Day 5: Try shower sex. Be extra soapy but use caution. Water-based lube (not shower water or soap) is advised.

Chapter dedication: earth-boundmisfit

Song recommendation for the chapter:  For the first half of the chapter: Jealous - Nick Jonas.

For the second half of the chapter Sweet but psycho - Ava Max. 🎶🎶🎶  (you'll see why).

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By the time evening came around, they were exhausted and sweaty and deeply sated.

They'd done it everywhere they could think of. The kitchen, the bathroom, the guests room, the hallway and finally the bedroom. Chris' stamina was ah-mazing. There was simply no word for how he took her with finesse and lovingly.

It was sex and love making all combined into one hot bombshell.

It was only when Chris reminded her of the fact that she was the one to suggest where they were going tonight did she roll out of bed to shower. The shower— the third one she was taking in the space of twelve hours— was a slow leisure one. She relished in the beautiful melody her body sang and the hickeys she spotted on her belly. By the time she got to the room, a new outfit, dark suede ankle-length boots and a Victoria Secrets bag was laid out on the bed for her.

Chris was nowhere in sight. Lee dried her body and her hair. She styled it into a ponytail with short bangs. Then she wore the nude thong and the matching lace bra that was in the bag. The off-the-shoulder short sleeved blouse with Lacy cape was tucked into the black pleated skirt with a hemline that stopped above her knees.

Lee grabbed her purse before sitting in front of the dresser to coat her dry face with light makeup. She was applying a nude lipstick when Chris entered the room.

"Hey," he said as he stopped behind her. A smile tugged on his lips when their eyes met in the mirror. "You look gorgeous."

Lee spun on the seat to face him with a cheeky smile. "You're not so bad yourself, Mr. Ross."

Chris was wearing a black crewneck sweater under an expensive wool herringbone jacket and Corneliani Brogues under tan slacks with razor sharp creases. His hair was brushed to give the illusion of a just out-of-bed style. He looked so yummy and handsome.

"Are you ready to leave?"

Lee stood up, kissed his mouth and zipped her purse after stuffing her compact power case and lipstick in it. "Now, I am ready."

With a playful swat on her behind as she sashayed before him, they left the condo with the lights turned off and doors locked. The elevator ride down to the underground garage was silent and comfortable. Neither of them felt the need to fill the silence with unnecessary chatter. Chris led her to a white Koenigsegg Agera and she silently marveled at the sleek interior until they were on the road leading to the heart of Harlem.

"Wow." She fingered the soft, white leather seat. "This car is beautiful."

He raised a brow. "Really? If you think this is beautiful then wait until you see the Lamborghini Aventador I got from my parents on my twenty-ninth birthday."

"Ah. Boys and their toys."

He chuckled at her statement. "Yes, boys and their toys. We like 'em curvy, sleek and beautiful."

"Are we still talking about cars?" She narrowed her eyes at him, a playful smile tugged her lips to the right.

"I don't know what you're talking about." He slowed down when they hit traffic few blocks to their destination. "I probably shouldn't ask since I know you won't tell me, but I will try."

She nodded at him.

"Where are we going?"

She laughed. "Nice try, Mr. Ross. I think you should know now that I will not tell you anything. After all, that's why it's called a surprise, isn't it?"

He laughed as he pressed his foot down on the accelerator the minute the traffic light changed to green. Soon he was pulling into the parking lot of a club with neon words in block letters above it. It read: Paris Blues.

"Is this a strip club?" Chris asked skeptically. "Is that why you were so secretive?"

Lee slapped his arm. "I am not so stupid as to choose a strip club on a date night. Besides, didn't your teacher ever tell you not to judge a book by it's cover?"

It wasn't until she saw the pleased look on Chris's face that she realized what she just said. A date night? 

Wow. Just wow.

"Come on, let's go in." She escaped from the car and started towards the entrance without waiting for him.

Chris caught up with her at the door, pulled her into his arms and gave her a kiss that had her toes curling in her boots. Lee loosed herself in his taste, her hands moving to cup his firm buttocks through his slacks. She jerked him against her until their groins were mashed together. Chris' startled breath was swallowed into her mouth as she ravished him with the same passion he exuded.

Soft giggling sounds penetrated the fog of lust that settled over them and they jerked away from each other. Lee blinked at the sight of two ladies few feet away from them — one was ginger haired and the other was a slim leggy blonde— giggling and making cute eyes at them.

Her cheeks heated up hotly when she saw that the bouncer was staring at them with barely concealed humor. His eyes told of the fact that he was used to experiencing a public display of lust.

