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He straightened back up, eyeing the dark blue ball intently. A heavy sigh came audibly behind him but he chose to ignore it. She was only trying to distract him. “Left corner pocket,” he orally noted, rubbing his right index finger and thumb together, his eyes slitting slightly. A few sighs followed after that but again, as he did before, pushed it towards the back of his head. He needed full concentration on this shot, with confident hopes that he won’t miss it. If it were a random night, on a random game, he would have dunked that ball with one of his eyes closed. Not tonight though. Tonight, he had someone that was making him lose his concentration every five seconds. 

He raised his cue stick and handed it over to her. She threw her head back, in shock. “What? Me?” He nodded and pushed it  towards her even more. She hesitated and tilted her head to one side, making the dim, yellow lights in the pub bounce off the perfect sheen of her strawberry blonde hair. Only a celebrity could have that kind of hair, and she WAS a celebrity. Just as much as he was, if not more. “I dare you,” his lazy drawl floated through the air, filling up the half empty bar. It was already three in the morning. Most of the truckers had gone to their motels or wherever it was they go back to. They virtually had the damn place all to themselves. 

Raising a perfectly shaped eyebrow, she pushed her hair back and extended her right leg out, wrapped in skin colored nylon with a high-heeled Gucci boot covering the whole section under her knee. Tapping it to the rhythm of the rock music that was blaring through the old, worn-down jukebox, she crossed her arms in front of her expensive, white Armani shirt and matching black, leather jacket and shook her head, making her large, loop earrings bounce with her slightly wavy hair. “No.” She resisted and strut her chin out to further prove her point. He smiled cockily at her, knowing that it would send shock waves through her body. It was one of her biggest turn-ons and he planned to use it to his own advantage. “Why are you here, then?” 

Panic.

That was what he saw in those beautiful pair of almond colored eyes. She should have known better than to set this meeting up. She was her. He was him. Two different people who would never be the same. He too, knew that he shouldn’t have agreed to come. Curiosity got the better of him, took over his mind. He had to see her again. Call him mad, call him insane. Truth is, he was obsessed over her, and she didn’t even know it. 

“You know why I’m here,” her Southern drawl filled his head. He stood still, waiting for her to go on as he subtly roamed his eyes all over her. She must have noticed it since she immediately stretched her hand out and pulled the stick away from him, setting it down on the pool table with a hard slam, causing the other five balls on the table to roll carelessly out of place. A few customers turned to look but quickly ignored them when they realized that it was only two teens having a probable argument over something. “Kids,” came a growl form the back of the pub before everyone magically turned back towards what they were doing, leaving them both to rule the center floor. 

“Why don’t you enlighten me about that note you left in my room?” he challenged her softly, his piercing blue eyes causing her to shiver slightly. She turned her head towards the right and eyed him with the corner of her left eye. “Not here. Outside.” She gave him those simple instructions and instructed him to lead as her perfectly French manicured mails pointed towards the front entrance of the pub that was covered with old posters of beer girls, pictured in seductive poses. She nearly laughed when she discovered that she had done those and more for top, internationally acclaimed magazines. The beer girls looked cheap but at least no one was complaining about how they sang. 

Chuckling slightly, he shook his head and walked around the wooden table, with his head still focused on her direction. She watched as he put on his slow, catwalk walk with his Doc Marten boots thumping quietly on the cigarette-stub covered floor. He was oozing with sexiness that she couldn’t deny. Even though he was wearing a tight, black shirt that showed of his well-toned body, and an equally tight pair of faded jeans that seemed tailored especially for him to wear and never take off, she couldn’t help but start fantasizing. 

Her and her own naughty thoughts. 

He saw how she hard she was staring at him and snapped his fingers twice, breaking away her gaze from his delicious mouth. A teasing smile curled upon his lips, as he crooked his right finger slightly, motioning her to follow him. She obeyed, strutting her stuff as much as she could. He noticed it and ran his hand through his hair, messing up the already messed up batch of golden strands. He turned on his heels and walked out before her, holding the door out for her to exit the smoky and noisy bar, into the dark and chilly night sky. 

Seeing that she was temporarily shocked by the change in temperature, he grabbed her by the upper arm and dragged her towards the side of the building, backing her roughly upon the dirty white wall. She yelped in pain but did nothing. She wanted him to abuse her, as much as he wanted to. Hell, even before she went up to him, she had imagined him setting her roughly onto the pool table and doing “sin-ly” acts in front of the testosterone-filled crowd.

 Hey! She’s 20. A girl’s gotta live. 

“Agitated, I see,” she girlishly cooed, leaning back onto the wall and flexing her right leg up, causing her short, black, leather miniskirt to run up her thighs even more. He fixed his eyes on her perfectly shaped face, tempted to look down at the pair of legs that he loved to touch so much. “Only if it has something to do with you. Now. Would you tell me what we’re doing in this small, isolated town, or do you want me to beg for it?” She ran her tongue under her upper teeth, smiling. “I love it when you talk dirty. But…,” she paused lightly tapping him on his nose, “I’m not in the mood to get “down” tonight, if you know what I mean.” He spread his arms around her and placed them both sides of her shoulders and onto the wall, leaning forward so that his face was only a few inches away from hers. She could smell alcohol in his breath, and for a while, started to panic. He was probably drunk and that was an absolute no-no for a little lady like herself. Whatever. 

