Chapter 4: Red is the color of lust
"Party?" I asked.
Liam nodded as he spread mayo on a piece of bread for his sandwich. "Yeah. You know how it used to be. Chris travels with his parents then he comes back home while they go to another place, and he throws huge fucking parties."
I do remember. Chris throws the most insane parties. Everyone would be there. I was never able to come because I was too young. But I'm eighteen now. "Can I go?"
Liam made a face. "Why would you want to? You hate Chris."
"I like parties though." Minus the one I lost my virginity at.
Liam shook his head. "I don't know, Summer. It's going to be at a strip club."
"Liam, I'm eighteen. I know what breasts and legs look like by now. I have them after all."
"Fine. But any guy tries to talk to you, tell me, and I'll kick his ass for you."
I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, yeah. When is it?"
"Tonight at nine."
"When is it over?"
"It's Chris's party. I say it's going to run from at least, nine, to four A.M."
"Alright." I say as I hop onto the counter.
Liam puts the box of frosted flakes on top of the refrigerator. "It's mom I'm worried about."
"She's not going to notice I'm gone. She too fucked up on valium to notice."
Liam nods. "True." He walks over to me and leans against the counter. "Hey, listen, when I go back, I'm going to need you to look after her."
"How the hell am I going to look after her, Liam? I'm going to college next year." I said.
"I know. I know that but at least call and check up on her. Make sure she's fine."
"And if she's not, then what? Am I supposed to drag myself from my dorm room and come back here and go into a depressed conversation with her? Come on."
"Stop it, Summer. I'm just saying that she's going to be lonely with both her kids gone and Rene gone most of the time. There's no telling if I'll come back next time I'm gone."
I slapped his him and glared at him. "Don't say that, Liam."
He sighed and shrugged his shoulders. "What? I might not."
"Then whoever kills you better watch the fuck out for me."
He smiles. "You're too badass for me, little sis." He kissed my cheek and I smiled and then looked down at my feet as they swung.
"I just wish that our parents were normal, Liam. I want normal parents. Mom is a druggie and you can barely hold a conversation with her half the time. I mean she was okay the night you came back home but other than that, she's…messed up. And then dad, he gives us money, catches up sometimes but I want to see more of him. He's got to be lonely without us."
"Then fuck him."
"What? He chose to leave us."
"Because mom is an addict. That must have been depressing to stay in a marriage like that."
"Still. He thinks because he gives us millions that we're supposed to love him?"
"I do love him."
He scoffed. "Dad doesn't care about us, sis. He's off doing whatever he wants with his money. He probably has another family somewhere else."
"Shut the hell up."
"It's true, Summer. And you know it."
I sighed. "Well, whatever." I hopped off of the counter and walked out of the kitchen. I should hate my dad for walking out but I couldn't help but have more love for him than my druggie mother. Either way, both were hard to deal with.
I made my way down the hall and the second I entered the foyer, Chris was coming down the stairs. He had on a pair of black jeans, a black tee and his hair was messy in that oddly sexy way he always wore it.
I stopped as I watched him walk down the stairs.
As fucking sexy as ever, and he knew it too. He leaned against the rail and smirked at me. "Good morning, princess."
"I assume you heard of my party."
"I did. Strip club, huh?"
He nods. "Trying a new place this year. It won't be as big as my other parties, however. Are you coming?"
"As matter of fact, I will be coming."
"I'll make sure of it." He said. I knew he meant something else from that smile now spreading across his face.
"In your dreams." I shot back.
He nods. "Oh, you're in them. Trust me."
I can't help but smile. "You just can't keep me out of your head, can you?" I asked.
"Can you keep me out of yours?" No. I smile it off. "I've went three years without thinking about you, Chris." No I haven't.
He raised his brow. "I can't say the same."
"You're flirting with me to throw me off. It won't work."
He shakes his head. "If I wanted to throw you off, I'd have better ways."
I blushed and walked towards the stairs. He watched me as I stopped on the first stair and placed my hand on the banister he was leaning against. "We'll see at the party tonight."
He smiles softly. "You won't be shy?" He asks.
I shake my head. "No. It's only girls dancing. I might take one home and fuck her. Or fuck her right there in the strip club. Doesn't matter." I say shrugging my shoulders and smiling at him.
His smile disappears, and I'm reveling at how his amused look turned to this dark, sexy look.
I smirked at him. "You wanna watch?"
He didn't answer.
I just chuckle and make my way up the stairs, leaving him down there.
I wouldn't actually fuck with another girl.