Lee escaped into the club with a squeak and didn't stop until she was at the bar where a girl with dyed blue hair was mixing drinks like a pro bartender. There was a lull in the traffic at the bar since so many patrons were already seated at tables with their partners and friends. Waiters attended to people pushing carts and carrying trays with food and drinks.

"Hey, lassie." The bartender grinned at her. "What's a beauty like yourself doing at the bar all by yourself all dressed up like that on a Friday night?"

The leer the bartender gave her told Lee all she needed to know. The woman was lesbian and wasn't afraid of getting slapped for hitting on a straight woman. Lee liked the woman already.

"I came in to see the jazz show. I heard a new band would be coming in tonight."

"Ah, yes. It's their first time playing in any jazz bar, so I hope they do okay. Melanie's the name."

"Ledia, but my friends call me Lee." She leaned forward. "How many piercings do you have?" She nodded at the piercings that seemed to dominate the girls face.

She had a snake bite, one ear was pierced and displayed tiny studs in each hole while the other only had one piercing with a large silver hoop earring dangling from it. The left eye brow sported a Ruby jewel.

Melanie eyed her, her lips quirked up at the corners. "Want me to take a break and show you in the bathroom?"

"She's not alone," said a familiar voice from behind her. "She's with me." The possessiveness was as clear as the sky on a summer day.

The bartender ran her tongue over the piercing on her bottom lip and regarded Chris thoughtfully.

She decided to ignore him instead. "What will you be having?" She asked Lee.

"I want cocktail. Any suggestions?" Lee directed the question at the bartender but Chris answered instead.

He wrapped his arms around her shoulders and said, "You should have a glass of Cosmo."

Melanie scoffed. "If you're looking for fun, lassie, then I suggest you take a glass of Painkiller instead." She laughed at the look of surprise on Lee's face. "It's not actually painkillers made into drinks." She moved away to make the drink.

Chris sat on the stool beside Lee with a frown on his face. "I don't like her."

"Obviously." Lee rolled her eyes. "She's trying to steal what's yours so you can't like her, right?"

He grumbled.

Lee patted his cheek tenderly. "Don't worry, my dear Christopher. I am yours, remember?"

Chris' answer was to pull her off the stool, into his arms and kiss her so hotly that her head became light and her vision swam. He pulled away first with satisfied smile.

Melanie met Lee's bewildered gaze, rolled her eyes and handed a cocktail glass with creamy light orange liquid in it. "You should find a seat now, the show will begin in an hour and the seats will be filled by then." Her smirk told Chris a little display of ownership didn't phase her one bit.

Lee had to bite her lower lip to keep from laughing when Chris led her away from the bar. They found a seat in the left wing of the room which have them a clear view of the stage and provided privacy at the same time.

Chris pulled out her chair for her, waited until she was seated before pushing it in a bit, then he sat across from her. "The girl can't take a fucking hint."

"She's merely getting a rise out of you Chris. She knows I'm not batting for her team."

"Yeah. Which was why she was slobbering all over the bar table and eyeing your breasts like it's the fucking last supper."

Lee did laugh now. She managed to contain her mirth by raising her glass to her lips and taking a sip from the glass. She hummed in appreciation. "Now this is what I call a pumped up Pinâ colada."

Chris frown didn't evaporate completely, but he nodded in agreement. "It's a blend of pusser's navy rum, cream of coconut, pineapple juice, and orange juice. A perfect blend of fruit and booze."

"Is there any drink you don't know?"

"No. I know a lot, but still haven't tasted some so I can't say I know every drink," he said. "What do you want to order for dinner?"

Lee plucked the laminated menu from its plastic holder and perused it. After few minutes, she put it back with a sigh. "You're the expert." Lee swallowed the content of her glass in three gulps.

Chris' smile was that of a satisfied cat as he signalled a waiter over to their table.

"Good evening folks," The brown haired man, with the name tag 'Steven', said. "What can I get you two this evening?"

"Two plates of beef and mushroom with mashed potatoes, the Italian spiral meat loaf and saucy pork chop skillet." Chris nodded at her empty glass. "Do you still want cocktail or we should ask for a bottle of wine instead?"

"Cocktail. But I want another flavour."

He shook his head before facing the stressed waiter. "One glass of Hanky Panky and Dark 'n' stormy. Also, two bottles of sparkling water."

