<When it's time to party, we party hard eh!>

|Jadesola|

Friday, June 25, 2021

"HARDER! I need more," a drunk girl beside me shouted, her loud voice mingling with the booming music that permeated the club.

"More, DJ, more!" She stood, flailing her arms wildly as her body moved to every beat pouring from the speakers.

Again, remind me why I was in a nightclub? Ah, yes, to piss my insufferable boss.

I sat in a dark corner of the club, patiently waiting for Ryan to arrive with the drinks. Earlier, after the whole fiasco with Kian at the café, I'd told him about Kian's stupid rule. On a whim, Ryan decided to invite me out on a date. I mean, what other way than to mess Kian's rules? Our plan went along the lines of having fun, and letting him slip out the fact that I'd gone out with him, to Kian. Then watch Kian blow a casket because of our outing. Devious, I know.

Tapping a ring laden finger on the table, I scanned the rowdy area. Teeming with people, it was your average noisy party club. Same old vibrant and flashy lights, horny humans making out, those who were drunk either loitering in a daze or sleeping their asses out on sofas. Despite its raunchy vibes, the scene filled me with a sense of nostalgia. Days of working at my casino brought equally depraved situations to mind and believe me, I missed the heck out of that place.

Sad.

"I dig you, chica," a guy, whose breath stank like garbage, came into view.

Infuriated that someone had interrupted my train of thoughts, I peered up at the dude, disgust wrinkling my nostrils.

"I don't and that seat is taken," I told the bum when he made to sit down.

"Your loss, cherie.'" He stared at my braless chest, a creepy grin splitting his face into a smirk. Then the oloriburuku staggered off.

Damn men who couldn't seem to stop thinking with their dicks when they came across a woman. Shaking off the silly encounter, I retrieved my phone from the black clutch purse and scrolled through.

"Here is your Sex on The Beach, pretty." Ryan dropped the glasses of cocktails on the table just as he sat across from me.

I let go of my phone, returning it to my purse's hold. "Thanks."

"You're welcome," said Ryan. Hair packed in a man-bun, his hooded eyes twinkled with mischief as he lifted the leather jacket he had on him to place it behind his seat. Then, he scooted the chair aside and hunkered down.

"How's the party going?" He had to raise his voice, to be heard over the unruly yelling of the intoxicated crowd.

I drew the slightly full glass towards me. "Boring."

"Yeah, boring without me." Gulping down the wine, Ryan shot me a playful wink.

I laughed aloud, shaking my head in disagreement. As I lifted the cup to my lips coated in gloss, I recalled the off-point remark he'd made in my office.

"You know, yesterday, you said something about seeing me in Kian's pictures. . ." I trailed off, eying him. Something niggled at the back of my mind, a foreboding feeling. What if he was Kian's accomplice as well? Set to monitor my every move and report to him? Hmm.

Ryan rubbed the back of his neck, the awkward motion setting me on the edge. "That was a mistake. I meant the Kindle magazine. . . you know, you being a model and all that. As weird as it might seem, I'm a fan." If I wasn't so adept at knowing when people lied, I would have missed that slight tremble when he said Kindle.

But I decided to cease pushing on the subject so I teased, "My fan huh?"

"Yep," he chirped. "By the way, I never got to ask you about yourself and since we're out on a date, I might as well do the honors. So, where are you from?"

"Guess?" I bestowed a small smile at him, yet to drink my own wine.

"South Africa?" he quizzed, brows twisted as he pondered.

"Nah. Try again."

"Ghana?" His glass was almost empty now.

I cocked a carved brow, a bit miffed. "Really? Do I look Ghanian enough?"

He laughed, pure white teeth gleaming in the dark. "I would say no but I don't know how a Ghanian looks like. How about a little clue here?"

"My country's name starts with an N."

I gave him a while to think, lips curved in a little smirk as I observed him try to gather his thoughts.

"Niger!"

I rolled my eyes, a dramatic scoff escaping me. "Almost but not quite."

How hard could it be to say Nigeria? I mean there were only three African countries whose names started with N and considering how popular my place was, it shouldn't be so hard.

He groaned, falling back into his chair as both of his brows went up in disbelief. "What?! How about Nigeria then? If I fail this time, then I'm a certified dummy."

Finally. A smile tugged at the corners of my lips even though I was tempted to say no and make him admit to being a dummy, a charming one though. "Yes, Nigeria. Surprised you didn't get it at first try. How about you, where are you from?"

Adjusting his position back to before, he replied, blue eyes turned into an o, interest glinting in them, "Ouhhh. Nigeria. I like. I'm from Canada."

I inclined my head in acknowledgement. Eventually we began talking about our lives, little snippets of experiences we'd gone through. Ryan was a talker, a lively one at that. I even got to know that he'd gone to school with Kian and said cousin had been the resident bad boy, definitely no surprise there.