I never had the desire to. I mean, I would kiss a girl but it would never go further than that. He has my body. He knows that. And he'll get it when he earns it.
I don't know if Liam would approve of this "dress". It was dark red, lacy, easily see through, and very short. It hugged my behind and my 34 C cup breasts snuggly and made them almost pop out of the top of my dress.
Liam is going to have something to say. That's why we're going in separate cars.
Tara, me, and my aunt Evie are going in my limo. Evie is only twenty five and she adores strip clubs so I knew she was going to come. I didn't mind though.
No one did. She was apart of us younger kids. She was an aunt to us all.
I went to Liam's old bedroom which was now my closet and found a pair of over-the-knee boots. I slipped them on and looked in the mirror. This was going to get everyone's attention tonight. That's what I was going for.
After I combed my hair, I applied a little mascara to bring out my lashes, and then I was ready. I grabbed my black clutch and walked down the stairs.
Tara and my aunt Evie were waiting by the door.
God, Evie's breasts were just…humongous in her dress.
Tara gave me a surprised look.
Evie grinned. She knew why I was wearing this and who I was wearing it for.
Tara's eyebrows raised high. "Damn, Summer. Are you trying to get laid tonight or what?"
I shrugged my shoulders. I was trying to seduce Chris without actually seducing him.
We left out the house and it was now dark outside. We got into the limo and I shut the door. I placed my clutch on the seat and crossed my legs.
My eyes met Tara and she was just staring at me.
"What?" I asked.
"What's up? I mean you're dressed like this. It has to be for somebody."
Evie chuckled. "Oh it is. My little niece knows how to work her shit."
Tara's confused expression turned to curiosity. "Question is who are you working it for?"
My eyes went to Evie's who nodded as she lit up a cigarette with her ruby red lighter.
I looked back to Tara. "Chris."
Tara's eyes widened. "What?"
Evie giggles. I don't know why she was completely fine with me doing what I want with whoever I wanted but that was Evie and I loved her for it.
"You hate Chris. Or so I thought."
So I thought too.
"Tara, my baby niece is going through the hate him but want him phase. Honey, everybody has had that man in their life they can't stand, but they can't help how much they want to fuck him. Lord knows I had my fair share." She rolled the window down as she blew the smoke from her bright red lips.
"It's a game, Tara." I said.
"A game?" She asked.
Evie smiled. "Cat and mouse. It's a teasing game."
Tara looked back and forth between me and Evie. "So it's a sex thing."
Evie nods. "For him, yeah, for her, no. You can look and tell she has actual feelings for him."
I crossed my arms. "No I don't."
Tara has a ashamed look on her face. "Everyone can tell. You two argue constantly and that's a sign you two like each other."
I ignore her comment and looked out of the dark tinted windows. Maybe I did like him more than wanting to fuck him, but I didn't want Tara and Evie to start treating me like I had some big crush.
We arrived to the club moments later, and it was packed, as opposed to how it looks on a normal Tuesday night. Chris was very popular obviously, mostly because of who his parents were. They wanted to make sure their son was known, but not because they cared so much and wanted him to be in their social life, but so it'd make them look like the perfect parents. Little known fact about Chris's parents: They are dicks.
The limo couldn't park because so many cars were parked around the club so my driver just let us out in the middle of the street.
Me, Tara, and Evie made our way to the front and a huge Caucasian bald man asked for our names.
We told him and he let us by.
I never been inside of a strip club. I seen enough on tv or whatever but to actually be here in the flesh, literally, I felt a tad bit nervous about it. But they definitely knew what they were doing. Which then brought me to the irritated fact that Chris decided the party here so that he could see half naked women dance around for singles.
I didn't like how that made me feel.
It wasn't hard to spot the guys all the way in the front of the club, gathered around one another as Chris was talking to them.
Evie parted ways with us and went straight to the bar. Me and Tara went to the front with the guys to see what Chris was saying. Tara found Chase and he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her temple. I stayed in the back so Liam wouldn't see my very exposing dress.
Chris was on a small square platform looking down at the guys. "Everybody, thanks for coming. I fucking appreciate it." He said.
The crowd giggled.
"This is my party. All drinks are on me, go crazy, have fun, do whatever the fuck you want, I don't care. Love you all." He said holding up his shot glass.
Everyone aside from me and Tara raised theirs and they all took it back at the same time and then cheered, slamming their glasses down, and then spreading out to check out the dancers.
Chris sat his shot glass on the platform and stepped off. When he saw me, full body length in the dress, he stopped.