The waiter hurried off after promising them to be back in few minutes with their order. At the top of the stairs by The Formations echoed from the clubs speaker and the air was filled with chatters and the noise of utensils against plates. The club was bathed in soft gold and blue lights complimenting the dark marbled walls and matching dark tiles. The chairs were wooden, but soft and the tables were covered with stripped blue covers designed with floral flowers. A vase with fresh white roses sat on the center of the table.

All in all, Paris Blues was laid back, romantic and cozy.

"Who's your favourite literature author?" Chris asked, starting a conversation to keep them engaged while they waited for the live Jazz band and food to arrive.

"Dickens."

"Figured." He chuckled. "Why not Shakespeare?"

Lee shuddered. "I don't like his books. Many of them ended sadly and it's sad to say that his own life, too, was a tragedy."

"Yeah."

"But when I think about the man," she continued. "I can't help but feel that his being an introvert also added to his own sad ending."

"Why do you say that?"

"He was practically a recluse. Maybe if he'd reached out to people, any one, then they would have assisted him in one way or another."

Chris hummed. "We humans have no way of knowing what the future holds for us. I can't say I blame Shakespeare, because no one knew what he was going through at the time. We only know what the media wants us to know and what was written in the history about him."

"I know. It's just so sad that his books sold long after his demise. He didn't even enjoy the fruit of his labour and now his books are used for literatures all over the world. I pray I never end up that way."

"No one prays to end up that way."

Lee nodded. "I have to hit the powder room real quick. Be back in a sec."

"Come back early or I will eat your share of food along with mine." He teased.

She laughed as she pushed her chair back, got to her feet and grabbed her purse. "You wouldn't dare try it for the fear of ending up in the ER."

Chris' laugh reached her ears as she walked towards the back of the room. Melanie winked at her as she passed and Lee rewarded her with an air kiss. Thankfully, the room was empty and Lee entered one of the stalls to do her business. After she was done, she returned to the basin to wash her hands.

The door opened and someone walked in. The woman stopped beside Lee and began to apply a cherry red lipstick to her already painted full, pouty lips. The woman was beautiful. Her dyed lavender hair was weaved into six neat cornrows that stopped at the middle and joined the other strands in a braided ponytail. Her lashes were full and her eyes were grass green. The eyeliner and eye-shadow she wore made her eyes look smoky and sexy as hell. Small upturned nose boasted of a sapphire stud above the right nostril. Her hour glass figure would put Kim Kardashian's to shame, and would make Cardi B and Nicki Minaj weep with envy.

Her size b-cup breasts were transparent through the sheer floor-length gown she wore. Her panties was the only thing she had underneath the dress. Her heels were miles high and was probably expensive. She exuded the raw power and confidence of a woman who knew she was sexy and could own it.

Their eyes met in the mirror. The woman screwed on the cover of her Fenty lipstick with a smirk. "Darrrhling!" She purred.

Like, a cat that was being rubbed down kind of purr. Sweet Jesus. Who the hell was she?

"You may think you finally have him, but he is not and will never be yours." Her smile was shark-y. "My advice is to enjoy it while it lasts because once he's done with you, honey, you'd wish you never mingled with the rich."

Lee frowned at her. "Who are you and what in the world are you talking about? "

"Oh, dear, such naïveté," she tsked. "Poor you. In this world of money and power, you'll be wrung dry and tossed out. Street rats like you have no place in the high society."

Lee fisted her hands by her side and stepped closer to the rude woman until few inches separated them. "Listen here woman. I don't know who the hell you think you are and why you're calling me a street rat but if I were you I'd watch my mouth. At least I am poor, yet you don't see me attacking the rich. In case you missed it, you're downtown, miss richie-rich."

Her expression remained calm as if she knew something Lee didn't. "Ah, you'll see. Christopher Ross is not the man for you. I am generous and patient enough for him to sleep with you because I know he'd toss you out of his life as soon as he gets tired of you."

"You—"

"No, you listen to me!" The perfect mask fell away to reveal the Cruella de ville under the smooth exterior. " Christopher is mine. I did not wait patiently all this time for me to loose him to a riffraff like you." Her features smoothed into a smile. "Watch your back, honey, you never know who's behind you."

Lee could only gape at the loony. The girl was a psycho certified. One moment she was a viper the next she was a dove. Who was she anyway and what did she mean by high society?

"See you around, Ledia Arden." She blew her a kiss and walked out.

What the fuck just happened?

A/N:

A little bit of drama coming up. Who did you think she is?

QTOC: If you were the one accosted in a public bathroom by a total stranger what will you do?

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