Sebastien is entertaining, funny, attentive, sexy and all the things that should be utterly tempting. I must be stupid to be putting him in the friend zone. The women in the club looked like they were ready to devour him at any moment. But after a little awkwardness on his arrival we soon fell back into our old flirty friend routine and the night was spent on the dance floor having fun with our friends.
Excusing myself from the dance floor to go to the ladies, I was walking down the dark hallway when I heard arguing coming from a darkened portion of the hall.
“You fucking bastard; coming here with her then sneaking off with some other chick while she is on the dance floor. Give me a reason I shouldn’t fuck you up?”
That was Evan’s voice, he sounded pissed. What the hell is going on? Popping my head down the darkened hall, my eyes grow wide seeing Evan holding Sebastien by his shirt and yelling at him.
“Evan, stop,” I yell, walking towards them. Hearing my voice, Evan lets Sebastien go. Ignoring Evan, I walk up to Sebastien.
“Are you okay?” I ask, looking at his crumpled suit.
“Of course, everything is fine,” Sebastien replies, straightening himself up and giving me a smirk as his eyes fall on Evan.
“I just found your date in a booth with his arms around another woman while you were on the dance floor. You don’t deserve a creep like him.”
It was sweet that Evan was trying to protect me, but I’m not his to protect.
“I’m so sorry, Sebastien.”
Sebastien shrugs, gives me a kiss on the cheek and then walks away.
Good idea because I was about to go nuclear on Evan.
“How the fuck are you not pissed at him?” Evan snaps.
Taking a couple of deep breaths I try to calm myself down.
“Because, if you must know, I told him I only wanted to be friends.”
Evan stills at my words. “Why?” He asks.
“Why? Does it matter why?” I respond, balling my hands into fists as I paced around the room.
“Of course it does, tell me why?” He questions, his blue eyes staring at me.
“It doesn’t matter, nothing matters. I am sick of this Evan.” I yell, waving my hands in between us.
“What, us?”
Groaning at him, I can’t believe his naivety. I’ve had enough of this back and forth; the constant mind fucks of this non-relationship. I’m not a fucking teenager anymore, I’m a grown woman; things shouldn’t be this complicated.
“There is no ‘us’, Evan. That’s what you don’t get. We fucked a couple of times, and yeah it might have been good but that was it. Whatever was between us has run its course,” I shout, my body shaking from anger.
I can see the fire burning in Evan’s eyes. Before I know it, Evan has me pushed up against the wall, his chest moving up and down quickly from his heavy breathing. “I don’t like watching you with other people,” he growls into my ear.
My stomach pitches and rolls at his confession. “Well, there really is nothing you can do about it.”
Without another word, his lips capture mine in a searing kiss. All the anger I had towards him is now working into that kiss. I am so sick of this man running hot and cold when it comes to me. I bite his lip as I fight for the upper hand. The kiss is wild, angry and hot as Evan’s hands roam over my body finding my bare ass and pinching my soft cheeks.
My hands find the zipper to his suit pants and I start to unzip them. I’m not sure what is happening but we are both feverish for each other. His fingers find my wet center and plunge deep inside of me; his hot kisses making me moan. Finally releasing his cock from his pants, my hands stroke it hard and rough making him bite my lip in appreciation. Picking me up, he presses me hard into the wall. I wrap my legs around him and with one massive thrust; he enters me vigorously, making me scream as I feel him stretching me. His thrusts were desperate; we were both silent as we each took each other, never breaking our kiss until we were both coming.
Exhausted, our foreheads rest against each other’s as we slowly try to get our breathing under control. I realize I can still feel him inside of me; I still in panic. Fuck! I push him away from me letting my feet fall to the floor. I can feel his come sliding down my leg; fuck, fuck, fuck. Watching as he zips himself up, I look around frantically for something to clean myself up with. Remembering my underwear in his pocket, I dip my hand into his pocket pulling it out and wipe myself clean as quickly as I can.
Evan’s eyes are watching my movements then finally he catches on. “Fuck, Sienna, we didn’t use protection,” he announces, rubbing his hands over his head.
“Just fucking great. Like my night couldn’t get more fucked up,” I shout, throwing my dirty knickers at him, hitting him square in the chest. “Just stay the hell away from me, Evan Wyld.”
Pushing him away I run towards the restrooms. Collapsing onto the toilet, my mind is freaking out; what the fuck have I done?
Fuck Evan and his wonder dick.
Fuck Evan and his mind fucks.
Fuck men.
The tears are now running down my cheeks. It takes me some time to gather and clean myself up the best I can in a nightclub bathroom. Plucking up the courage to leave my little cubical I hope that Evan is not waiting outside for me because I have well and truly had it with him.
Popping my head out into the hallway I find it is quiet. I walk calmly back towards where the rest of my friends are, pick up my things and whisper to Vanessa that I feel sick and want to go back to the apartment. Quickly looking me over she nods saying she wants to come with me. We say goodbye to Isla and Derrick and we head out into the night.
“You want to talk about it?” Vanessa asks, as we walk towards the car.
“Not really. I just want to go home get lost in some trashy TV show and forget about tonight.”
Ness gives me a tight hug before jumping into the car. It wasn’t long until we made it home to our apartment, sayings goodnight to each other as we each drift off towards our bedrooms. After a quick shower, cleaning Evan off of me, I mentally curse myself over and over for being so stupid. Why the hell did I let this man get under my skin so much? Grabbing some supplies from the kitchen, I head back to my room and start flicking through the channels until I find something of interest; a couple of moments later there is a knock at my door. Thinking it was Vanessa, I tell her to come in.
“Sienna.” I hear him say. That voice is going to drive me mad.
“Get out,” I yell, as I jump out of my bed and head towards him.
“Sienna, please, we need to talk.”
Pushing against him, I can feel the tears threatening to fall from my eyes.
“Just leave me alone, Evan. Why the hell can’t you leave me alone?”
His arms wrap around me hugging me tight. My tears fall and I silently sob in his arms. He holds me, comforting me in silence until finally I stop crying and look up into his blue eyes.
“You need to leave now, Evan.”
He seems upset at my request.
“You need to leave me alone, please just leave me alone. I can’t do this anymore. Just let me go, okay.”
Evan looks shocked at my words. He slowly nods his agreement and makes his way to the door. “I’m sorry, Sienna.” And with that he shuts the door behind him leaving me in tears once again.