She bends and kisses me on the cheek. “Hello, Tully. It’s so nice to finally meet you.”
Hmm, she says that like she’s heard of me before. Brock sits on a stool behind us, and two of his friends come over to sit with him.
“So, you are dating one of the guys?” I ask her to try and make conversation.
Brock’s hand comes up around my thigh from behind, and he runs it up my leg, underneath my dress as he talks. His thumb brushes back and forth over the lips of my sex through my panties as he talks. I think he’s unaware that he’s even doing it.
“Yeah, I’m going out with big John.” She points to a guy on the other side of the group who is sitting down.
“Big John?” I frown.
She giggles. “He’s six-foot seven.”
My eyes widen, and she then leans in and whispers, “He’s big in all places.”
I laugh softly. I like this girl already.
“What are you drinking?” she asks.
“Just a sauv blanc.”
“Oh.” She grimaces. “That stuff will kill a dog.”
I nod, scowling at my drink. “I know, right?”
“Fuck that. Let’s go and get some cocktails.”
Six hours later
I have three new best friends, and their names are Emily, Freya, and Monika. They’re going out with some of Brock’s friends and have each gone out of their way to make me feel comfortable. We have been drinking anything and everything. It’s amazing how much women can bond over alcohol. I could be best friends with anyone after a couple of rounds. To be honest, I’ve hardly seen Brock all night but I’ve watched him with the boys. He’s definitely the leader of the group. He doesn’t talk much, but when he does everyone hangs off of his every word. Ben left at nine. He had to get home to his pregnant wife. I think he’s my favourite out of all the friends Brock has. He’s so dry, and he has this I don’t give a fuck attitude about him. The club is packed to the rafters because there is a band playing. It’s getting loud, hot, and sweaty.
Cindy is on the dance floor, dancing for the group of boys as if she’s some kind of stripper. They’re all pretending not to look, but I can see them all casually glancing over and pretending not to see her. I stand and watch her for a moment.
“What’s with her?” I ask the girls.
Emily turns to see who I’m talking about, and then turns back to us, rolling her eyes. “She’s after your man, sweetie.”
“Who, Brock?” I frown. I was hoping she wanted any man, not just mine.
“She’s ridiculous,” Freya whispers.
“She’s obsessed with him.”
“Brock?” I repeat.
“Yep. You should see what she wears to these nights out and how she puts on a show for the guys, hoping that, one night, Brock will take her home. It’s actually a joke amongst the boys in the office. They all tease him about it.”
We all look over to watch as Cindy swings her hips down until she’s nearly at floor level before she snaps her whole body back up.
“Slut snaps?” I frown. Oh, please. What next? She’s so fourth grade.
The girls all burst out laughing.
I lean into the group. “Has he ever… you know?”
I feel a large hand snake around my waist from behind, and Brock pulls my body back to his.
“Hey.” He smiles as he kisses my cheek from behind.
The girls all begin talking.
“You having fun?” he asks, dropping his hand to my behind.
I smile and nod. “Now that you’re here, I am.”
He kisses me over my shoulder and then licks up my neck to my ear. “You’ll be coming on my face tonight, Pocket,” he whispers.
Goose bumps scatter up my arms. I casually reach behind me to cup his cock, and he kisses my lips in return.
“Are you wet?” he asks so only I can hear.
Our eyes are locked when I give my answer in the form of a single nod.
“You want to go soon?” I can tell he’s had as much to drink as I have.
“I want to come soon,” I whisper back to him.
His eyes darken. “You want to come here?”
I frown. “What do you mean?”
He grabs my behind and grinds me onto his hipbone as his tongue trails down my throat. “You want me to fuck you in this club?”
My eyes widen. “What?” I glance around.
“Because I can,” he whispers darkly, moving closer and kissing me aggressively. “I can fuck anywhere you want, baby. All you have to do is say the word.”
He takes me in his arms and kisses me as if we are alone. I can feel his erection in his pants.
“Jesus, Brock. Down, boy,” I whisper. “We’ll go in half an hour.”
His dark eyes hold mine, and then he licks his lips and disappears to the bar.
I turn back to the girls.
“Fucking hell.” Freya gasps. “Are you for real?”
My eyes widen. I forgot they were even here. “What?”
“You should have just fucked him in the club.” Emily laughs.
I cringe. “Oh, you heard that?” I put my hand over my face and laugh in embarrassment.
“Do you know how many women would kill to fuck him in a club?”
I crinkle my nose. “As long as it’s not his fucking secretary, I don’t care.”
“He hasn’t gone there,” Monika says, and we all look back to the dance floor to see Cindy dancing sexily.
“But she would jump at the chance. Don’t trust that little skank as far as you can throw her,” Freya adds.
I feel big hands snake around my hips from behind, and I see Freya’s face fall. I turn and get a fright. Is not Brock. It’s another man.
“Oh.” I pull out of his grip. “Don’t do that,” I say.
“Hey, baby,” he slurs. “Come back here, I want a little fun.” He grabs me again and pulls me towards him.
“Don’t touch her!” Monika snaps, pushing against him.
“Fuck off.” He growls. God, he’s really drunk.
He leans in and tries to kiss me, but I push him back. “Don’t!” I snap.
“Go away!” Freya yells at him.
He grabs me again and pulls me onto him. Oh, God, he’s hard. I struggle to get out of his arms.
“What the fuck are you doing?” I hear Brock growl.
Oh no.
“Whatever I fucking want, cunt,” the man answers roughly, and he pushes Brock back.
Brock glares at him. “Tully, go to the bathroom.”
“B-Brock,” I stammer. “Let’s go.”
“Move!” he yells and pushes me out of the way just in time to miss the man who takes a swing at Brock. What the fuck?
I’m grabbed from behind and pulled out of the way just in time to see Brock land a punch to this man’s jaw.
“Stop it!” I cry.
I fight to break free from Jesten’s grip. The man takes another swing at Brock and Brock punches him back. The next minute, it has turned into a full-on fist fight with men running in from everywhere. Both the man’s friends and Brock’s friends are involved in it. There are twelve men in this fight, and the noise forces the band to stop playing as the bar’s security run in to try and break it up.
A table is tipped over and glasses smash everywhere. I see Brock on top of this man on the ground beating the hell out of him. He’s completely lost control.
I put my hands over my face in horror. “Stop!” I scream. Brock punches him again and again. He’s going to fucking kill him.
“Brock, stop it!” I cry.
But he doesn’t, and a second later another of the man’s friends runs over and kicks Brock as hard as he can in the stomach. Brock falls to the ground, and then Jesten goes crazy, finally letting me go. He dives on the man who just kicked Brock. It starts again.
I put my hands over my eyes.
What the fuck is going on?
When I look up again, I see Brock getting up. The look on his face is murderous, and I have to scrunch up my face as the tears begin to fall.
I can’t watch this. I can’t watch him be like this.
He’s a fucking animal.
So I turn, and I run.
I run down the stairs as quickly as I can, my heart racing in my chest. The brighter lights have all been turned on as the bouncers run up the stairs towards the fight.
I get a vision of how violent Brock was being, and I find myself wincing again. What the hell was that about? One minute he is whispering sweet nothings in my ear, and the next moment he turned into a total psychopath.