a word and let him guide her to the counter, where they ordered their
drinks. She sipped from her glass and told Roberto that she was going to the
dance floor. He followed her without a word and when she started to dance, he
glued to her.
“I need some space, Roberto” she
said, moving away.
She started to dance in a provocative
way and scanned the crowd that surrounded her. She chose a man on her left and
she danced for him, staring at him with suggestive eyes. She didn’t dare to
look at Roberto although she was dying to see his reaction. Only half a song
had passed when he grabbed her waist, turned her and, once they were face to
face, kissed her.
Sara had to push him with all her
strength to get rid of him.
“What are you doing?” she shouted
over the music.
“Come on, Sara, I’m here” he tried to
approach her but Sara put her arms between them to keep him away.
“I’ll help you find a girl, ok? But
now leave me alone, you shoo away the guys.”
“But—“
“I’ve already attracted the attention
of some guys. Don’t screw it up.”
“But Sara, I want you. I thought that
we had a deal and when you wanted or I wanted, we had sex. I want you tonight.”
“But I don’t want to sleep with you
tonight, ok?” she patted his back and smiled. “I’ll help you find a girl
tonight, I swear it, but now leave me some space.”
She was being cruel and she knew it,
but he hadn’t confessed yet. His behavior was possessive, but that wasn’t an
irrefutable proof of him being in love with her. He had to explode.
Roberto stood next to her as an
idiot, looking at her with sinister eyes. Music kept on sounding around them
and now and then ultraviolet beams crossed the dance floor, bringing out Sara’s
white dress. She danced and danced and when she thought that the man who was
looking at her was ready, she approached him. She didn’t look back, so she
didn’t know if Roberto was following her. When she got next to the stranger,
she purred provocative words in his ear and he grabbed her waist, smiling. Just
a minute later Sara suggested going to the restroom and he accepted, lowering
his hand until he touched her bottom. Holding on her ass, he let Sara guide him.
However, they were at some meters from the restroom door when a hand grabbed
Sara’s forearm.
“We’re leaving” Roberto’s voice said suddenly
next to her while he pulled from her arm.
“No fucking way! Leave me alone,
Roberto” but he didn’t seem to be listening to her. “Let me go, shit!”
“She has told you to let her go,
idiot!”
It was the voice of the man Sara had
chosen as her victim that night. Roberto ignored him but the stranger grabbed
his shoulder and her pseudo-fuck buddy didn’t hesitate: he turned with his fist
prepared and gave him a right in the face.
The stranger overbalanced and fell
back. That wasn’t enough for Roberto and he followed him, willing to keep
hitting him in the ground. Sara tried to stop him and gave the stranger some
valuable seconds that he used to recover and launch a kick that reached
Roberto’s belly. He moved back sharply and hit Sara. What happened next was
confusing and she would only remember that a pair of strong arms carried her
out of the nightclub. Roberto and the stranger followed her a few seconds
later, shoved by two security guards that were as wide and tall as the one that
had taken Sara out of the disco.
“Get the hell out of here” said one
of them “or we will bum out on your asses again.”
But Roberto and the stranger didn’t
seem to be interested in keeping fighting.
“You can get the cock-teaser” the stranger blurted out.
Roberto looked at him but didn’t
reply nor defended Sara of his offensive words, probably because he thought
that she deserved them. Instead, he turned and walked to his car.
“I’m leaving. You get in the car
now or return by taxi.”
Without a word and scared by his
cold and calm voice, she walked behind him. She was trying to
drinks. She sipped from her glass and told Roberto that she was going to the
dance floor. He followed her without a word and when she started to dance, he
glued to her.
“I need some space, Roberto” she
said, moving away.
She started to dance in a provocative
way and scanned the crowd that surrounded her. She chose a man on her left and
she danced for him, staring at him with suggestive eyes. She didn’t dare to
look at Roberto although she was dying to see his reaction. Only half a song
had passed when he grabbed her waist, turned her and, once they were face to
face, kissed her.
Sara had to push him with all her
strength to get rid of him.
“What are you doing?” she shouted
over the music.
“Come on, Sara, I’m here” he tried to
approach her but Sara put her arms between them to keep him away.
“I’ll help you find a girl, ok? But
now leave me alone, you shoo away the guys.”
“But—“
“I’ve already attracted the attention
of some guys. Don’t screw it up.”
“But Sara, I want you. I thought that
we had a deal and when you wanted or I wanted, we had sex. I want you tonight.”
“But I don’t want to sleep with you
tonight, ok?” she patted his back and smiled. “I’ll help you find a girl
tonight, I swear it, but now leave me some space.”
She was being cruel and she knew it,
but he hadn’t confessed yet. His behavior was possessive, but that wasn’t an
irrefutable proof of him being in love with her. He had to explode.
Roberto stood next to her as an
idiot, looking at her with sinister eyes. Music kept on sounding around them
and now and then ultraviolet beams crossed the dance floor, bringing out Sara’s
white dress. She danced and danced and when she thought that the man who was
looking at her was ready, she approached him. She didn’t look back, so she
didn’t know if Roberto was following her. When she got next to the stranger,
she purred provocative words in his ear and he grabbed her waist, smiling. Just
a minute later Sara suggested going to the restroom and he accepted, lowering
his hand until he touched her bottom. Holding on her ass, he let Sara guide him.
However, they were at some meters from the restroom door when a hand grabbed
Sara’s forearm.
“We’re leaving” Roberto’s voice said suddenly
next to her while he pulled from her arm.
“No fucking way! Leave me alone,
Roberto” but he didn’t seem to be listening to her. “Let me go, shit!”
“She has told you to let her go,
idiot!”
It was the voice of the man Sara had
chosen as her victim that night. Roberto ignored him but the stranger grabbed
his shoulder and her pseudo-fuck buddy didn’t hesitate: he turned with his fist
prepared and gave him a right in the face.
The stranger overbalanced and fell
back. That wasn’t enough for Roberto and he followed him, willing to keep
hitting him in the ground. Sara tried to stop him and gave the stranger some
valuable seconds that he used to recover and launch a kick that reached
Roberto’s belly. He moved back sharply and hit Sara. What happened next was
confusing and she would only remember that a pair of strong arms carried her
out of the nightclub. Roberto and the stranger followed her a few seconds
later, shoved by two security guards that were as wide and tall as the one that
had taken Sara out of the disco.
“Get the hell out of here” said one
of them “or we will bum out on your asses again.”
But Roberto and the stranger didn’t
seem to be interested in keeping fighting.
“You can get the cock-teaser” the stranger blurted out.
Roberto looked at him but didn’t
reply nor defended Sara of his offensive words, probably because he thought
that she deserved them. Instead, he turned and walked to his car.
“I’m leaving. You get in the car
now or return by taxi.”
Without a word and scared by his
cold and calm voice, she walked behind him. She was trying to
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