8
The fundraiser event for independent films is held at The Beverly Hills Hotel in The Crystal Ballroom. It’s illuminated with subtle pinkish-lavender lighting and each table is decorated with white orchids. The ambiance is dreamy and the soft jazz eases some of my tension.
I’m sipping my champagne when I feel a zinging sensation on the back of my neck all the way down my spine. There is only one man who can make me feel like a f*cking magnet and that is Drake. Knowing he’s close by, I don’t even bother to look for him. Instead, I opt to savor the beautiful surroundings and the beautiful ambiance.
“Lily.”
Guess that didn’t last long. I spin around and greet him, bitingly, “Drake.” I briefly assess him, looking handsomely dapper as ever, but I force my eyes to drag away from his striking features. I am not going to dwell about this man, I repeat many times in my head.
“You look gorgeous. Gold suits you. It brings out your eyes,” he compliments as his eyes gingerly rove over my body. Admiration clearly stated in those metallic orbs.
Well, heck, I didn’t plan to look like crap even though it crossed my mind, once. Or twice. Instead, I wore a tight-fitted, body-hugging, gold sheath dress that exposes my entire back with a slit up one leg. My hair is stylishly piled on top of the crown of my head.
“Did you need something?” I go back to my old pose, trying to block out his handsome face.
He comes closer. Drake stands behind me, brushing my butt softly against his thigh. “You can’t expect to ask me that question and not get hard. I always need you, it seems.” His lips caress the tip of my ear.
I simply shudder and try to ignore the tell-tale signs of my own arousal. “Stop being a twit and start thinking with your head, Drake. And I mean the head up there and not down south, nestled in between your legs.” I bring the point home by poking my finger at his topmost head.
Drake roars with amused laughter. “That sharp wit of yours, Babe, it will get you in trouble. I get turned on more when you whiplash me with your words. I can’t help it. You’re sexy as hell… and that dress is giving me all sorts of ideas…” Drake uses the back of his fingers to trace my naked back and doesn’t stop until it reaches the top of my ass. “I do so want to rip this off your body. You naked with your heels on and nothing else... bent over and ready to be mounted.”
Mother of God! What in the world?! “Damn it, Drake. We’re at a f*cking event. Stop being such a horny kid and focus,” I chide him, but to no avail.
“You can’t dress like this, dangle this sinful body of yours, and not expect me to react.” Drake moves closer, his state of arousal hard against my butt cheek. I try to compose myself before I pass out from the feel of it. “Behave yourself tonight. I don’t want you talking to other men.”
I straighten up, tense. “You wish.”
“Don’t push it, Lily. You’ve been running away from me for too long. That’s coming to a close. I will possess every inch of you, soon… very soon.” Drake’s deadly warning pins me on the spot, but I will not be threatened.
“Not yours, Drake. Now, go find your seat and be a good boy. I will find mine. I’ll see you around.”
When Mindy made the reservations, she had assumed that Shannon was going to be with Drake tonight, so our seating arrangements are different. I am grateful for it since the tension is too much with him. I can only take it in small doses.
Of course, Drake sits with The VIP’s while I sit next to the minions, but I don’t mind it. In fact, I have a blast. Chris, a guy who works at one of the most sought after PR firms in Hollywood, is quite entertaining. His stories about celebrities are hilarious. It actually drowns out whoever is talking and making a speech about so and so. Yeah, I don’t pay much attention on those since Chris’s storytelling is much livelier and not as much of a snooze fest by some stuck-up CEO.
I’m already on my fourth champagne flute by the time dessert rolls in when Chris asks me to dance, I delightfully say yes. He chooses a spot where it is dark and secluded. I don’t mind since he is quite attractive with his brown hair, mini-faux hawk and chocolate brown eyes. Chris holds me close against him as we dance to the slow jazz beat.
We’re not dancing for long before a gruff voice comes out from behind me. “Excuse me, but I need my assistant. Right now,” Drake barks while Chris apologizes as he recognizes who Drake is.
When Chris leaves, Drake orders me to follow him outside. His chilly demeanor makes me nervous. Drake leads me to the garden, away from the fountains and the noise, behind some tall bushes. Once we are out of earshot, all hell breaks loose.
“How dare you defy my order! Did you enjoy flaunting him to me?” It’s dark, and yet, I can still see the anger profoundly etched across his face.
“I wasn’t thinking… honestly, I forgot about you for a bit.”
That stops him. “Did you just tell me that… you forgot about me?”
I lick my lips nervously as I look away. “Well, newsflash, Buddy. You’re not the only attractive man living on the planet.”
Drake cusses me out before he moves in and before I know it, he is biting my lips hard and devouring them. I don’t even hesitate to respond when he growls as one of his hands seeks the slit of my dress and roughly pushes my underwear aside. I mindlessly writhe against him as he drives his middle finger inside me while his thumb crushes my *. In a minute, I’m coming apart from his fingers.
“What you said is true… but there is only one man that is meant for you… and you are staring at him, moaning his name as you come beautifully on his fingers. Stop fighting it, because I have. I’m yours.”
What the hell just happened? “Will you please take your fingers off me?” I’m red with shame and totally beyond humiliated.
Drake takes his fingers off, but fixes my underwear back beforehand. He leans over and kisses the tip of my nose. “I guess you’re still rejecting the idea of us?”
“Damn right, I am. I want to go home now, Drake. I am done playing your games.”
Drake is silent while he stands there watching me. “You’re tired and clearly drunk. You need to rest before we leave for Greece on Sunday.”
“Greece?” I croak. He never mentioned anything about Greece. Well, his agenda has been curiously absent of a few things. Drake seems to love throwing events at me quite unexpectedly.
“One of the biggest investments we have made this year. The movie is called Blasphemous with Bass Cole. I have to see how everything is going and check if they need more for the budget or what not.”
“How long will we be there?” My heart hammers against my chest. I know what this is. Drake is going in for the kill. He is going to drive me crazy until I give it up to him. I haven’t forgotten his ever reliable tactic for women; he’s used it ever since we were kids.
“More or less, three days.”
That’s hell of a long time. A day is enough to drive me mental with him. Three days is surely going to put me on suicide watch. “Work… I will work… but the underlying agenda you have, Drake, won’t happen.”
“We shall soon find out, Little One.”
Precise. Cold. And f*cking determined.