As we conversed, we drank, the lively music punctuating our discussion. With the way he was going through the wine though, I wasn't sure who would take me home tonight. I'd asked but he'd assured me that he could take his alcohol. Ngwanu na.

Already on his third drink, he inquired, "Were you dating someone before?"

All that camaraderie that existed between us evaporated, faded into the exicted air of the club, pure anger taking its place. Violence sat in my heart at the mention of that bastard. I gripped the cup's stem hard, dark rage churning in the pits of my stomach.

"Yeah. I was about to marry him but it turned out he was a stealing, lying, dirtbag. Can we not talk about him?"

"Sorry.' His expression turned contrite. "I wasn't aware my question would offend you."

I gave a slight nod. "It's alright."

Staring at the wine in my cup, a sudden urge to drink some more and forget the haunting past thrummed though me. "How about a toast?"

Raising the wine cup towards his direction, I bided my time, waiting for him to mimic my actions. Clinking noises met our ears as our glasses touched. "Cheers to annoying the heck out of Kian!"

"Cheers to making Kian so mad that he'll fire me!"

In one swallow, I downed the fizzy drink. All the dark recollections withered, shoved into the darkest part of my mind as the drink took its position. A warm sensation filing me, tingles running down my body. Weightless. Relaxed.

"Wanna dance?" I asked after a while. The party was getting even intense, hotter. A stream of feet tapping afrobeat commenced and my body reacted, piqued and eager to dance to it.

Ryan grinned, a cheeky look manning his striking face. "Why not?"

He stretched his palm out and I let my hand fall into it. He possessed a snug grasp as he led me round the table, past the throngs of people and to the dance floor.

Soon, I found myself lost in the beat, writhing and shaking my body to the rhythm. Ryan was by my side, more like a body guard than a dance partner as he stood akimbo, arms crossed, just tapping a foot to the music's flow.

And here I thought he knew how to have fun.

As I gyrated in reckless abandon, my bodycon skirt traveled up my thighs but I was always quick to tug it down. Since there were loads of half-naked girls out as well, I wasn't bothered about being the center of attention. Although, whenever the blasted skirt rode up, I noted Ryan glance down when he assumed I wasn't watching. He was always quick to avert his appraisal though. Ever the gentleman.

Surpressing a smug smile, I twirled even more, careful not to rub against Ryan. I didn't want him getting the wrong memo- that I was interested in him or something.

When there was a lull in the music, he whisper-shouted, "Hold on, let me go refill my glass."  Then he left.

Now on my own, I didn't dance much, more intent on not bumping into anyone. A few times, it felt like someone was watching me, the hair on my neck tingling, my hackles raised. Craning my head to and fro, I searched but the only scene that met me was people having a fun time. Weird.

Chucking the odd feeling away, I decided to head back to Ryan's and I table.

Just as I was about to move, someone grabbed my arm, digging deep. I whirled in the person's direction.

"You're here, I don't feel o—" I started but became mute when I faced the person.

One moment he was staring at me, the next he held me in a tight lock, dragging me across the multitude of people and into a darkened lounge- most definitely the vip lounge.

He drove me further into the room, pushing me in till my back met the glass wall. Annoyed, I wrestled, buckling my arms and legs as I tried to twist away from his hold. It was a surprise my hair hadn't fallen out of the bun I'd styled it in with all my trembles and quakes.

"What were you doing with Ryan?" Kian snarled, arms caging me even tighter. His muscles bunched as they heaved with the effort of trying to control my erratic movements.

"You were the one watching me," I bit out acidly, still scuffling but he cuffed me. Damn him. No wonder I'd felt eyes on my skin. This motherfucker had been the one leering at me.

He towered over me, eyes flaming, jaw ticking. His chest, donned in a tight t-shirt wrapped tight around his abs, heaved. A savage picture. This was the first time I was seeing him in something other than a business attire. Even though he was a CEO, with the way he wore suits every day, you'd think he was born in one.

"That's not the answer to my question, Miss Jadesola!" His enraged tone was higher now, even the hairs on my skin rose. "What were you doing with him?!"

"Ajuju nnwale." Casting a dark look at the bloody sucker, I pushed at him but he stood, not budging. Fuck him.

"You wore this?" He ran those cold eyes of his down my attire, his perverted assessment lingering at my exposed thighs and the vee of my heaving breasts. "To dance with a fellow colleague??! Were you not concerned he would see this as an invitation to fuck you? Is that what you were aiming for? A cheap fuck?"

"Yes I did!" The scorn in his words riled me, anger blazing a way for me to display my righteous fury. "Who ever the fuck I dance or go out with doesn't concern you in any fucking way! And if I want to fuck Ryan, I bloody can!"

"Now get out of my way!" I added, irritated by his annoying presence. How dare he insinuate that I was a cheap whore?!

