CHAPTER 16 – CAN SOMETHING THAT FEELS SO WRONG, BE SO RIGHT?


“I, I have to go” Arora said stumbling backwards
“What if I wanted you to stay?” Nick questioned, his voice light and gentle, unsure even of his own words
“I can’t Nick, we can’t” Arora sighed turning to walk back the way she’d come, as fast as she could
Nick watched, wanting to run after, but knowing it would prove only hurtful. He sulked away into the forthcoming darkness, wondering how he’d gotten himself into this.

~ LATER THAT NIGHT ~

“God I cant believe I have to go to these under 21 places” Tatum laughed as they exited another ‘tame’ nightclub for the underage.
“Sad isn’t it?” Alika laughed
“Argh, and you know what? I'm still bloody completely sober” Tatum announced

“Well, well fancy meeting you here” a voice sounded from behind them
They spun around to see Howie walking out from one of the nightclubs just down the road a bit.
“Hey Howie, long time, no see” Alika smiled warmly
“What are you girls up to?”
“Trying to get a damn drink” Tatum laughed
From behind Howie appeared Kevin, with the same blond latched onto his arm. Tatum felt the unusual feeling she left before surging through her veins – she was jealous.
“Well you obviously don’t know the back way into these clubs” Howie winked “Come on, we’ll get you girls in”

They strolled down the bustling street, Kevin and Kristen sulking behind, giggling and talking to each other. Tatum leaned in on Howie placing her arm around his shoulders. Howie turned his head to look at Tatum, but she smiled as if nothing was wrong.

~ AT THE SAME TIME ~

Arora lay in a trance on the top of her bed, starring up into space, thinking about everything and nothing at all. It was astonishing how things could BE so wrong, yet the feel right. Her cell phone, lying helpless on the floor beside her bed, began to ring its familiar tone. She leaned down, scooping in into her hands and answered it with a simple “Hello?”

“Have a nice walk?” a voice inquired
“Who is this?” Arora replied
“Someone who knows”
“Really? That’s Nice, now fuck off” Arora snapped, annoyed with some of the calls she received
“But maybe this is what I deserve, for thinking about Nick when I shouldn't be. I see him and Bianca and I know in my heart I’m happy for them, but sometimes I wish it was me.... god I hate myself for this. Isn’t that what you said?”
Arora shuddered hearing her own thoughts come from someone else’s mouth.
“I don’t know who you are, or why you find this amusing, but you are seriously sick”
“I’m not after you Arora, if I was, you’d already be mine. It’s not you I want”
“Then what do you want?”
“To make you all suffer. All for one, one for all” he laughed before hanging up
Arora starred down at the phone, as she suspected the phone number of the caller had been blocked.

~ TWO HOURS LATER ~

Tatum sipped back another martini as her and the others sat at a darkened corner of the bustling nightclub. They’d been in and out of some of the hottest spots in town, and always through the back way with the boys, well proving illegal, it also proved quite successful.
“So then like my rich parents are going to go ballistic then I run off with the hot renegade guy” Tatum spoke, blabbing future plot lines from Play Girls
“Sounds ah, entertaining” Howie smirked, still quite sober
Tatum looked around the club. Alika had left about 5 minutes ago, claiming she needed some fresh air, but would come back later. Kevin and Kristen were at the same table, though oblivious to anyone around them. Tatum sucked the olive from the martini, wrapping it around her tongue with ease. She looked over at Kevin, then back at Howie, she was about to make some entertainment alright. Kevin looked around, and taking the opportunity Tatum lunged forward onto Howie, her lips against his in a rigorous fashion, her eye slowly slithered open, looking around for the reaction she was getting – there was a look of horror on Kevin’s face.
“Perfect” she thought to herself as she dragged her nails down the length of Howies body.

