by Angel Steel
She wasn’t going to drive tonight. Usually when she and Joel hooked up, they both drank. So, unless he wasn’t drinking tonight, she would get a ride home in a cab.
She still didn’t know what she wanted to do for Dom tonight, but it would come to her, like it always did. Sliding into the cab once it arrived, she gave the driver the address to Joey’s and sat in the backseat, excited about tonight and tomorrow night, more so tomorrow. The way she was feeling about the party was like a kid in a candy store.
Well, maybe feeling a bit more than what a child felt in a candy store, but it was the same in a way. Grinning to herself, she really wished the party was tonight; she was too hyped up about it already. Maybe meeting up with Joel tonight might dull her anticipation for tomorrow.
Chapter 34
As Dom was driving towards Chantal’s place, all he could think about was Chantal naked on her bed, waiting for him. The thought made him groan. He wanted her since he left her this morning. Really, he just wanted her all the bloody time. Every second he breathed he wanted her. His feelings for her were changing from lust, he wasn’t going to say love because they would never have that between them, but they definitely had lust, and a whole shit load of it.
As he was about to turn down her street his phone rang. Pulling off to the side, he answered, “Hello.”
“Dominic, it’s Lee Anne. I need you to come to the office. Some of the files are missing.”
“What do you mean, some of the files?”
“This morning when I was looking for the Lewis file, I noticed four files missing. I didn’t think much of it then. I thought one of the boys had them, but after they left I have searched everywhere for them and they’re not here, at all.”
“Calm down, Lee. I’m turning around now, I’ll see you soon.”
“I’m sorry Dominic for ruining your night, I know you had plans.,” she sobbed.
“It’s fine, she will understand.”
“Ok, I’ll see you when you get here, bye.”
Hanging up the phone, of all nights it had to be tonight. Dialling Chantal’s number, he listened as it went to voicemail.
“Chantal, I need to head back to the office, something has come up. Will make it up to you when I get back to your place.”
She must to still at the store that was usually the only time she did not answer her phone. Turning his truck around, he drove towards Elite Inc., wishing to the gods that it wasn’t going to be a long night.
******
Chantal had not laughed so hard in her life like she was right now. Joel, herself, and five of his buddies were practically the only ones left at Joey’s, besides a table of women at the other end of the bar and the two locals.
Joel and his friend Wazza were playing the stupidest game of pool. They would try to distract each other with anything possible. It even came down to Wazza pulling down Joel’s pants. Although he didn’t care, she could tell that Wazza had a thing for him. Yep, he was gay as they came. She clicked with him as soon as they were introduced.
He stood a head taller than her, long black hair to his shoulders, tattoo sleeves, and had his lip and eyebrow pierced. She didn’t know at first that he was gay. The way he talked, walked, and acted you’d think he was a straight guy, but as soon as he had alcohol in his system, it all came out.
“Channy, can you distract him so I can win this round,” Wazza asked.
“No, you do it yourself, you can beat him.”
Lining up his shot, he pouted. “Please girl. I want the pot money, and to see him run naked around the parking lot when he loses.”
What was is about a gay guy pouting? It was sexy. Damn, why did he have to be gay? Walking up to him, she whispered conspiratorially, “What do you want me to do?”
Looking over at Joel as he spoke to Brandon, Wazza smiled wickedly. “Am I going to regret this?” she mumbled.
He laughed, “No, girl. Just a little fun and distraction, that is it. Nothing to serious, I’m sure you can handle it.”
Glancing around, she saw that two of the women at the end of the room had left, leaving two, and they were watching the game between Joel and Wazza. The two locals were still at the bar and the bartender. There was no one else around. Maybe she could think of something that would distract him.
“What are you going to do?” Wazza questioned.
“You asked for a distraction, I’m giving you one,” she said as she walked over to the jukebox. Deciding on the song she wanted to dance to, she moved closer to the pool table area where a wooden post stood in the room.
Wazza raised his eyebrow towards her. Giggling, she leaned against the post and waited for the song to start. When the music kicked on, she slid down the post to the floor, and she ran her hands up her legs, to the top of her corset, before sliding her fingers across her chest.
Spreading her legs apart, grateful that she decided to wear a pair of tights under her skirt, she rolled her hips without her knees touching the ground. She heard something drop to the floor and she opened her eyes. Everyone was looking in her direction, including the bartender. She wasn’t ashamed but she was a little nervous about what she was doing. Pushing that to the back of her mind, she stood, slowly swaying her hips to the beat of the song, and spun around the post.
As came around the other side of the post, she held on with one hand and dipped backwards, her hair touching the ground. She wrapped one leg around the post and starting rubbing herself against it.
“Damn,” someone grunted.
“Holy shit.” Came from someone else.
Smiling, she turned around. The alcohol in her system made her more daring. Undoing the top three buttons of her shirt, she slid her hands down the front of her body and stopped them where the skirt ended. Joel had moved closer to her, as had three of his friends.
Wazza smiled towards her and sunk the last four balls left in play. Leaning against the post again, she slid up and down it as Joel stopped in front of her, his friends all behind him, all just as close. Joel reached out his hand towards her.
