying to move off.

My grip tightens.

"I want everyone to know you're taken," I whisper in her ear.

Stand up, bitch, stand up!

I kiss her neck and ask her, "What do you want to drink? Everything's on me."

He's so thoughtful.

Bitch ,what? Of course, it's on him. After all the bullshit he's put us through this past week? Time to make his pockets hurt if that's even possible.

She taps a finger on her chin in thought. "I want champagne. Veuve Clicquot."

"Done."

The table orders and I add our drinks to the list. They soon arrive with scantily clad girls holding up sparklers. I take the opportunity to tilt Soleil's head back and taste her lips. I only break away after they pour her a glass and leave. Then I help myself to the bottle of Henny.

She's takes a few sips then leans in to tell me, "I want to go down and dance with everyone else."

Well, she'd not going alone. I swallow down what's left of my glass and she does the same. We head to the main dance floor downstairs where she's shaking her hips and grinding on my dick. After a couple of songs, we go back upstairs for a break where she has another glass of champagne and rests her feet before wanting to go back down again.

I've never been much of a dancer, but I'm more than willing to entertain Soleil and her whims.

"My feet hurt. I think I need another glass," she shouts into my ear on the dance floor after a few more songs.

And up we go. This time I make sure she has some water before we head back down for round three. I don't want her to wake up with a hangover tomorrow if it can be avoided. Despite keeping my eyes on Soleil for the most part I feel a set of eyes on us. Call it a sixth sense if you will.

Of course, you have your usual culprits wishing they were us as both men and women watch us on the dance floor. However, I look around past the admirers and connect eyes with the thorn in my side – Ariel. If I don't get rid of her, and quickly, she could potentially ruin the rest of my night like she did the day before.

We lock eyes for a few seconds as I communicate I've taken note of her. She looks on unwaveringly and her lips lift into a knowing smirk. She has me under her thumb. We both know it thanks to the deal I made. I owe her. The price remains unpaid.

"I need to go to the bathroom, but I don't want to leave you here. Let's head back upstairs," I whisper into Soleil's ear over the loud bass.

She nods her head in understanding and I take her hand leading her through the crowd and up the stairs. Her gait is a little unsteady. I guess the drinks are starting to kick in. I leave her at the table pressing a bottle of water into her hands and make my way back down. I could have used the bathrooms closest to the VIP section, but I want to keep Soleil out of this as much as possible.

I'm in the throng of the crowd looking for Ariel and quickly spot her because I tower over most. Her eyes instantly connect with mine as if she's been watching me the entire time. The feeling is unsettling. I approach her and when she reaches for me, I slap her hand away grabbing her by the elbow and leading us to the nearest exit.

Her giggling rings over the music in the club and annoys the fuck out of me. Does she think this is a game? If that's the case then she's playing with the wrong one. When we are outside in the cool outdoors, I release my hold tossing her away from me.

"I never knew you liked it rough."

"Why are you following me?"

"We had a deal, remember? You still owe me."

"Now is not the time and I need you to leave Baptiste alone."

"You're in no position to make demands. If it helps you feel better, it's not him that I'm after. He's just my informant. It's thanks to him I knew where you were yesterday and where you were headed tonight. A little pathetic, nonetheless, a good boytoy to keep me busy while I wait."

"I'll meet you tomorrow at dawn on the beach to settle things."

She crosses her arms and tilts her head to the side.

"Why delay the inevitable? There's no time like the present," she counters, sashaying her way over to me.

Ariel has a point. I want this over sooner rather than later. I guess now's as good a time as any so I close my eyes and think of my girl when she reaches for my dick inside the waistband of my shorts and squeezes my member in a tight hold.

SOLEIL

Against my better judgement, I decided to forgive Brice and I'm glad that I did because being angry is a tiring work of depressive art. Not that I'm a resentful person that holds grudges but damn, your girl caved in less than a day.

He wore me down with the way he was constantly following me around and breathing down my neck. I could barely turn around without bumping into him. I would lock a door only for him to somehow make his way in. Add onto that how he could now also read my thoughts. Escaping him felt impossible.