I smiled at him. "Hey, great place." I said sarcastically.
He nods. "I thought you'd like it. You are dressed like you belong here."
"So are you saying I look like a hooker?"
"I'm saying that you look sexy. It's too bad you don't know how to take a compliment." He says.
"Thank you." I said in a sweet voice. It was fake, and I was being a bitch.
He shakes his head as his eyes explores my outfit carefully. "And what would Liam say if he saw you dressed like this?" He asked, clearly studying my breasts more than anything. It was meant to capture his attention. I couldn't help but smile and the worry about Liam seeing me disappeared.
"If he sees me, then he does. I'm eighteen. If I'm old enough to want to seduce his best friend, I think I'm old enough to wear what I want." I said.
Chris sends me a cute smirk that just makes me want to come right there in front of him, in front of everyone. I have to lean against the bar keep my knees from buckling.
"You're trying to seduce me?" He asks. That smirk still plastered on his face.
"It's part of the game."
He exhales deeply and leans against the bar beside me. "We never established the rules, did we?"
"No rules makes it better."
"I just want to be sure that I cross no lines, princess."
"If you do, the heel of my boots will let you know." I said smiling in a sarcastic, yet sweet way.
"And you were positive about the kissing thing, right?"
I blushed and nodded my head. "Why? You have some places you want to kiss me?" I asked.
"I have a few."
When he said those words, it sent a shiver down my spine. "Where do you want to start?"
"You think I'm going to do it right here in front of everybody? You want to see your brother to kick my ass, princess?"
"That'll be entertaining." I replied.
He laughs softly and it makes me feel warm all over.
His eyes met with a few girls who were eyeing him in the corner and giggling like little school girls.
I rolled my eyes. Really?
"Looks like you just found your fuck buddies for the night." I said.
He shakes his head.
"What? You can't say you don't want them. Three girls. I'm sure you've had foursomes before."
He nods. "I have but not with girls who look so-"
"Slutty?" I asked.
"Besides," He grabs a lock of my hair and twirls it around his fingers as he looks into my eyes. "They're all brunette and I got a thing for blondes."
My entire body starts to feel warm. Why does he do this to me? How does he do it? It's not fair.
After me and him stare at one another for a long moment, one of the women from the corner walked over. She was short, and sweet. If she ended up going home with Chris, she wouldn't be able to handle him.
I study his body. He's so lean, and well built. He's wanted. He's definitely wanted.
"Me and my friends were over there checking you out, mister." The girl has a country accent and sound like she's no more than sixteen. Why is she calling him 'mister'?
Chris smiles and crosses his arms. "Is that so?"
She nods her head. "We know that you and your family are loaded. And me and my friends heard about your reputation."
"Yeah well, people lie but tell me what you heard."
"Just that….well….that you…"
Chris raised his eyebrow. "That I what?"
"That you have a big cock, and that you know how to fuck really good." She said.
I just stare at her with my jaw on the carpet. She really said that. Wow.
"Is it true?" She asked.
He smiles "Ask me again later tonight while I'm fucking you."
She blushed strawberry red.
I turned away from them and ordered a beer from the bar. I hated beer, but I wanted to distract myself and not seem so jealous, which I knew I was.
After exchanging numbers, and his promise to meet back up with her later, she leaves and he turns to the bar and lean against it.
I stare down at my beer bottle feeling….actually hurt. "I thought we were playing the game." I said not meeting his eyes.
"That was part of the game."
My brows furrowed as I looked to him.
"I wanted to see if you'd get jealous."
I glare at him. I wanted to slap the hell out of him. But instead, I just walked away from the bar to go find Tara.
When I found Tara, her and Chase were talking and laughing with guys and I joined in. I got lots of attention because of my dress.
Thank god my brother was already too faded to really notice what I was wearing.
He was talking to a few girls, and I'm sure it was a very…interesting conversation.
I went to watch a girl dance and her body was moving so gracefully.
She was beautiful. Too bad she's wasting her life away at a place like this.
After her routine, she slid down the pole, to the floor of the platform she was dancing on. "You're pretty." she commented.
I smiled. "I was going to tell you the same thing." I said.
She grins. "Bi?" She asked.
I shake my head. "Straight but…"
"I always wanted to kiss a girl."
"Really?" She asked.
I glanced around the room and met eyes with Chris before looking back to her. "Really." I answered.
"Want to kiss me?"
I blushed. "Can I? I wanna see what it's like."
She slid off the platform so that she was standing in front of me. We were about the same height.
I didn't know how to start.