“If you touch her in any way, you will regret it.” Gasping, she spun around and found Joey standing there with the bouncer. Seriously, I was just starting to have fun.
“Why are you growling?” she asked as she spun around again.
Stomping his way towards her, he snapped, “What the fuck are you doing, Chantal?”
“Having fun, what’s it to you, anyways? You don’t want to spend time with me because you’re too busy, and I need some fun.”
“So, you trying to fuck that post is fun? And I told you why I couldn’t spend time with you.”
“I wasn’t fucking it,” she growled back at him. Bloody party pooper.
“It bloody fuckin' looked like it to me. Fix yourself up, I’m taking you home.”
She ripped her arm out of his grip. “No, I’m staying with them!” she argued, pointing to the boys.
“No, you’re not. What do you think Dom is going to say when he hears about what you were doing tonight?”
“I don’t care, Joey. He doesn’t own me.”
“Whatever you think, darling.” Grabbing her arm, he started to pull her towards the front door.
“Hey, let me go. I’m not going anywhere with you!” she screamed at him.
“Yes, you are.”
Joel, Brandon and one of the other boys stood in front of Joey, stopping him in his tracks. “I wouldn’t even think about it, boys,” Joey growled at them.
Typical Joel, he was the one to step forward. “She doesn’t want to go with you. And she came here tonight to spend time with me and my boys,” he said with a smirk.
“I really don’t care what she wants, but she isn’t staying here with you lot. That is for damn sure.” Joey pulled on her arm again, moving past the boys.
She had never seen this side of him, and although it was sexy as shit, it still pissed her off that he was dragging her out of the bar.
“Can you please let go, I’m not a child!”
“Well, stop bloody acting like one,” he grunted.
The boys followed her outside as Joey continued pulling her towards his truck. She stumbled several times, but righted herself.
Joey stood with his back to her front as he unlocked the door.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw someone walk up beside her and stand on Joey’s left, as someone grabbed her from behind and pulled her back.
“Joey.”
He spun around, and as he did, Brandon threw a punch straight to his face, connecting with his jaw. Growling, he pushed Brandon back away from him, as one of the other guys came forward.
She didn’t want them to fight. “Let me go!” she screamed.
“Sorry, darling. Not happening.” She couldn’t remember the guy’s name, but he creeped her out when she first met him. She slammed her heel down on his foot, and he let her go as he fell backwards from the impact. Running up to the guy now fighting with Joey, she jumped on his back, thumping him as hard as she could to stop what was going on.
Joey tackled the guy, pushing him into his truck, with her still on him. Her back slammed against the front end of the truck, making her groan at the pain that shot through her body. The guy’s head fell back and connected with hers, leaving her dazed at what happened.
Releasing him, she slid to the ground. Her head was pounding from the hit. Movement was still happening around her, but she could not see who was where. The dizziness came out of nowhere.
“Joey.”
Someone knelt in front of her. “Chantal.”
Opening her eyes, she could only just make out Wazza, kneeling in front of her. “You need to stop them, Waz.”
After what felt like God knows how long, someone lifted her up. Curling into the heat of the body carrying her, she picked up Joey’s scent. “Sorry,” she mumbled.
“Nothing to be sorry about, babe. Wasn’t your fault.”
She heard a door open and Joey placed her on a soft surface. She heard people talking but couldn’t make out exactly what they were saying. Her name was mentioned several times, so was Dom’s name. The last thing she remembered hearing was the door closing beside her as everything went black.
******
Joey heard the crowd out in the bar, but he didn’t want to be out there. As the hours went by and he had nothing more to do in the office, he walked out to the main bar, and pulled to a complete stop.
Chantal was dancing against the main post in the building for several of the guys. What the hell was she thinking? As he approached, all the guys around the table moved in front of her. She was seriously going to get her ass spanked, that was for sure.
She should not have been there. He needed to get her out of there, before Dom found out what she was doing.
He didn’t like the fact that he dragged her out of the bar, towards his truck, but it was the only way to get her out of there. The only other way would have been to throw her over his shoulder like a caveman, but he knew that wouldn’t have gone down well, either.
He knew the guys with her followed them out of the bar, but was surprised when one of them punched him. That pissed him off, badly. As he was wrestling with one of them, Chantal jumped on his back, as he tackled him. Her heard her groan as she hit his truck, and watched in shock as the guy’s head connected with Chantal’s.
Her body slid off of him to the ground and all he saw was red. He could not stop the punches that he was throwing at the guy, until someone came up and pulled him away from him.
“Stop, Chantal doesn’t look too good,” the guy said to him.
Breathing heavy, he tried really hard to control it, but as he glanced Chantal’s way and saw her leaning against his truck, he was ready to kill them all. Moving past the guy that stopped him, he knelt down and lifted her up in her arms.
This is where he wanted her to be, but it was never going to happen, so he had to suck it up and accept whatever she would give him.
As he sat her in his truck, he turned around and pulled out his phone. He wasn’t looking forward to the conversation with Dom, telling him exactly what happened tonight.
