The only thing Rita could remember the day after was dancing with some guy named Peter, grinding against some other guy and Miguel dropping her home. Her car was in the garage, so he had dropped her off in her car? She was still in her clothes, so that was good. She did not have his phone number to check but alls well that ends well she thought.
Today, all she wanted to do was sleep, eat, watch some shows and go back to sleep again. She only remembered having one drink but a hangover of this scale was worth at least six. Next time she was definitely having just one. Rita smiled through the headache at the thought. She was finally starting to get on with her life. It was a small step but it was one in the right direction.
****
Samuel had not been paying much attention to the meeting he had had with Xavier over videochat. His mind was still on last night, on the words Rita had said. He pondered them more than he did her actions after the videochat and long into the day.
Watching her dance had sent both a jolt to his brain and his cock. No one, no human should have looked that good. His eyes drank her in, clinging to her swaying hips and her long legs, up until they were pushing her ass into some bastard's crutch. The glass in his hand cracked. And he nearly broke it half a second later when the bastard ground back. To say he was pissed off was an understatement. He was boiling mad.
Breathe.
Samuel left the empty glass on the table, added a twenty dollar bill and made his way to where Rita was. People not too drunk to have losy their reasoning cleared away from him, those that did not he walked past. The dumb redheaded prick was still behind Rita and she was just going along with it.
Samuel grabbed her arm and glared daggers at the redhead. Samuel could feel the wolf beneath his skin and he wanted nothing more than to tear the moron to shreds when he had refused to let Rita go. “What the hell man?” Samuel gave him a deathly glare and the redhead let go. His eyes must have already shifted because the carrot top smelt of alcohol, fear and piss and looked like he stumbled in shit before he disappeared into the crowd.
“Hey, wanna dance?” Rita asked, she was already leaning into him, pressing her breasts against his chest. The tent in his jeans was growing. Rita wound her arms around his neck, bringing herself closer, pushing all of her against him and at the same time swaying her hips to the music, resting her head against his chest. She smiled. “I'm having a good time.” He bet she was. He groaned low.
She raised her head up to look up at him, the effects of the alcohol and lust glazing her eyes. That is, until recognition flickered in her them. “Oh, it's you.” She pushed herself off of him, staggering out of his reach. She kept her face turned away from him, an obvious show of displeasure and started walking away.
Samuel caught her by her wrist. Rita glared at him. “And just where do you think you're going?” he growled. She tried to snatch her wrist away from his hold but he tightened it. “We're leaving.” Samuel growled.
“No, we are not. At least I'm not.” she slurred. “Now let go.”
She was obviously drunk. Very drunk. It did not take rocket science to figure that out. “What did you drink and how many?” He asked. “That's none of your concern.” Rita hiccuped.
“Who the hell did you get it from?” He asked above the blaring music. No answer came. She had not said anything. His eyes narrowed. He tugged on her wrist, pulling her to his chest. Her back hit his front and he held her there. The dimlights hid the true nature of their embrace. She struggled as he brought his lips to her ear. He could smell the sweat, perfume and alcohol clinging to her skin. He could also smell her scent, the land after rain and cinnamon. “Answer me.” he whispered, pouring the alpha tone into his voice. Just enough for one human. Enough to go unnoticed to everyone else but her.
Her breath came in short gasps, before they instantly calmed. And as much as he liked how close she was, it was not helping the situation with his cock. Her answer came strangled and almost immediately. “I got it from Miguel.” she rasped and started struggling. His command had been for an answer not complete compliance. “He's much nicer than you are.” She snarked. Definitely, not the smart mouth she had.
“Whoever gave you that drink was in no way nice.” He held her to him tighter, if she kept struggling they were going to attract unwanted attention. “We can discuss this in the car. Or later.” Preferably the latter. “No, I don't want to.” she said and continued struggling. Needless to say, Alpha strength won in the end, though it was a battle of its own trying not to hurt her. He shot the bartender a look that even a moron would understand. Keep your mouth shut. The bartender gulped and gave a curt nod.