I knew he was sorry and he knew exactly what I thought about the whole situation and him. There was nothing left for me to say. I would know he was being intrusive when I'd think of getting back at him with another guy and he'd storm off. Serves him right for not knowing how to mind his business.

It must have been the analogy of the movie character who was charged with a crime he didn't commit that swayed me. The mutants aspect sounded awesome and I was keen to check it out the next time I decided to vegetate in front of the TV.

I never pegged Brice as having a nerdy side until he was asking for my forgiveness, demonstrating intellectual prowess with his defense. It got me a little wet.

Bitch! It was his big dick poking your stomach in the shower that had us dripping. And the biceps when he picked you up. And the abs.

Damn my subconscious.

Fine, his sex appeal was also putting in some work but I'd never seen him look so stressed.

That meant that he cared, right? That he didn't want to lose me. I chose to believe him. Actions speak louder than words and technically nothing happened between him and Ariel irrespective of how bad it looked so I chose to move past it, trust him, and have a good time.

The club is pumping. I'm feeling giddy thanks to the bubbly. Brice leads me back up the stairs and pushes a bottle of water into my hands after opening the cap.

"Drink this. I'll be right back."

He pecks my lips before leaving off and I stare after him like a lovesick puppy.

He's been so attentive the whole night, hell this whole week. However, I haven't let him off the hook yet. Just because I forgave him doesn't mean that things are going back to the way they were. He's going to have to earn my trust but so far so good.

I chug down half the bottle only now realising how thirsty I am. Even my heel clad feet get a sense of relief from the short reprieve. The music is awesome. I love EDM with some vocals and an awesome drop. Swedish House Mafia is the shit. They put me in the mood to dance.

Baptiste comes over and takes a seat beside me. Only now do I notice that most of the section is empty. He's a cool guy. We bonded over video games the day before.

"How's your night going?" he asks.

"It's going well. And yours?" I reply with a smile.

"Could be better. Where's Brice?"

"He's went to the bathroom."

"Are you sure about that?"

His eyes bore into mine. After a beat or two he looks away.

His question throws me for a loop. What's that supposed to mean? Even though we attended the same school, it's only this past week that we've hung out together. I can't read him that well, but know that he's not on good terms with Brice

"What are you trying to say?" I ask, a little too lit to beat about the bush.

"There are bathrooms on this floor. Why'd he have to go downstairs where there are tons more people? It would make more sense to use the ones in VIP wouldn't it? I'd wager they're cleaner and less crowded. Unless..."

Dude gets up and leaves the sentence hanging. As if I don't already have trust issues, he gives me more reason to suspect Brice. I follow him to where he stands at the edge of the balcony overlooking the floor below.

"Beware of the man who wants his cake and to eat it too."

I'm about to ask him to just spit out what he's trying to say instead of being all cryptic. For some reason, I bite my tongue and follow his gaze down into the crowd. I quickly spot Brice weaving through the crowd and come to a stop when he reaches the redhead from last night.

"Is that Ariel?" I stupidly ask.

Of course it is. She's one of the most beautiful girls I've ever seen. She's hard to forget.

"Ja, we hooked up the night before the yacht party and I invited her to join us only for your boy to steal her away as soon as we arrived. I don't know what happened while you guys were down there, but she left soon after without an explanation. Maybe he has some unspoken rule about not sharing women he's been with which I think is ridiculous and unfair. Don't you?"

I watch Brice grab her by the arm and pull her towards the sidelines until they're both out of sight. Despite what Baptiste may think, there's no love lost between the two. He was almost manhandling her. I don't bother answering him. Instead, I make my way downstairs hoping to catch them and get to the bottom of what is going on.

BRICE

Ariel gives my dick a few skilled pumps and the blood immediately rushes to my groin. I groan at the sensation imagining it to be Soleil. She gets on her knees and wraps her lips around the tip. I thread my fingers through her hair to guide her motions hoping to end this quickly.

My reaction must excite her because Ariel really gets into it, stimulating my cock with not just her hand but also her tongue. Her gag reflex is nonexistent and I'm sliding down her throat as she swallows me whole. The little nymph extends her tongue to lick at my balls. The sensation is phenomenal as she slurps, sucks and massages my nuts.