“Is Chantal going to be alright?”
He frowned at the guy. “Who are you?”
“My name is Wazza.”
“What do you want with her?”
“She is only a friend, dude. I don’t bat that way.”
Ok, now he understood. “She will be once I get her home and with Dom.” He looked up his number, ready to dial.
“Who is Dom?”
“She belongs to him, Wazza. And he is going to be bloody pissed at what happened tonight.”
Lifting his phone to his ear, he waited for him to answer. No such luck—voicemail.
“It’s Dom, I’m not available right now, leave a message and I’ll get back to you when I can.”
Joey listened for the ungodly beeping sound, before he spoke into the phone. “Dom, I need you to call me back as soon as you get this message. Something went down at the bar tonight that you need to know about.”
Damn it, he did not want to tell Dom face to face. Turning around, he told the guy, “Wazza, I don’t have a problem with you, but if you want to be around Chantal, you will need to talk to Dominic. He is one possessive bastard.”
He nodded. “Ok. I can do that.”
“You will need to make it clear to him that you are gay. I don’t know if that will help, but it won’t hurt to tell him straight up.”
“Yep. Will do.”
“I’m going to get her home before any of the other guys that came with you want to have a go. I tell ya, you’re all lucky Dominic wasn’t here.”
Closing her door, he walked around and hoped in on his side. Looking over at her, he really hoped she was ok. He reached his hand out and moved her hair out of her face. She didn’t move or say anything. Turning on his side, he tapped her on the cheek. “Chantal?”
Still nothing. “Chantal?”
“Leave me alone,” she mumbled.
There she was. Starting the truck, he drove away from his bar, knowing full well tonight was going to be a long ass night.
Chapter 35
Chantal woke to someone banging on her door; well she hoped it was her door. As she sat up, her head throbbed. She remembered going to the bar last night, and a game of pool with Wazza, but after that, nothing.
Standing as best she could, she wobbled to her bedroom door. Damn, how much did I drink last night?
The pounding on the door was getting louder. “Shit, I’m coming. Hold your horses.”
She swore it took her forever to get to her front door and open it. “Hell, Chantal. You look like shit,” Skylar said as she walked inside.
“Trust me, I feel it.”
Sitting down at her breakfast bench, she waited for the coffee machine to brew. “What did you do last night?” Skylar asked.
“I remember going to the bar. Drinking, and playing a game of pool with Wazza.”
“Who is that?”
“Wazza?”
Skylar nodded.
“He is a friend of Joel’s.”
“Ok. So you went out last night, and only can remember so much, right?”
She had blurry images, but couldn’t make out what they were. “Yep. My mind is blank. Damn, where is my phone.”
Maybe there was something there. She tipped the contents out of her bag onto the couch, flicking stuff here and there, until she finally found it. Sitting down, she swiped the screen on front and nothing. What?
She tried again, and still nothing was coming up. Shit, she forgot to charge it last night. And thinking of last night, why hadn’t Dom come over like he said. He did say he was coming over after his meeting that is why she went to the bar with Joel, to kill some time. But after that, she seriously could not think. Maybe he did come over and left early this morning. She wouldn’t know if he had been in her bed. He never left anything behind, nothing, zilch.
Standing up sort of wobbly, she walked the best she co
uld into her room, and yelled back at Skylar. “Need to charge my phone. Then we can go through my options for tonight.”
Once the charger was in, she walked over towards her closet and removed all her choices for tonight. Just thinking about it made her giddy.
With everything laid out and coordinated, so it was easy to tell what went with what, she grabbed Skylar and they both came back into her room. Skylar sat down in the only chair and watched as Chantal dressed in one item at a time.
It came down to three outfits; they had changed a top from one pile and pants from another to make the last three. After four hours of disliking, changing and adding, the perfect outfit for the night was done. They settled on knee-high red boots, a short black skirt with slits up both thighs—easy access—and the top was a dark purple piece of material that covered her front and tied together with an elastic string across the back.
Pretty easy to tear away from my body. She giggled. Everything to do with the outfit was easy. Looking at the clock, she had still several hours to go before she could even think about getting ready.
They both had decided on going over certain sites, to find more lingerie for her store. Having Skylar’s help was a definite plus. The knowledge she had from Stacy’s shop had helped her a great deal. After only being open for a short time, she had established an amazing clientele, with the help of course from her mother, which both her and Skylar knew. Plus with Stacy closing down, all of her clients had come her way.
She loved every moment of it so far. She had never thought that it would be anything like this. But it was more than what she had dreamed of. When she had spent way past her budget, which she did not care, it was close enough to the time she needed to get ready. After saying goodbye to Skylar, she jumped in the shower, not missing an inch of her body with her scented wash, and shaved her legs and tidied up her between her thighs.
She needed to make an appointment to see the beautician at the end of the week. She would have done it already but knew full well having sex or any kind of sexual activity after being waxed hurt like a bitch.
Standing in her room, in only her thong, she switched on her phone. As it came alive, there were several text messages from Joel, one from Wazza, and a voicemail from Dom. She hit the retrieve button and waited to listen.
