Chapter 21: Chapter 21

It’s been two days since we arrived in Hawaii and it’s been amazing so far. I don’t even think I want to go back home. We spend most of our time on the beach but tonight we decided to shuffle things a little bit. We are going to a club.

I finished getting ready, I wore a black chase-desire one-shoulder mini dress with matching heels, I stretch my hair and then apply an ash glitter eyeshadow, nude lipstick, and a touch of mascara.

"You look hot," Richie says standing at the door. I look at him through the mirror and I respond with a smile. He smirks and the second he approaches me, he hugs me from behind and buries his head against my shoulder.

"I don’t think It’s a good idea to let you go out wearing this outfit." He huskily says against my neck

"Why is that?" I ask

"It makes me crazy and I know letting you go out with this dress on will make others go wild." He sucks on my neck as he muffles the words out

"And who said I care about others, I don’t care about their stares and looks."

"Oh baby, I do, I don’t want others staring at my lady." He says

"Your lady huh?"

"Yeah, my lady." He smirks against my neck. His hands went down to my hands and he locks them in his. "You are very pretty." He turns me around to face him. Our faces were mere inches away from each other and he looks at me for a while, lost in my eyes. He stares and stares and the second he leans to kiss me, a knock distracts him.

"You guys coming?" John asks, standing in front of the door

Oh my Goddess; I predicted Richie’s thoughts. He takes a moment before he turns to look at John and with a forceful fake smile on his face he says "Just give us a second we will be out."

John nods and as he walks away, Richie turns to look at me, I had a smile on my face. I need it to cover up my laughter. Again he leans to kiss me but was distracted by Alice.

"Rachel, do you think this scarf goes well with my dress?" She asks, standing in front of the door.

This keeps getting better.

"Can’t I have a little privacy with my fiancé?" He muttered

"I don’t think so." I laugh and walk past him. I tell her the scarf looks great and I walk out of the room with her.

I got to the car and waited for Richie to come. After a minute or two, I realize he’s getting late, I decide to go look for him. Walking through the parking garage, I hear his voice sounding from across the floor. I walk to where the voice is heard and I see Richie with a fair-haired man.

"Keep them in my safe place." Richie says handing him the documents "You still have the keys to the safe box, don’t you?"

"Yes, I do sir."

Richie was about to talk but the second he sees me, he halts. "Do as I say." He tells the man before turning in my direction.

"What are you doing here?" He asks me

"I-was-Uhm, looking for you. It’s time to go." I respond

We got to the car and I sit next to Richie. Alice is with John in his own car while I am with Richie, his driver, and two of his bodyguards. The car ride starts and all I could think of is the keys; I need those keys. I want to know what is in that document that Richie is trying to hide.

I have had enough trials, I think it’s high time I make one success. I’m not leaving Miami until I get the keys, I don’t care if it’s today or tomorrow all I care about is figuring out what In the hell Richie is hiding. Someone has to make things right around here and I can’t wait to take the lead.

No sooner did we arrive at the club than we got into the VIP club area. Richie asked the bodyguards to stay outside as we stepped in, we sat on the couch and the bartender approached us to get our orders. He had a smile on his face.

"Hello, what would you like to have?" He asks

"Vodka, get twenty shots please?" John said to him.

He nods and went his way. Waiting for the bartender to come with our order, John and Alice starts their business. They were all over each other, swallowing and sucking their faces. I turn my gaze to Richie, he is on phone, texting something to someone. He has been on his phone for the past twenty minutes.

Only God knows what he’s doing.

Richie has that serious expression on his face so I can tell that he’s doing something very Important.

I turned my gaze to the dance floor, it is packed with a lot of people but my attention was only on the group of girls that were dancing with a drunk man who is wearing nothing but really tight white transparent underwear that shows the shape and size of his dick.

God! That is something I can’t un-look.

In a minute the bartender comes back with twenty shots, I immediately gulp five shots and John and Alice did the same. Richie is still on phone and not for a single minute did he take his eyes off his phone.

I was getting a little bored so I take Richie’s share of vodka and gulped it down.

This feels so good.

I call the bartender and tell him to get more shots for me. In a minute or less, he got the shots and I begin to gulp each of them. Alice and John were still swallowing each other and my head was telling me to ask them to get a room.

God! I hate that moaning sound.

"What are you doing?" I ask Richie finally breaking the silence of boredom.

"Uhm- I will be right back." He says not taking his eyes off his phone.

I roll my eyes as I watch Richie leave the club. I sit there for a while doing nothing but staring at the people around me. I am also feeling a little awkward because I have two people sitting in front of me and they can’t keep their hands off each other. It makes me feel uninvited.

I decide to leave the VIP area and go somewhere else. John and Alice didn’t see me going probably because they are too busy with each other.

I got to the long bar and tell the bartender to get me five shots before I take a sit.

"Hi," The guy sitting next to me says. The first thing about him that caught my attention is his peach plump lips.

"Hi," I respond with an equal smile.

Did I mention that the guy is hot?

"I’m Caleb." He says in his sweet Canadian accent.

"Rachel."