“You’re teasing me, babe. I know you are. You say that you don’t feel nothing but I know you do. I know you burn for me.” His speech came a bit slurred but she knew she had heard it right. Just what she wanted to hear from him. “And you don’t go round, telling me that you ain’t got nothing for me. You want me. I can see it in those eyes.” Her challenge infuriated him a little, but not enough for him to physically hurt her. Not yet anyway. “Why. Did. You. Want. To. Meet?” She was panting slightly now, because of fear and because of the mixed thoughts that he was making her feel. She wanted him so, so bad. “I wanted to see you, again.” She didn’t mean to make it sound like a whimper, but that was exactly how it came out. How weak she must have sounded. It really wasn’t like her at all. At least, not her celebrity side. “Babe, why do you have to do this to me?” 

Putting both her hands around his waist, she pushed her body forward and crushed herself into him, making him drop his hands. “Cause I know that I can’t get enough of you. You can’t get enough of me. We can’t get enough of each other. It’s that easy.” Their noses were touching at the tip of each other, her breathing in his breath and him, hers. She wondered how often they were able to be in such a compromising position. She’d be dead if her boyfriend saw her. Especially if it’s with him. 

He closed his eyes for a moment or two and reopened them, those blue sparkles twinkling in mischief. “But I thought you said you didn’t want to get “down”?” She giggled and threw her head back, arms moving upwards to securely circle around his neck. He saw his chance and leaned forward, kissing her roughly on her nape. She gasped, delighted, and closed her eyes when his lips trailed further up towards her jaw line. “Give it to me, baby,” she hoarsely whispered and unconsciously entangled her fingers in his hair, enjoying the pleasures that he was giving her. She groaned longingly when she felt him grasp her shoulders even tighter and push her jacket off her shoulders, making it drop noisily onto the concrete pavement. 

“It’s tearing up my heart, when I’m with you,” he playfully sang, teasing her. She winced at the familiar sound and pouted. “You’re making me guilty!” she sang playfully and placed her hands behind her back, preventing him from reaching them. He laughed and pushed her newly tangled her back, tracing the outline of her lips with his other index finger. “Ok. Ok. How about, get down. Get down. And move it all around?” Her eyes brightened up beneath the neon lights, her pout shaping back into a sly smile. “Much better, now that you’re singing it to me.” “You sure he won’t be upset that I’M singing to you? That I’m making you “sing”?” Both laughed, knowing what “sing,” meant. “To hell with him. He doesn’t have to know,” her playful whisper assured his worries, before she tilting her head slightly to fill his mouth with the sweetest kiss that he has ever tasted. 

Pulling back mutually, he removed his hands that had found their way onto her ass and fumbled for something in the side pocket of his jeans. “Damn,” he cursed under his breath when he realized that he couldn’t find what he was searching for. “What is it, sweet lips?” she asked worriedly when he started looking around the pavement, his concentration breaking away from her. She hated when that happened. “I lost my hotel keys,” he muttered under his breath and backed up to further scour around the area, getting more upset by the second. He wanted to get her in his room as soon as possible, to be inside her once again. Feeling his need, she helped him search for the precious metal, the heels of her boots echoing through the air. Both blondes had their heads bent down, not really looking at where each was going.

“Looking for this?” came a very familiar voice from behind the sidewall. A hand appeared with a key stuck in between its fingers before the owner fully reveled himself. Fury was in his eyes, and his hands, now shaking in anger. “Oh damn,” she softly cursed, eyes bulging out in shock. “I thought you might need it,” he continued, throwing the key onto the ground, making it land right in front of the Doc Martens. The owner stood stiff, not knowing if he should start a fight or just plainly shut up. He WAS screwing the guy’s girlfriend. 

“Don’t think I don’t know. You and your night time activities. I ain’t blind. I have ears. You think it didn’t surpass me that you’re freaking it with this guy?” “Justin, please. I can explain,” Britney begged, almost down to tears. She was lying to herself, though. She couldn’t explain. Not when the truth was, Nick’s satisfying her more than Justin ever can. “Sex machine, that’s what you call him, isn’t that right? And I’m just a frail loser,” Justin spat, his eyes now shifted to Nick. He couldn’t believe that girlfriend had called him weak, compared to this Backstreet. “You read my diary?!” Britney screamed, pointing an accusing finger at Justin. Nick pulled her back when she started lunging towards him. Her fists balled up. “You should know better than to leave your diary around in the room.” Britney felt herself sinking more and more, her secrets unfolding one by one in front of her. She clung onto Nick for support, knowing full well, that not only did Justin caught her cheating, he also caught her cheating while dressing like a damn cheap hooker. “It’s your death wish Britney. I’ll let you get back to your “lover” and you favorite past time.” His voice reeked disappointment and sadness, not to mention anger as Justin flashed Nick the finger and disappeared behind the wall once again.
 

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