She seemed to be waiting for me to make the first move.
I decided to just wing it.
I made sure to look over. Chris was still looking at us, an unreadable expression covering that arrogant, yet beautiful face I became smitten with. Hell, maybe I always been smitten with it. With him.
I slid my hands to her hips, and brought her against me. My hand slides from her hips, up to her neck, to her jaw, back to her hair. I grab it tightly between my fingers to see her reaction. She seemed to like it from her lustful expression.
I place my lips on hers, testing to see how I felt about it. I felt nothing. I mean, the kiss was hot, especially with her letting me dominate her like this, but there were no sparks. Then again, I didn't really expect there to be.
I slowly pulled back and opened my eyes.
She smiled and exhaled. "Wow. You're a good kisser."
"Thank you. It was fun."
She nods. "Sure you're straight?"
I nod my head. "Positive."
"She's straight," Chris's hand went to the small of my back. "And she's mine." He said.
When he said that, there they were, the sparks, the warm tingles. All that shit that let me know that he was what I wanted.
He ushered me away from the girl. "What the fuck are you doing?" He asked, clearly irritated.
"What? You get to flirt with a girl and offer to fuck her right in front of me but I can't kiss a girl that I had zero sexual feelings for?" I asked.
"I wasn't seriously going to take her home, Summer."
"I don't know that."
He opened the door to a small room, grabbed my arm and then pulled me inside.
He released me and shut the door closed before turning to me.
I rubbed my arm where he grabbed me too hard.
The room had huge windows in it covered by red curtains.
Chris sent me a seething glare and I just stood there.
"Why would you do that? Knowing I was right there watching you? Were you trying to make me jealous?"
"Why would you be jealous?"
He shook his head. "Don't do that. Come on, Summer. Let's not act stupid."
"So what you did wasn't wrong?"
"Did I actually fuck the girl? No. All I did was lie and said I would."
He sighed heavily and leaned against the door.
Our normal, playful flirting was gone, and things were getting serious now.
I saw that, and it scared me.
"No, I wouldn't, Summer."
"You fuck, and fuck, and fuck. Why wouldn't you? That's your reputation to be a fucking man whore. Why stop now?"
"Because of you, you fucking idiot." He said in a low, yet intense tone that made me stop breathing for a second. Because of me.
I stared at him for a moment too long before looking down to my boots.
I heard his footsteps walking to me and I looked up to meet his eyes.
All humor gone, the both of us were heated, with both anger, and lust. I felt like I could feel what he was feeling.
Chris pressed me to the wall.
I looked into his eyes, so many emotions going through my head.
He slowly leans down and just as he does, as if on reflex, I close the distance between us, but he slides past and kisses me on my jaw instead.
It confused me, until the kisses went lower, and lower, to my neck, to my throat and down further. He left kisses going down my chest. Just before he could get between my breasts, he lifted his head back, grabbed the fabric covering my bra and ripped it open.
It shocked the hell out of me, especially with that hot look in his eyes, but I didn't care. I wasn't going to stop him. The straps of the dress fell over to my arms.
Next, he ripped the bra open, and continued kissing down between my breasts.
I shut my eyes, feeling every kiss in my pussy.
I was getting so wet, just from him kissing me like this.
I placed my fingers in his hair as he got on his knees in front of me.
He lifts my dress up pass my stomach. He continues to kiss me on my stomach and on my navel, then a little below my navel which drove me insane. I moaned softly, feeling my pussy throb.
My lips parted as my breathing picked up.
Chris meets my eyes as his tongue swirls around my navel. Oh my god. He's so fucking sexy.
I grabbed his hair in a grip as he kisses down over to my legs, avoiding the one place I really needed him to kiss. His lips brushed up to my inner thigh and he kissed me there softly, and licked my arousal that spread everywhere the moment he kissed my neck.
I moaned under my breath, loving the way his tongue felt licking me there.
I stared down into his eyes. Nobody ever had me so hot like this before.
Chris's hands slid up my thighs to my hips as he went to my other inner thigh and kissed me there before licking up my juices. His tongue felt so good, and I wanted nothing more than for him to use it in another place.
I was seconds from giving in. I couldn't take him teasing me anymore.
But I kept myself composed for as long as I could stand it.
My panties were completely wet, and I wanted him to just take me. Take me anywhere in this room, on the floor, against the wall, against the window for people to see. I didn't care.
The door suddenly opens and Chase walks into the room with Liam.
My eyes grew wide, and Chris quickly got to his feet. Oh…shit.