The Lapdance

By now the hurt must be raging through her body like a wildfire. I am sure feeling it, regret, not regret in the true sense of the word, more like wishing that I did not guarantee her when I should know how unpredictable my life is. Last night was absolute torture, and dragging myself through this never-ending day brings me even more pain. In all my life, truly have I never once desired one as I do her. She took a piece of me the moment I kissed her, and she has that piece still.

As we are now making our way back, I cannot help to start feeling the excitement I did only a day ago. I do hope that she would not be that mad, that if I explained that she would understand. I think by the time we get home, her shift would have already started.

And I do not want to wait any longer than I should to get to her, but it is only fair to check with the boys first. "You boys okay if we go straight to the club?"

"Man, that is a stupid question," Micah is the first one to jump in. "I could do with a real whiskey, not that shit that Jackson drinks."

"And being surrounded by some beautiful woman, you can count me in," Logan adds to Micah's enthusiasm.

"But you are going to have to do some explaining to a certain Cassandra."

"Do not remind me, Micah," I squeeze the bridge of my nose, knowing well what trouble awaits me. "I am sure the girl is going to throw a drink in my face."

"What?" Logan dramatically pauses. "No slapping this time?"

"Hahaha," I burst out in laughter at his silly comment. "Leave the show up to the girls, Logan."

"And this time just try to keep your ass off the stage," Micah adds.

...Cassandra POV...

Waking up this morning with puffy eyes is a very first for me in a long time. That Christian Caine had this reaction on me just makes me furious. I let a man get the better part of me, but let's not forget the part of me he took. I was foolish enough to let him, and now I have fallen deeply for him.

What am I going to do when I see him tonight? Should I even talk to him? Do I even want to listen to his excuse when I know he was probably with another woman?

"Girl," Jessie tries to catch my attention. "Keep frowning like that, and you are going to need botox before you hit thirty. Are you thinking of Mr. Caine again?"

"Did you have to remind me? I was trying my best to forget about his two-timing lying ass."

"A tight two-timing lying ass," Tammy feels the need to add.

"Ugh, you are so not helping Tammy!"

Tammy just waves me off. "So, are you looking forward to seeing him tonight?"

"The only thing I am looking forward to is throwing my drink in his face."

...Christian POV...

We are only a few minutes away from the club. The butterflies in my stomach seem to be in turmoil, both feeling excitement and nervousness at the same time. A girl like her probably has heard all the excuses you can throw at her. I will have to put some Christian Caine charm on so she will forget all about last night.

By the time we pull into the car park, my head is completely spinning. Stepping out of the car is even harder; who knew that this girl could have this effect on me. Has Christian Caine finally met his match?

As I step through the door, I immediately start looking for her. My eyes move from table to table, from booth to booth, over the stage and down by the bar. She is nowhere to be seen at all. Maybe she is in the dressing room and will be out shortly. I try to reassure myself as we head on over to our usual table.

"Hey, relax man," Micah grabs onto my shoulder when he sees the worry in me. "I am sure she is here. She is probably just busy."

"What are you talking about?" I try to act all cool and not concerned at all. "Who says I was thinking about her?"

"You have not taken your eyes off the dressing room door for the last five minutes," Logan points out as he sees me staring in the direction again.

"I…I was just…"

"Just looking for her," Logan says as he finishes my sentence. "Christian, we understand; we all have been there before. You like this girl."

"That is not the point, Logan. I like this girl a lot. Maybe more than I even should."

"Stop being so scared of what your father will think. For once, do something that makes you happy and not him", Micah says as he encourages me.

"Hahaha. Did you just hear what you said? Put my needs before my father. Come on; I will only be fooling myself if I think I could."

...Cassandra POV...

We are late! Jessie forgot to put gas in the car, and we got stuck on the side of the road. Lucky being dressed like three hookers got us some help and gas real quick. But why do I even care? I better put myself in check; I am not getting excited to see him. Especially after the stunt he pulled.

As we step through the doors, I see him; I even feel my damn heart skipping a beat. Now I am officially happy to see him; my plan to stay mad at him has just blown up in my own face.

"Oh, Cassie…"

"Jessie, don't start!"

"I see Mr. Caine is here. I wonder why?" Tammy asks.

"Cause he comes here every night," I immediately snap at her. How can she even dare to think I am happy to see him.

"Oh, but not last night," Jessie continues to tease me. She knows me well; she saw the look on my face when I saw him.

"And your point being?" I rudely cut her off.

"That maybe he is here for you tonight." Jessie just goes to push my buttons even further.

"Well, I am not here for him."

...Christian POV...

