Page 67 of My So-Called Perfect Life
My dick throbs against the zipper of my jeans. Gripping her by the arm, I pull her body to mine and let her feel what she does to me. “I’m up for the challenge.”
Her eyes swirl with desire. I’m looking forward to feeling her move to the music.
The performers take a break and house music plays through the speakers.
Two minutes dancing with Danielle and I realize how hard it is going to be to keep my hands to myself. The way Danielle moves freely to the rhythm has me ready to bust a nut in my pants. She’s not the greatest dancer but the way she enjoys herself in the moment is something to witness. She is beautiful. Her confidence is intoxicating.
She steps into me and I spin her back as we move in circles. “You’re a great dancer,” she says. “Mercy was right. You could totally be the bad boy in a boy band.”
There’s nothing to do except laugh. She says it so seriously.
“If you tell me you can sing.—”
Grinding my hips into hers, I interrupt. “You wouldn’t be able to control yourself. I know you’ve been thinking about it since that night. Want me to play boy bander for you?”
Her pupils dilate and she full on smirks. “Who said I could control myself around you now?”
Lowering my head, I take her lips with mine. “There’s no need for control, Dani Girl. We can go satisfy your needs right now.”
She links her fingers through mine. “So generous of you.”
Lifting her hand, I lean down and bite the tip of her finger softly. “I’m good like that, sweet girl. I’ll show you just how well I can satisfy you.”
Chapter Twenty-Three
Danielle
Standing in front of themirror, I toss my hair to the left then right, trying to give it some kind of volume, when I hear a knock at the door. Glancing at the clock on my cable box, I see it’s only five fifteen. Ryan is early.
Smacking my lips together one more time, I smooth out my bright pink lipstick—an impulse-buy the other day at Ulta.
Flirty sundress? Check.
Cute wedges on my feet? Check.
Perfect eyelashes? Double check.
“Coming,” I call out as I exit my bedroom and head across my fairly small apartment to the front door. “You’re early,” I say, opening the door, expecting to see Ryan.
But nope, not Ryan. A cheating ex-bastard is standing at my door instead.
Scott jostles the box in his hand and gives me a timid smile. “Expecting someone?”
“Definitely not you,” I bite out.
I haven’t thought about Scott often over the last month of seeing Ryan. I’ve had so much other stuff going on more worthy of my attention. But the anger that I thought had pretty much fizzled out rears its ugly head.
“What are you doing here, Scott?”
He awkwardly stands there as I glare at him.
“I sent you a few texts,” he says. “But you haven’t responded. You left some things at my place. I figured you might want them back.”
I don’t want anything back from his place. It could all be infested with crabs for all I know. “Because I blocked you. I have nothing to say to you. Especially after how you acted the last time you were here.”
“Come on, Danielle. I was drunk and mad. I used some bad judgment. You called the cops and got me back. Plus, you stole all the money. But, still. We spent six years of our lives together. Is this how it’s going to be between us now?”
“Are you kidding me with this shit?” I scoff, standing in the doorway. He’s fucking delusional!
