Chapter 58: Chapter 58
CALYX
I pay no attention to the security bouncers greetings as I marched into the club. Inside, the crowd is so huge. It leaves me momentarily stunned. Sanity finds its way into my jumbled head for like a second. How do I find her in this large crowd?
Is she here right now? What the fuck am I even doing here?
That sanity was soon overruled by the huge erratic sense. I am not leaving until I see her at least and be sure that she is safe. I weave through the thick crowd. Looking at the tangled bodies passed out in the resting area to see if she is among them, but no.
There is no sign of her at the bar too.
The close to thirty minutes search brought no luck. My patience is fraying. So is my irritability.
And just then all of a sudden, the atmosphere becomes more boisterous. Some annoying upbeat song is playing. My eyes naturally went to where the boisterousness is coming from. I later realize that it was not just the upbeat music that was the reason for the heightened liveliness. It was also the people dancing on the make like performance stage. Three girls dancing and flipping their hairs as if they were possessed—which is scary rather than entertaining.
But the crowd were all cheering to it. The white blouse that one of them wore draws in my eyes and attention. It was sort of similar to what she had worn to my office. My legs were taking me towards the stage faster than I knew it, pushing through the crowd of people. Those who weren’t that drunk made way for me to come up ahead. Soon I am standing on the front row and staring at her. There she was. Gweneth. She is still in that same outfit dancing and throwing her hands up in the air, twisting her body. Moves that ignites something in me through my anger and relief that I don’t care to admit. She seems so happy and carefree. It’s in a drunken way but still happy nonetheless.
I could not help but hear the conversation between three guys that were standing close to me.
"Which one are you calling dibs on tonight?" One first asked.
"It’s the one in white top for me." I snap my head in their direction as I hear that. They are talking about Gweneth!
"Oh, come on! I was planning on choosing her."
"Yeah me too." Another adds exasperatedly.
"Well, in that case we would be sharing her. It is more fun that way isn’t it?"
I ball my fist, my blood filling with a need to drive it into each and everyone of their damned faces. No it wouldn’t end with just their faces getting bashed in. I am going to fucking kill them if I use this anger. I am trying to rein it in but it feels so fucking impossible.
Hearing them say her name alone is having my blood boil. How dare they talk about Gweneth like she is some sort of prize or a wet pussy they can stick their useless dicks into?
No one gets to do so except me.
"Are you sure she did not come with anyone?"
"Of course. It is obvious. If she had come with a guy, he wouldn’t let her be up there dancing like a slut." Those words fired me up. But it also made a good point across. I don’t think she came with a guy either. I am trying my hardest to play it cool as they continue to sexualize her. It is not easy. But I do not want to start a fight here. Quietly getting rid of them would be so much easier.
I bring out my phone and quietly take a picture of them and sent it to one of my men, also telling him to bring others with him to get rid of the guys in the photo. They will be easy to distinguish because of their flashy, colorful outfit. The only way they are ever going to get a taste of her is over my dead body. They have a few hours left at most. They will be seeing themselves in hell tonight with the devil for daring to talk about someone they shouldn’t have.
They will be long dead before they realize why they died and what they did wrong.
As for Gweneth, I’m getting her out of here. I was about to go to her when a thought comes into my head. I put a call across to Sam. I quickly interject with my question before he could even say hello.
"That girl—Gweneth who is she to you?"
"What’s with that question? Where is this coming from?" He says confusedly.
"Just answer the question. And honestly."
Then comes a pause of silence. I keep my eyes on her, my heart racing as I wait for his answer. It is very needful. I just hope he does not— "She is no one." He answers. "Good." I say perfunctorily and hang up. I would have left if he had said he likes her or something.
Gweneth suddenly stops dancing and starts to tug at her top, trying to take it over her head.
I spring into action and get on the stage to take her. "Get out of my way." I growl at the bouncer who blocked me from reaching her. He slightly bows his head as he recognizes who I am. "Do you know her?" He asked me.
"Yes. Now get yourself outta my way." I shove him away from my path and moved quickly to stop her from completely taking her top off. I knew trying to get her to put it back on would not work. So I opted to carry her over my shoulder and take her away. She struggles and flails her hands and legs, making it difficult for me. Shouting at me to let her go. "Stay still or I will spank you." I warn. She stays still just for a moment. She is registering my voice and calls out my name in an uncertain questioning tone. "What are you doing here? Where are you taking me, let me go!" She starts to scream and struggle more this time. I bring my palm down on her butt cheeks with just the right amount of force to sting and get the message that I am not joking across to her. She stills. The bouncer was still there. "Why are you just standing there? Go report to your boss." I tell him. By the time I reached the exit, Gweneth gets hysterical again. And I also spank her a few times—more than necessary because I liked the soft feel of her ass and the way it jiggles against my palm.
She spews all sorts of profanities from her pretty lips for me to put her down and let her go. We get the attention of the security bouncers and the people hanging around. I know I look like an abusive partner in their eyes. But I have never been one to care about how others see me. I put her in the passenger seat, click on the sit belt strap across her body and angrily slam the car door in her face. "Monster!" She spits Venom when I enter the driver seat. "What do you want to do to me now!"
"Where do you live? I’m taking you home."
"Coming from a demon like you, you really expect me to believe that?"
I scoff. Monster, demon. The third one is a twisted psychopath. She still hasn’t changed her insults pattern. "I am more of a helper in this situation than a bad guy. How could you stupidly take off your shirt in a room full of guys? What if you had been assaulted?"
"God, you are speaking like such a saint right now.
I would rather be assaulted in there than be here with you, so let me go! What are you even doing here?" She yells at the top of her voice. "I am sorry for coming to see you. I will do all I can to avoid you so please do not. . . . ." She trails off.
"Force you to blow me?" I completed the sensitive topic for her. I heard the sound of her catching breath. "At least I would make you enjoy it. Those bastards wouldn’t."
"Who?"
"I am very sorry for appearing in front of you today. I made a big mistake. So stop the car and let me go!" Too late. You were already a part of me again before you realize it.
"Say something else. Like you home address."
"My home address?" She stares at me like I have grown two heads. "No. Let us end it here. You don’t have to be coming to my place to harass me!"
There is no getting through to her. "Stop being a clutz! Just tell me your fucking address!"