They exited Umbra and made their way to the car park. Samuel reached into her purse and pulled out her car keys. He would get his car later. He put her in the front seat and buckled her seat belt. Now she was barely awake, she was babbling nonsense but she was not struggling. That was a plus.
He got in the driver's seat, started the engine and drove off. The car was filled with her scent and it made him a little crazy. Or high. They had just exited Hernandez Avenue when he felt her eyes on him. He had gotten used to women staring at him but her stare had him gripping the steering wheel hard and the urge to smile.
“I hate you.” she said. The words made him lurch a little on the inside. “And why?” he asked.
“You took me away from the club slash bar whatever its name was.” she complained. All Samuel did was reply with a neutral. “Hmm”
“Also you basically enslaved me with that stupid fucking contract.” Rita continued. He almost did not catch it with her slurring on her words.
“You signed it of your own freewill.” he countered while honking at one heck of a slow road hog. Get off the fucking road.
Perhaps she did not hear him or ignored him because she continued anyway. “And because you are a self centered, selfish, uncaring, heart shattering douchebag of a dog.” Samuel said nothing.
“Why did you have to come back into my life?” Silence settled inside the car, almost as if Rita was waiting for an answer. When none came, she started again.
“After everything, you just left. Not even disappearing without a word or having the decency to tell me you were leaving. Any of those would have been better than what you did. You just got back to fuck me one last time, call me a clingy whore and just leave with a fucking smirk on your face.” Samuel still said nothing. Rita slured on. “I just wish I had had the sense to break something on that head of yours. To scar you in more ways than one, cause you had no problem doing that to me!”
Samuel drove faster.
“You couldn't just leave and stay in the past. You had come back. You just had to, right?” Her soft sobs reached his ears and tears sprang from her eyes. Worse still, he still did not have anything to say.
It irked him that he actually felt something. What she said was true and that hit him in the chest for some reason. He felt like a coward. He did not understand it nor did he like it. Then again there were other things he did that he no longer understood like why he gets pissed when any other man or woman looked at her suggestively and his wolf bubbled to the surface.
Why it was taking so damned long for him to get her out of his mind? Her smile, although rarely given to him, made his insides flutter. Her touch, her carefully disguised jabs and concealed insults. Just thinking about her gave him a feeling that he was walking on air, almost like a–No. Impossible. It could not. He could not. No. No. No. Such feelings were tucked away in his past years in highschool, never to make a reappearance. Right?
Right.
******
/WEDNESDAY/
The bakery was a bit slow last Saturday. Miss Hendrix did not seem to be having such trouble though, her place was packed. Rita watched with annoyance, suspicion and a little bit of jealousy. The Plum sugar had been having more and more success in the past two weeks than Dazzling Confections had in twice that time. The secret. Hendrix making her staff dress up like it was hump day. In the middle of August.
And Denizens, mostly male, just flocked like moths to a flame. Just goes to show you how bad the world had gotten. Money-wise. Hendrix was charging fifteen bucks for entry. The perverted crowd across the street was driving away most of Dazzling Confections more reserved customers.
The mad old bat had taken it a step further. She dressed up too. But only for Matthew apparently. The horror on Matthew's face was precious but everyone felt bad for him.
It was a mess really. The accounts were proof of that. On Monday, Miguel confirmed he and a friend dropped her off. But now she had time to think about it, it just did not add up. Miguel did not know where she lived and he sure as heck did not know how to disable her security system. She had checked the security footage this morning and someone did drop her home. In her car. That was it. There was no footage of her or the stranger that dropped her home getting into the house. Nothing. The more she thought of it, the more the dread in her grew.
t was lunchtime and so far the only thing she could hear was the click of her heels on the tiled floor. Yesterday, had been weird and awkward to say the least. As weird, awkward and embarrassing as it would be walking in on a blow job. Which was exactly what happened.
Rita did not know whether the participants quit or kept going after she had left and quite frankly she did not want to know. She just needed to find Miguel and get her answers. She just did not expect what she found once she opened the lunchroom doors.
Her jaw could have dropped to the ground but even if it did she would not have let it touch the floor. What the actual hell?!
A/N: Triple Update!! What would you think of a hot scene after this?