I could have sworn I heard her voice; her laughter is that of an angel. It is intoxicating; it draws you in and makes you beg for more. She is like a drug, the kind of drug that I can get addicted to. I know she is near; the scent of her perfume is lingering in the air.

As I turn my head, I see her sitting there. The mere sight of her knocks my breath away. But she is sitting with another man. An unfamiliar feeling rocks my body; it makes me green with envy. How does he dare take her attention away from me? I have never known the feeling of jealousy as I always get what I desire. And right now, my desire is for her to be with me.

I call over one of the bouncers manning the floor. "Mike."

"Yes, Mr. Caine?"

"Please, can you get Cassie to come to sit with me?"

"Sure, Mr. Caine."

I watch as Mike walks on over to the table and whispers in her ear. She turns around to look at me, but instead of excitement, there is annoyance written all over her face. Yup, she is definitely pissed at me. I look at her with pleading eyes until she finally gives in to me.

She slowly excuses herself from the table and makes her way over to me. She is wearing an ever so tiny red dress that only covers the essential parts of her glorious body. The way she handles those long sculpted legs in those stilettos is sending warmth to places in my own body that I never knew even existed.

She comes to stand in front of me, no emotion clear on her face. Tonight is the night that I get another cosmopolitan thrown in my face.

"Well, hello, Mr. Caine. What is it that I can do for you?"

"Evening Cassie. Please will you sit with me? I want to explain to you what happened."

"What makes you think I am interested in hearing your excuses? You are Christian Caine; I can only imagine where you were last night."

"Please no, it is not what you think. Can you please sit with me?"

"I will hear you out, but I do need to inform you that I am immune to bullshit, especially when it comes to men like you."

"Is there somewhere we can go to in private?"

"There is no such thing as private in this club. The closest you will get is in one of the booths over there".

"Please can we go there? I truly need to explain to you what happened".

She curls her fingers around my palm and leads me to the furthest booth. She looks at me with a wicked smile on her face as she pulls me inside and closes the curtains behind us. She continues to push me down into the deep red leather seat, placing my hands beside my legs.

"I don't need to remind you about the rules, do I, Mr. Caine?"

"Do I look like someone that follows the rules?"

She pushes my back into the soft cushion of the chair. She puts her leg between my knees and forces my own legs to open. I don't know what she is doing, but it makes my body react in all the wrong ways. But who says the warmth I feel deep in my core isn't exactly how I should feel?

I watch her as she slips one strap of her dress over her shoulder and let it slip down her arm. Her nipples are pressing hard against the soft fabric of her dress. She curls her fingers into her other strap and lets both fall out of her arms. Her shapely breasts are firm and only but a wink away in front of my eyes.

"Cas…Cas…" I can barely get the words to come out. "Cassie. What are you doing?"

She puts both hands on her hips and wickedly smiles. "Did you think I was going to come to sit in here and hold your hand?"

"I…I guess not…" I sound like a mumbling idiot. "But…but can't you just keep your clothes on while you are doing it?"

She just waves me off and continues with taking every fabric of clothes away from her body.

She takes her hands and runs it over the contours of her breasts. Slowly dragging her dress down to her waist, she knots her fingers and pulls it off over her tight ass. It drops in a pile to the floor; she steps out of it and kicks it to the side. Her gorgeous sunkissed body is bare, and only a reach away from me.

"God, Cassie. What are you doing?" I move a bit uncomfortable around on the chair.

"What does it look like, Christian?" my name rolls so elegantly of her tongue. She has got me completely bewitched now.

She moves closer to me; her exquisite body is in nothing but a pair of black lace panties. She lifts her arms in the air, stretching every toned muscle over her flat stomach. She starts rocking her hips from side to side. Then she lowers her body down to the floor; as she comes back up, she rubs her body deep into mine. Her naked breasts are touching every part of the exposed skin of my chest.

She slowly stands up and turns around. She moves her ass and starts to grind it into my ever-growing erection. She grabs onto my legs and grinds deeper; my body starts trembling. The undeniable heat is close to boiling. It takes all my self-control not to run my lips down her back. Then she sits down and leans her body back into mine.

"Cassie, please, can you stop doing that?" I now have a full throbbing erection, and she is ever so seductively moving her tight ass into it.

"Do what, Mr. Caine?" she looks over her shoulder back into my very flushed face.

"You know what you are doing."

"It is payback for leaving me hanging."

She moves away from my body and turns to face me again. She hooks her thumbs in her panties and starts to slide them down her legs. I reach my hand and grab onto hers.

"Please don't do that. Will you have dinner with me instead?"