Page 49 of Dark Encounter
I spun around to find one of Thomas's old frat brothers in front of me. He'd graduated a few years back but still looked like he was in his early twenties.
"Jerry Black. How are you?" I laughed and lifted up to hug him. He wrapped his strong arms around me and leaned down, kissing my cheek.
"Much better now. I was back in town for the weekend and thought-"
A scream left me as he was jerked back and chucked half-way off the club floor. Erik.
"What do you think you're doing?" Erik whipped around and grabbed my wrist. "Done with me so soon, Kitten?"
"What? No."
Erik released me and turned, popping Jerry in the face as he stood up. Erik had four or five solid punches on my old friend before some of the bouncers pulled Jerry out and tossed him into the street.
Tears burned my eyes, and I turned to walk to the bathroom as bile rose in my throat.
"Not so fast." Erik grabbed my hand and pulled me backward. I lost my footing and crashed into him.
"What's the matter with you? He's an old friend."
He glanced down the length of my body. "What's the matter with me? You're dressed like you're looking for a man, Grace. Is that what you're up to tonight?"
"No." I pulled from his grasp only to have him wrap his arms around me and pin me against him. The anger and hate in his handsome face scared me. "Let me go."
"Not yet." He leaned down and pressed his forehead to mine. "And until I do, you mess with another guy, expect him not to wake up the next morning. I don't play with what I consider to be mine, Kitten. You should know this already."
"Where's the guy from the park?" I pushed against his chest. "I want him back."
"Go find him." He released me and turned, walking casually to the bar.
Go find him? What the fuck did that mean? I spun on my heel and walked to the bathroom as tears blurred my vision. I made it to a stall and dropped down fully clothed onto the toilet as the room spun. Why the hell had I listened to Jenna about getting blitzed and dressing up for a girl's night out?
Nothing ever worked out that way for me.
It took me a few minutes, but I finally gathered my wits enough to get up and walk back out into the bar. Erik stood with Jenna by the bar, his eyes locked onto me. He looked like a dark prince. My prince.
A handsome older guy with a great smile stood beside them, talking as I approached.
"Grace. Have you met Fredrick Carrington? He owns this place." Erik reached out and took my hand, pulling me to his side.
Jenna gave me a concerned glare but turned her attention back to Fredrick. "Are you married? I swear I’ve never seen you with a woman."
He chuckled. "No. Commitment isn't something my life allows too well."
"I would guess not." I glanced around and tried to still my racing heart. Having Erik so close to me was almost too much. Combined with the alcohol and the anger pumping through my system, I was ready to pounce on him.
"It's one of a kind." Fredrick nodded. "Enjoy your evening and let me know if you need anything. I'm happy to take care of it personally."
I watched him walk off as my stomach cramped. "I don't feel so good."
"Too much to drink?" Jenna reached out and touched the side of my face.
"Let's get you home." Erik tightened his grip on my hand and half-pulled me through the club, leaving Jenna standing at the bar.
I waved at her over my shoulder and gave her the best apologetic look I could. By the time we walked into the street, I was hot.
"Erik." I jerked my hand from him. "What the fuck are you doing? I came with Jenna tonight. It was supposed to be a g-"
He pulled me flush against him and leaned down, pressing his soft lips to mine and opening me up as he tongue fucked me on the street beside the club.
