Fake It

5. Don't Stop

Amanda's POV 

You could hear the music blasting from outside. The night was full of life, crickets everywhere, sweaty boys, and the salty smell of the ocean tingling my insides. I was trying my best not to get my make up smudged at any second.

The white dress of Cass was incredible short, and she kept pushing it down while phoning Gabe. It barely covered her ass, and the tattoo in her tight was visible. Some creepy guys were looking at her like she was a piece of meat, and Dimitri was going to kill them soon. Why Gabe was inside the club? Because he was trying to convince Levi to let us in, that blonde fucker didn't put us in the list.

I couldn't even breathe because of the stupid blazer that Cass made me wear. And the fact that Mitri was covering us like a bodyguard didn't help much. Why were we hiding? Because the whole block was filled with paps, and my mom would kill us if she found out we were at a club. The underage daughter of the deceased designer

George Ninn clubbing around, wasn't the best look for the company.
But it wasn't our fault okay? It was the Blondie's fault, who makes an 18th birthday party at the best club in the city?

Well, apparently you could do that if your dad was the fucking owner. Talking about pretentious....

"I swear to God Dimitri, if you keep pushing me against the wall like this I'm gonna pass out. I can't even breathe!" I exclaimed trying to move him out of my way, but he wouldn't budge. Dammit him and his fucking swimmer muscles.

"Why Amanda? Do you find this," he said pressing his body against mine, "distracting?"

"N-no, I'm hot, that's all. It's like a fucking hell inside this dress"

"Stop whining, Gabe just texted me, we have to go to the back door, come on."

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"PARTY TIMEEEEEE!" My sister yelled moving her hips, "See ya later boys, Amanda and I will break some hearts tonight"

"The only thing that's going to get broken tonight, are your heels darling. Because I'm not going to leave you alone" Exclaimed Gabe trying to make him be heard. "Look all I know is that if Levi finds us here, he's going to kick us out, so the best solution is to split. Go have some fun lovebirds" he told us and then disappeared from our sight.

I could see Mitri...blushing? No way, he was used to this type of comments, right? I mean we always teased each other, so I don't know why he would be acting weird.

Some girls with more make up than a clown and skirts as long as my middle fingers were eyeing Dimitri. I couldn't blame them, he sure was a hottie.

I was proud of him for coming. He actually never liked these types of parties. He only went dancing because of my sister and I; Dimitri was the responsible one, and always took care of us.

But before those girls could come any closer us, I tugged at his hand and led him to the dance floor.

"Will you dance with me?" he asked before I could say anything. He was too close for my liking. His brown eyes sparkled with something... mischievous, and his cologne was driving me insane.

Let just say that my hormones weren't cooperating today.

When I didn't answer he tried again.

"I prefer a lap dance Kitten, but in that dress... I don't know if I will control myself" he brought me to his chest, and put his hands on my hips, guiding me to the rhythm. "Just say me when, and I will stop."

The thing is I didn't want him to stop. I wanted him, closer. And even though the air escaped from my lungs, my heart was pounding in my throat, the lights were blinding me, my neck itching, blood rushing, it felt incredible. Dimitri's arms holding me tight, his hands caressing my hips. Tt definitely sent chills down my spine.