~ AT THE SAME TIME ~

Alika strolled into one of the 24-7’s littered around the area and headed straight for the snack isle, there was something about smoke infested nightclubs that made her long for food. She lined up behind a buff guy who had his back turned to her and a black beenie on his head, though he seemed so familiar.
“Matt?” Alika inquired, as she could have sworn it was him
He spun around, and once realizing it was Alika his face seemed shocked
“Alika, oh um, hey” he spluttered
“What on earth are you doing in Florida? You don’t have to come down till later” she smiled
“Well I um, have relatives down here, I wanted to see them” he smiled awkwardly
“Oh, where abouts are you staying?”
“Ah, with them. Shoot look I gotta go” he announced after briefly staring down at his watch “I’ll see you later” he smiled pecking her cheek softly
She waved as he ran out and into the dark night.
“Strange, I didn’t think he had family down this way” she thought to herself as she paid for the snack she’d bought

~AT THE SAME TIME~

There was a gentle knock on the front door as Arora sat in the lounge, unable to sleep, her eyes barely fixating on the TV in front of her. Bianca had called Nick about and hour ago, they had been talking ever since. Arora tried not to hear the conversation, as the way Bianca cooed over Nick made her loath herself even more. She pulled herself up slowly from the couch, and made her way across the almost dark room to the front door. Peering through the peep hole she saw Brian standing on the other side. She hugged the dressing gown closer to her body as she unlocked the door, and opened it.
“Hey, sorry did I get you up?” he questioned the light from the porch shining down on his smiling face.
“No, I was already up” she smiled gesturing for him to come in.
She closed the door behind him, replacing the chain lock, and flicking the key back around.

“Bianca gone to bed?” Brian inquired as he walked into the lounge
“Ah yeah, she’s been asleep for about half an hour” Arora replied flopping down onto the couch, and muting the TV program that was on.
Brian’s lips caught her by surprise as he kissed her neck tenderly, his hand delicately resting on her thigh, pushing its way through the gown.
“What was that for?” Arora inquired as Brian pulled away
“Just because” he winked, running his hand through her dark hair “You know you’re still as beautiful as ever” he added, nuzzling in on the base of her neck
“Is everything alright?” he questioned, realizing he was getting no form of response from Arora
“Yeah, everything’s fine” she lied, wishing to herself that she could tell him everything
“You sure? You look sad”
“Really, Brian, it’s nothing”
Brian stood up off the couch, and outstretched his hands for her to take them. Her hands latched onto his as he pulled her up off the couch.

“Let me make love to you” he whispered as he pulled her closer into his body
She wrapped her arms around his neck, propping her body up against his, gesturing the answer he wanted to hear. His hands slithered around her body, taking in the familiar track they had once walked many times. Coupling her body into his arms, he lifted her up, carrying her down the passage to her room. He opened the door and carried her inside kicking the door closed with his foot. The room was dark, illuminated only by the crescent moon that shone just outside the window and peeked in silvery light into the room. Making his way across the room, he placed her softly down onto the bed, her arms still wrapped around his shoulders. His arms slid up hers removing them from around his neck and placing them down beside her. He leaned in, placing his lips onto hers and carrying on the trail down her neck, and chest, pushing the gown to either side of her body. She closed her eyes to the sensation of his lips traveling down her body, and slowly pushed any other thoughts out of her mind.

He slid off the bed, undoing the fly of the dark jeans he was wearing. They fell to the floor with barely any coaxing. He slipped back onto the bed, removing his top as he went, casting it without regret onto the floor. Arora was wearing a simple camisole slip that as his hands drew up the inside, slid up and over her head with ease. His hands and mouth, worked in unison as he focused on her chest area. His hands pushing up the side of her body, his tongue flickering across her breast as his other hand slipped down the underwear she was wearing.

Her hands edged up his back as his actions became more intense. His wayward hand ran between her thighs, exploring her regions.
“You always know, don’t you” she whispered pulling his hand up to meet her lips. Swiftly he removed his boxers and hovered above her, his lips still held onto hers.

He eased himself in, unable to take it anymore, his whole body overcome with a passion he’d never experienced with anyone else.

~ AT THE SAME TIME ~

“Chastity come on, please let me in” AJ pleaded as he stood in the darkness on her front porch
“Go away AJ, for god sakes, just go away” Chastity cried from the other side of the door
“I'm not going anywhere Chas, I love you too much to leave”
“You love me?” she hissed opening up the door “I don’t think you’re even capable of such an emotion” she announced in his face
“Chastity, I know you must be upset”
“Upset is hardly the word” she mumbled, interrupting him
“But, you need to just hear me out”
“And what would it be that you have to say?”
“I love you”
“Funny, that doesn’t cut it McLean” she snapped slamming the door in his face for the second time that night
“What do I have to do to make you listen to me?”
“Get the hell out of my life”

AJ heard doors slamming from inside the house, as he backed away from the porch. It was getting late, but there were a few things he had to sort out before he even thought of going home.



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