Propelling my balled handz on his broad chest, I shoved with all my might. To my amazement, he lost his balance and lurched backwards to the sofa behind him. Because his hand was wrapped around my waist, I toppled along with him.

"Oomph!" he grunted in the same second I fell on him.

Although his body had cushioned our fall, the fall made me realize two things. First, my boss was hard. Second, he didn't have a one inch dick.

We gazed at each other in that short moment we laid together. Roving my eyes across his handsome features, I noticed that fiery glint in those azure orbs of his were dimmed, fierce desire glowing in them. He was burning in lust and so was I.

My unbound breast, rubbed against his chest, the friction making my nipples turn hard, a slow burn settling in my lower belly. I tried not to, yet I still took note of how rigid his body felt beneath mine, my own body responding to his.

Fuck. Heads up Jadesola!

Catching myself, I began fighting for freedom from his warm embrace, anew. As I struggled, my extremely short gown hiked so low that I knew if someone was witness to this, my red thong would be on display. Luckily, no one else was in here. No one but him, that is.

Striving to get off him, I realized that my movements were affecting him in a not so good way. Enlightened by that sneaky info, a mischievous smirk coated my expression as I pretended to move, wriggling around on him.

"What are you doing?" Kian groaned, his hands reaching to cup my bum. The heat of his palms on my bare cheek bum scorched me, the sly plans I had in mind almost withering into thin air.

In a soft tone, I whispered, "Hands off."

To my surprise, he obliged, the loss of his touch leaving me aching. But I needed to focus. Show him who was the actual master.

I slid an inch, making sure my ass grazed a path down to his crotch. "To answer your question. . ."

Kian's chest rose and fell, his entire focus enraptured by my agonizing motion.

"About what I was doing with Ryan. . ." As I talked, I took him in. He was breathing hard, hooded blue eyes fixed on me.

"Well, I was humping his dick," Another gasp left his lips when I rubbed my ass on his lower half.  The rough material of his jeans, as it stuck to my skin, heightened my arousal, the scratchy feeling eliciting more moisture to my pussy.

"Just." Inching further, I slipped my hands underneath his shirt, my fingers meeting his well formed abs. Caressing them, I reached for his nipples.

"Like." I rolled my hip in a circular motion, already in contact with his cock. Through the layers of clothes between us, he throbbed, and I taunted him with every chance I got. Grinding. Sliding. Sensually twisting.

"This." As I humped him, I tugged on his nipples, wishing it was mine that was being played with at the moment. But I would be damned before I let him feel me.

"Miss Jadesola—" he started, fingers clenched. I saw the willpower it took in him not to moan.

"Shhhh, master. Let me show you what I did to Ryan." I continued rolling my waist, meeting his erection and gliding my engorged clit over him. In response, his cock grew even harder, straining against his trouser.

"Fuck, you're messing with my mind, you little witch," Kian groaned, huffing. He attempted to rise but I held him down, humping his clothed dick as slow as I could.

"Please," he moaned, voice hoarse. I shivered. His eyes were lidded, a slow fire burning. "Let me touch you. Feel you."

"No." Abruptly, I stopped, withdrawing my hands. He'd closed his eyes, chest still heaving, a fine film of sweat beading on his forehead.

I trailed a hand down his clothed abdomen, enjoying the torture I was inflicting on this poor man. "And you know the best part, I would have done more, maybe even kissed him. . ."

He pried his eyes open, eyes that clearly said fuck me, his lips moist and slightly apart.

I gazed at his lips with erotic intent, their plumpness, inviting me to kiss them. I bent my head forward and—

"There you are," Ryan cut in. I scrambled up immediately, like I hadn't just been about to kiss my boss.

He looked at Kian's crotch, then at me and a knowing smile lit his face. "Sorry, I seem to have caught you guys at the wrong time."

Pretend nothing happened, Jadesola. Just pretend.

"No you didn't." Kian was quick to recover. He had buttoned his shirt properly and adjusted the zip of his trousers.

"For someone who says my touch makes her skin crawl, you sure was doing more than touching." Casting one dark but steamy look in my direction, he stalked away. Ryan in tow but not before he gave me a quick wink.

I sat on the sofa, clothes in disarray. My hands still shaking from the impact of what I'd just done and was yet to do. Berating myself, I adjusted my clothes.

As I smoothed the last wrinkle, one question played in my head. What had he even been doing here in the first place?

A/N: Hello people!!!!!! Ik ik I keep on saying that I am sorry. I really am. Really. And I want to actually finish this book this year. Hopefully. I have 50+ chapters to add.🥺 Yet, I am still in chapter 17. Sigh. We'll get there, I just know it. Btw, what are your thoughts? Do you actually like this story? Again, this is just the beginning of their steamy interactions btw.🌚❤️

Kian's pov comes next!

Nita.❤️