"Rachel, that’s a beautiful name." He smirks

"Oh please." I could have sworn I had a blush on my face.

What the hell is wrong with me? I just met him and I’m flushing already. God! I think I drank too much.

The bartender comes with the shots and I didn’t waste any second before I gulp it all down. "I’m sorry, Caleb, you want some?" I ask

"I don’t think I want an empty glass so I’ll pass that for now." He laughs calling the bartender to get him five shots.

"So, Rachel, you don’t look like you’re from here, are you from here?" He asks

"No, I’m just here on vacation."

"Oh I’m sorry, are you alone? I mean, did you come here with your boyfriend or something?"

I take a moment before I respond. This guy is hot, he has a dashing name, he’s eyes spark in the dark, he has beautiful lips and to top it all up he has a Canadian accent. Can he be any more attractive? I look at him, he has his gaze pinned on me waiting for a response.

"No." I say waving my hand casually "I don’t have a boyfriend, I’m single." I run my hand through my hair.

"Ohh, that’s good to know. I’m also single." He says

"Oh, nice." I rest my arm on the counter and I palm my face with my hands. "So Caleb, tell me something about yourself."

"Uhm- okay. For starters, I’m a singer."

"Oh, that’s so cool." I begin to twirl my finger around my hair. I don’t usually do that so I guess it’s the alcohol in me that’s causing it.

He continues to talk and my gaze lands on the dance floor. I feel like dancing right now.

"You wanna dance Caleb?" I ask dragging him with me. I didn’t wait for an answer before I don’t need one.

We got to the dance floor and I begin to dance with him. I turn around and start tweaking, Caleb’s hands are on my waist as he guides my movements.

"You are really good at this." He says. I can swear that he has a smirk on his face.

"I’m not very good at it," I dance around to face him "I’m just good because I’m dancing with you."

Flirting with a total stranger. What the heck is wrong with me?

He lightly laughs "I’m not that good of a dancer."

"Oh please, you are." I whisper in his eyes and I turn around and continue tweaking.

I tweak for a while as I feel my butt touching the right place it should. Suddenly, I feel Caleb’s hands slip off my body. I turn around to see Richie.

"You’re not Caleb." I say

"What are you doing?" Richie asks almost immediately

"What do you think I’m doing?" Richie asks the silliest questions.

"Come with me." He clasps my hand but I instantly tug my hand from his grip.

"I’m not leaving," I say. I look around the dance floor, there wasn’t any sign of Caleb "Where is Caleb?" I ask

"Who is Caleb?"

"The hot guy I was dancing with." I respond

He rolls his eyes "The stupid boy is outside, my bodyguards took him with them when you weren’t looking."

That, I’m not very surprised about. Richie can’t stand seeing me with someone else.

"Now, let’s go." He clasps my hand again

"You want to dance?" I suddenly ask dragging him to the center of the dance floor.

The music suddenly changed and is now a slow jam, and the alcohol in me took over. I start tweaking and fondling my butt on his cock, I could feel his cock getting hard so I continue to do it. I turn around and dance on his body and slowly grind on him from behind I could hear a soft moan coming from him. I grind into him more and more.

I stand close to Richie, his cologne was enough to turn me on, his face is mere inches away from mine, and before I knew it his lips were on mine. He kissed me hungrily, I felt a burn on my body when his large hands touched my face, our tongues fought for dominance but eventually, he won. When his large hands held my neck choking me while kissing, that was the biggest turn-on. I was a moaning mess and he hasn't even touched me.

I feel so embarrassed.

He leaves my lips and started laying soft trails of kisses on my neck, my hands went down to reach his pockets to get the keys. I know exactly what I’m doing, I may be drunk but I’m not stupid.

I feel the keys in his pocket and as I reach to grab it, thanks to the alcohol in me, I got hold of something else. His thick cock.

"I see what you’re doing." He looks into my eyes, I can see he’s clouded with lust.

"You do?"

"Let’s go somewhere private." He takes my hand and I follow him behind.

I guess I just have to make my way to Richie’s pants to get the keys.

When we got into his car I could not deny the heat that was forming between my legs, I close my legs tightly trying to control myself.

"Having problems?" Richie asks, lustfully. He had a smile on his face and he begins to trail his hands to my legs opening them forcefully. He didn't look over at me, he continue what he was doing. He keeps his hand on my things forming circles on them, then his hands went deeper until he reach my clit.

He used his thump to shift my panties to another side and then he pinched my clit.

"Fuck." I moaned softly. I didn't want the driver to hear my moans.

He smirks as if my moan is music to his ears. He continues mercilessly touching my clit, I wanted him to put his finger but he kept teasing denying me the pleasure.

"Richie," I whisper.

"What? You need something?" He asks smirking. He knows exactly what he’s doing.

I didn't say anything I just kept quiet, I didn't want to sound desperate. He gently trails his fingers on the left side wall of my core. I could feel the wetness pooling between my thighs as his finger keep moving up and down.

Fuck! I tried and tried but I don’t think I can control my hormones.

Screw the keys, I think I want Richie. Badly.