After The BadBoy

Chapter 5: It's Finished

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"Wo, are you okay?" Jaymie asked, grasping my arms as I nearly barreled past her.

I had to blink multiple times before I could focus on her face, I was vibrating with anger.

"Canada told me some sexy biker type was all over you. Was it-"

"-Yup."

"Holy fuck." She gasped, she began looking behind me, eyes wide and then they opened wider. "He's staring at us." Her eyes darted back to mine, she looked scared, "What do we do?"

I snorted, "Nothing. We go and sit and drink like we originally planned. That bastard isn't fucking up another night of my life." I said seriously before brushing past Jaymie and heading back to the table.

And that's exactly what I did. We drank and sang loudly to the music and chatted and bonded and it was beginning to be one of the greatest nights I ever had.

After our, what felt like, sixth round of shots, Charity announced that she wanted to dance, so all six of us headed to the dance floor.

It wasn't very packed for a Friday night but I didn't mind, it was me and my girls... and Ace who hadn't taken his eyes off me. At first, it was annoying as hell. Then it got pathetic, he really thought he was doing something to me? I wasn't even thinking about him... but then, I was. It happened as I was dancing.

All Night by the Beyoncé came on and I immediately started feeling myself. And then I was feeling his eyes on me and I got a little too into it. It became a problem when I started wanting to feel his hands on me.

I growled, needing another drink so I would stop wanting that. Wanting him. Because I shouldn't want him, he took my heart, built up my confidence, help me to realize I am worthy of love and that I'm allowed to dream... and then tore everything back down again.

I mean bro, he broke up with me over text.

With steel fortifying my spine I spun sexily and headed towards the bar. I didn't glance his way as I came up besides him, skipping the stool and simply leaning against the bar.

I could feel his eyes on the side of my face, my neck, back, ass, legs, ass, face, ass, ass, ass.

"Yo, what can I get you?" The bartender barked, waving his hand.

I blinked a few times, ignoring Ace's chuckle as I ordered a scotch on the rocks. He cleared his throat, "Your ass has most definitely gotten fatter. You wear that dress for me?"

Taking the drink the bartender had just set down I barely glanced at him before grumbling, "You wish," I turned around to head back to our booth, but then he grabbed my wrist.

"I'm serious, you look good, LoLo."

A shiver raced up my spine, that was his nickname for me. He gave it to me after the first time I rode his bike... not like that, I mean his actual bike. His motorcycle, it was what he called me when I was being badass or when we were having sex.

The way his voice dropped and the heat of his eyes on me increased I knew he was thinking about the latter times.

"Wish I could say the same," I said simply, wiggling my wrist free and walking away, mostly because he'd know if I was lying.

Which I was.

Ace never struggled in the looks department, although he isn't many's cup of tea. He's literally covered in tats, his arms, back, chest, legs and some of his neck. His hair was longer than he used to keep it, but it was still as dark as ever. His pretty green eyes followed me as I made my way to the booth, and he was probably clenching his jaw that used to drive me crazy.