I can tell Allie's so pissed that I brought someone else to the club. As she should be. I'd be disappointed if she wasn't put out by me having another girl on my arm, especially Olivia.

But at this point, the war's on. Allie's giving it to me and I'm giving it right back. This girl is feisty.

I knew she'd be jealous, but I thought she'd scurry away and not be able to handle it. Instead, she's matched me word for word for the entire night.

Fighting with her is turning me on more than the idea of having Olivia and Allie both at the same time. At this point, I only have eyes for Allie. I hate to admit that even to myself.

She's getting drunk, I can tell. And I myself am a little tipsy. That makes this all the more fun and all the more deviant. Just the way I like it.

Olivia is ceasing to exist. In truth, no one can compare to Allie. She really is that beautiful.

"So, Allie," I say. "Do you want to join me on the dance floor?"

She eyes me up and down like she's trying to take me on and see if I'm serious or what I'm up to. Eventually, she concedes, and I lead her out into the middle of the floor where we slow dance, an erotic, sensual flow of bodies, even though everyone around us is moving quickly.

Time stands still, and all I can see is Allie. She's the most gorgeous thing in the world. What the fuck is happening to me?

Holding her in my arms so tightly as she grinds down on my cock feels so right. I remember my foray into the video editing and I'm starting to wonder if I made the right move or not. Her life could be over because of me. And suddenly I'm not so sure I want that.

I'm starting to feel enthralled by this girl. She weighs heavily on my mind each moment of the day, and tonight I just can't drag my eyes away from her.

I hold her close, and she backs her hips into me as if she wishes we were fucking right here on the dance floor. I imagine doing it in the middle of the club with everybody watching, and my cock hardens even more, to her obvious delight.

I want to do it. I want to fuck her right now. But then I see Olivia walking towards us. She's about to interrupt the moment.

"Oh hi, Olivia, now I have you both in my arms. I'm the luckiest guy in the club." The alcohol's making me feel even cockier than usual.

I begin to pay attention to Olivia and this drives Allie nuts. So I do it even more. She storms off the dance floor back to the bottle of vodka waiting for her. She can drown her sorrows if she wants to. Right now, I'm going to make her think I’m into Olivia.

But then I see some guy approach Allie at her table. It's a sight I can't fucking handle. It's fucking torment for me. I feel possessive of her and I don't even know why.

But all I can think is that she's mine. She's mine to fuck with, at least for now.

"Let's go back to the table." I pull Olivia off the dance floor and she looks dismayed.

She can see what's going on between Allie and me. You could cut the sexual tension with a knife.

"This is a private table," I say to the guy.

Then I turn to Allie with dark eyes. She better never even consider talking to another guy besides me.

"So, were you flirting with that guy?" I ask her point blank.

She looks at me with fury in her eyes.

"Why do you even care? You brought another girl tonight. That was not cool."

At least she's being honest. I'll give her that.

"No one said we're exclusive Allie, you should've known that," I say, taking a heavy drink of vodka.

"Come on, Xavier. You invited me out here tonight. You brought her to make me jealous. You have to know she's the girl that stole my spot on the shoot. And that makes it even worse. You brought her out of all the women you could've chosen. You're trying to hurt me."

Her words shock me. I am trying to hurt her. In more ways than she can even count. But I didn’t expect her to be so in tune with that.

Something about it suddenly feels so wrong. And yet being with her tonight like this feels so right. I plan on taking her home. I fucking need to. To claim her yet again.

Olivia comes to the table and I can tell she's feeling totally awkward about the whole situation. She doesn't belong here. She was a pawn in my game and now I'm done with her. I'm all about Allie now.

"I think I'm gonna go, guys. I've had enough of this," she says, but neither of us are even listening.

Allie's just staring at me with rage in her eyes and it turns me on so damn much. I want her to take her rage out on me in the bedroom. And I want to show her mine.

She deserves to be punished for what she did to me, in more ways than one. I plan on showing her exactly what she missed out on in high school. And she will make it up to me.

Olivia takes her leave but Allie's still fuming.

"Your date is gone," she says.

"Maybe I don't care," I say.

"I don't understand your angle. Why would you want to make me jealous like that? What have I ever done to you?"

Damn. If only she knew. The fact that she doesn't even remember me just burns me up inside. It makes me so angry with her all over again.

I wish I could tell her all of that now. But I hold my tongue. As usual.

"Your jealousy tells me that you really, really want me, Allie," I say, casually sipping my drink.

I called her out and she doesn't like that. Her eyes blaze with fury.

"You don't know anything about me, Xavier. You think you can have any woman in the world, but the truth is, you're just like every other guy. There's nothing special about you being a player. I think you should know that."

She's so frustrated that I can tell she's about to leave. Fucking walk right out on me. But I can't have that. I'm not done with Allie yet.

"Come back to my apartment with me," I say, testing her boundaries.

If she comes with me, I'll know that I have her. If she goes, then at least I'll see she has one shred of integrity left in her body.

"No, Xavier."

So she wants to escape.

"You can't jerk me around like that. There's no way I'm going with you."

Wow, she actually shut me down. Who would have fucking thought it?

But then again, she will be coming home with me. I have no doubt. I always get what I want. Especially in terms of women.

"Come on Allie," I say, taking her arm. "You know you want to come up with me. Just give into it."

I lean into her and kiss her softly at first, and then more aggressively. This will convince her. After this kiss, she'll be mine. Just watch.

"Xavier, I don't want to be treated like this," she says in a low whisper.

I kiss her again and I feel her body giving into mine. She wants it bad. I can only imagine how wet she is under that tiny little skirt she's wearing.

And I have to know for sure. I move my hand up her skirt and start to finger her, delighted to know she's not wearing any underwear. I push my fingers into her forcefully, giving her just a taste of what's to come if she comes back to my penthouse with me tonight.

She's moaning and whimpering. I'm doing it all undercover and no one can see us. It's so hot to take her like this right here in the club. I want to take things one step further. I kiss her passionately and then I get up. I pull her up too so that she can follow me...straight to the penthouse.

I told you she wouldn't be able to resist for long. And now I have her. I lead the way through the throngs of people at the hottest club in town.

Soon we're in my private elevator making out. She's ready for it. I'll have her begging by the end of the night, and that makes vengeance all the more satisfying.

Soon she'll realize that I'm not what I seem, but not tonight.