Obsessively Yours (Joe & Ella 1)

I gave him a playful punch and then laughed. It felt good to laugh after all my shitty luck just lately. I grabbed my shopping bags from our lunchtime trip, full of dresses, lingerie and other goodies to help transform me into a Goddess tonight. I was pumped and ready to let off some steam after a week from hell. This weekend would be the opposite, I was determined. Hedonistic was the word, I grinned in anticipation. I was going to unleash my inner slut and Adam was going to be buried in the graveyard of assholes in my mind. Never again to resurface and slay me.

Friday night was just what the doctor ordered. A good old slag off session about the exes in our life followed by a moan about how bad the choice of males were in the bar tonight, resulting in a whole lot of drunk dancing and flirting with guys we had absolutely no intention of ever taking seriously. We were just glad of the practise with our flirting techniques. We decided that Saturday night would be our night. We were going to hit a club and really ‘give it large’ as they say. The flirty threesome were on a mission this weekend.

Saturday evening came and we danced around to Jax Jones’s ‘Instruction’ as we drank wine and got ourselves ready. Chris tended to my hair creating a waterfall of blonde bouncing curls to spiral down my back and over my shoulders. I wore my new berry red Bardot style mini dress that clung to me like a second skin. I’d caught the sun recently and my shoulders glowed a light brown. The dress made me feel sexy and brought the devil out in me, a feeling I wasn’t afraid of embracing tonight. Robyn lent me a handbag to match the colour of my dress and once we were all ready we gulped down the last of the wine and danced off to the waiting cab to get the party started.

The club was called XS and by some miracle or fate, the doorman called the three of us forward and let us past the rope without having to endure the queue. The place was out of this world. There were huge screens around the walls and gold chandeliers on the ceiling. In the middle of the dancefloor, coming out of the floor like a rocket or space ship was the DJ booth, and gold and cream leather private booths were dotted around the outside with sofas to lounge on and waitress service. Above the dancefloor we could see the VIP area with highbrow city types, sportsmen and wannabe models stalking about looking perfectly made up and composed. That was the opposite of what we felt like being tonight, tonight was all about the dancefloor and fun.

We headed to the bar and started off with a couple of shots of tequila each to keep the buzz going before ordering our main drinks. The DJ starting playing Tiesto’s ‘Jackie Chan’ and we danced our way to the floor to let the music take us over. The three of us waved our arms in the air and swayed to the beat. Each of us taking it in turns to grind up to Chris and play out our little routines we always did when we were together.

I felt a prickle on my neck and looked round to see if I was being watched but I couldn’t see anything so I put it down to the anticipation of the night and closed my eyes. I was the old me again and I loved it. I’d missed her.

The DJ announced a retro hour and Pussycat Dolls ‘buttons’ came booming through the speakers to cheers from the crowd, the screens showing us their sexy moves. Robyn and I did our version of the dance, jiggling up to Chris and anyone else we were standing next to. Some guy behind me grabbed my hips and pulled them into him, but I shrugged him off and slid over to Chris wrapping my arms around his neck and singing the words into his face as if I was asking him to ‘loosen up my buttons’ for real. He skimmed his hands over me like I was his and I laughed throwing my head back and then jumped up to wrap my legs around his waist. I dropped down in his front and turned my back on him dancing away and shaking my hips.

That’s when the first crack or pop sounded over the club. Some people stopped dancing to look around and then we heard it louder, ‘pop, pop, pop’ and then screams, blood curdling screams coming from the direction of the main doors. The place erupted into utter chaos with people pushing to get off the dancefloor and trampling over anyone who got in their way. I looked round frantically to see if I could find Robyn or Chris but I couldn’t see them. I was jolted in the side and lost my footing falling onto the ground as a guy ran over me with no care for my safety; it was each man for himself. What the hell was going on?

I felt arms circle around me from behind and I was yanked back and into a chest. I didn’t fight, I was too stunned to comprehend what was happening. A familiar American voice spoke into my ear.

