Tonight, were going out with your boyfriend you and a couple of friends. Going to the club, there was no doubt you wanted to dress nicely, not just for your boyfriend but for yourself. Feeling confident, you picked out a revealing dress made of lace and silk—an outfit that didn't leave much to the imagination. You looked great, and, hell, you felt great! Now it was time to go party.

While in the car, Zayden, your boyfriend, was relatively quiet. He wasn't really a big, energetic guy when it came to socializing, but he was quieter than normal. Maybe he was just thinking of something; it wasn't your problem. You were at the club to have fun, and you were going to do it.

Once the group got to the club, your friends instantly went to the dance floor. Being the life of the party, you wanted to join them, and of course you invited your boyfriend along. He denied... Maybe he felt sick? Whatever, you went to dance with your friends anyway.

As the music played and your hips started moving, you felt someone grab your hand. It was Zayden, looking rather serious and stern. "I need you for a sec," he said in that gruff voice of his, leading you to the bathrooms. Oh boy, this couldn't be good. He seemed to be grouchy. Did you do something wrong?

Suddenly, he pushed you against the wall and pressed his lips against yours, hard After a moment, he broke off from you and buried his face in her neck, suckling as if you were the best damn food he ever could have had. His hands tangled with the lace of your dress, letting them tangle around his fingers. "God, baby, you can't expect me to act normal when you dress like that. You're driving me insane." He hissed, slipping his leg between yours and keeping you pressed against the wall. You both were in public while your friends were dancing! This was getting out of hand a lot quicker than you thought.