Her jaw feels like a vacuum pulling me in. I don't even try prolonging the feeling. I let go and explode down her throat releasing rope after rope along with my life force. However, she doesn't stop. My eyes pop open when Ariel keeps going and it feels like she's sucking the life out of me. The euphoria becomes draining.

I try to pull back but she has me locked in place. Her teeth bite down at the base of my dick. I start to panic. Something is wrong with this picture - very wrong. As if the universe has turned against me, I look up only to be struck with the worst case of déjà vu when I see Soleil's tear-filled eyes.

Throwing caution to the wind, I rip my dick out of her mouth scraping skin in the process only to stumble when I walk. Just like before, Soleil shuts the door and I chase after her except this time putting one foot in front of the other is a concerted effort. I've never felt this weak, this debilitated. It feels like I've been drugged.

"What the fuck?!" I mumble with every unsteady step I take. Eventually, I can't even stand and crumble to the ground. "What did you do to me?"

"I'm sorry, Brice. I had to pay her back."

The last thing I see is Ariel walk past me and the metal door slam shut once again leaving me all alone in a dark alley.

SOLEIL

I regret wearing heels as I mince my way down the stairs and through the crowd getting stepped on and shoved. Why didn't I ask Brice more about her? I swear being angry makes me irrational and I doubt that I'd have handled the details well while in that state.

I follow the path they took and search the place to the best of my ability. Unfortunately the club is packed and if they were going to discuss anything it wouldn't make any sense to do it down here. Even the people I walk past seem to be screaming at each other to communicate above the music.

Could they have gone outside?

I exit the club even though most people are coming in. I look up and down the block but no luck. Am I seriously going to be the girl chasing after her man? The earlier buzz has faded and I head back inside. When Brice returns from wherever he ran off to, I'm going to confront him.

I avoid the crush of the dance-floor by maneuvering my way to the VIP stairs along the perimeter. I notice a sign indicating an exit to my right. For some reason, I think of the MD after-party and how Brice led me out through a side exit at Club Con. Following my intuition, I walk down the short passage and push open the metal door.

I immediately wish I hadn't.

Who do I see?

None other than Brice and Ariel in the same position I caught them in just yesterday except this time I've caught him in the act too. The lying sea snake. So much for his vehement plea of "I didn't do it". After swearing up and down that nothing happened he proves me right..

Well now I'm mad at myself. Shame on you if you fool me once.

Shame on me if you fool me twice.

It's a damn shame, Soleil. Can't trust a pretty boy with a silver tongue.

I scoff in disgust. Tears of anger well in my eyes. I was hurt yesterday. Today I'm irate and immobilized as I hear him grunt while coming down her throat. When he opens his eyes I feel like I've been caught peeping in on a moment I was never meant to see.

Those transparent grey eyes of his plead guilty.

"Soleil!"

I don't want to hear it. Not this time. I slam the door shut and speed walk as best as I can out of the overly crowded and now obnoxiously loud club. Where does he get the audacity to do this shit while I'm in the vicinity. Crazy part is, he really had me convinced in thinking I was overreacting yesterday because "nothing happened". Un-fucking-believable.

There's no way I'm going back upstairs. I need fresh air.

I make my second exit for the night and decide I'm not coming back. When I see a group of girls getting out of their cab close to the entrance, I reach for the door before the last girl closes it and climb in.

"Excuse me – " The driver turns around full of attitude, but his countenance quickly changes when the tears that have been sitting heavy fall from my eyes.

I angrily wipe them away.

"Can you take me home, please. I'll pay."

"Sure. Where do you stay?"

Damnit. I don't know the exact address of the beach house and even if I did, I don't have the access codes to get in. I've been living with my head in the clouds this past week and now I'm crashing down to earth.

"Uhm... can you take me to the airport instead?"

"No problem." The driver pulls off and after a few minutes of silence looks at me through the rear-view mirror. "Are you alright young lady?"

"I will be. I just need to go home."

I have my phone, ID, and my wallet which is enough to buy a ticket and board a plane. Fuck the things I left behind. Brice will probably think I'm coming back. Hopefully, I'm far away when he realises I'm not.

To Be Continued...

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