“I need to get you out of here, now.”

“But Robyn, Chris…” I argued.

“They’ll be fine, but we have to go. Now.” Joe picked me up in his arms and pushed against the flow of the crowd heading for the front doors, he was going in the opposite direction towards the back of the club.

“Where are we going?” I asked.

“Back door, it’s quicker.” He said darting his eyes around him to check for any dangers.

“What’s going on?” I asked in a daze.

“Someone’s got a gun past security. A guy was shot by the front bar. We need to get out of here before the police show up.”

I couldn’t digest what he was saying. Guns? We were in the U.K, guns weren’t something we usually had to worry about. Joe reached a door marked private and pushed his way through it and into a corridor. I started trembling and he put me back on my feet and took his suit jacket off and draped it around my shoulders. He grabbed my hand and walked us towards another larger steel door that lead to an alley at the back of the club. Joe’s range rover was parked up there. It beeped open and he pushed me in the passenger seat leaning over me to buckle me up before sprinting round to the driver’s side and speeding off.

The sound of police sirens echoed behind us. Neither one of us spoke as he drove through the dark city streets. I had no idea where we were headed and quite frankly I couldn’t care less as long as we were away from that club.

My mobile made the familiar ping of an incoming text message which told me that Robyn and Chris had made it out of the club and were safe. With shaking hands I texted back to tell them I was ok and I was heading home in a cab. I looked across at Joe next to me.

“What were you doing there tonight?”

“Saving you.” He replied.

I looked out the window not recognising any of the shops or buildings around us, “where are you taking me?”

“Somewhere safe.” He turned to glance in my direction and then back to the road in front of us. I didn’t have a clue what was going on in that head of his, but he obviously didn’t think my house was a safe place. I could see he was clenching his jaw and I could see a slight pulse in his neck. Was he angry right now? Had I done the right thing leaving with him tonight?

He pulled into an underground car park and parked up into a space next to a lift. He switched the engine off and without hesitation he jumped out of the car and round to my side. He held my hand confidently as he pulled me out of the car and strode purposefully towards the lift. He slipped a type of credit card from his back pocket and used it to swipe through a box at the side of the lift and open the doors. We walked in and he dropped my hand as he scanned his card against a small screen inside and it started to make the ascent to what I assumed was the top floor; the penthouse. I stood still, my heart beat in my throat beating so loud I was sure he could hear it from where he stood.

Suddenly he growled “Fuck it,” and instantly he was on me. Pushing me up against the wall of the lift with his whole body. He kissed me hard slipping his tongue past my lips and danced his tongue with mine groaning like a starving man. His hands were in my hair, pulling, yanking, then snaking down my back to cup my ass and pull my hips into him. I grabbed onto his shoulders hanging on for dear life, he was devouring me and I was loving it, I never wanted him to stop.

He kissed down my neck, biting and licking and making me gasp and groan in pleasure. All my senses on overload and lost to the delicious sensations he was creating. The lift chimed to tell us we were at our destinati

on and Joe pulled back, his eyes hooded in lust looking at me like he was a feral predator and I was his prey. He grabbed my hands and yanked me out of the lift, down a corridor and towards a door. The dominance with which he was moving turned me on and I was shaking with desire for him. I wanted him so badly I couldn’t wait any longer.

He put the card against another black box on the wall and the door clicked open to reveal a stunning open plan penthouse. Floor to ceiling windows ran along the one side of the apartment showcasing the city in all its splendour, twinkling lights and iconic buildings a back drop for this beautiful home to enjoy. Hints of silver, grey and white around the room, chrome and steel to add the masculine touch. The door slammed behind us and he threw me up against it.

“I want you so badly I can’t stop.” He gasped, “Please don’t tell me to stop.” He begged as he kissed down my neck making my eyes roll into the back of my head. How the hell could I stop this now? I was as desperate as he was.

“Don’t stop.” I managed to breathe out, as I ran my fingers through his hair and pulled on his neck to bring his lips down harder on me.