EroticReverie

Layla

How dare he. How fucking dare he. How dare he look so fucking attractive and smell so fucking good. How dare he look at me like he wanted me when he had the chance and passed. I don't care what the fuck his brother said to him, the fact that Bryce didn't have the fucking balls to just do what he wanted, pisses me off. How dare he make me admit to how fucking bad I wanted him, pratically throw myself at him like a fool, only to be turned down, more than fucking once. Fool me once, right? 

I'm livid as I storm back to the table. My date clearly sensing my foul mood as I plop down in the chair next to him, pick up his drink and down it. 

"Uhhh" he says just looking at me. "You good?" 

I just look at him and then look back to the dance floor as Bryce just fucking smiles like a smug son of a bitch at me, hands in his pockets. 

I was going to strangle him, with my bare fucking hands. 

"I'm fine." I snip. 

My date throwing up his hands in surrender.

"Alright, just checking. You want to get out of here?" he asks and I turn my head and look at him. 

"I'm the maid of honor. I can't leave yet." I say with more attitude than the poor guy deserves. 

"right, right" he nods. "You...uh, want me to get you another drink?" he asks. I take a breath. 

"Yes. please." I say and he stands up. 

"What do you want?" he asks. 

I shrug. "Whatever." 

"Allllright" he draws out the word and I know I need to stop being bitch. But also know no matter how good of a guy Lawrence is, that he's gonna put up with my now shitty attitude if it means he's getting laid at the end of the night. Which, was....IS, IS the fucking plan. I was going to screw his god damn brains out. Just out of fucking spite. I was going to make use of the hotel rooms, my sisters husband bought for each of the wedding party as a "thank you" for being part of the wedding. I only prayed that my room would end up right next to Bryce's. I'd fuck Lawrence's dick so damn hard that our headboard is gonna smash right through that fuckers wall. 

I let my eyes lift and I scowl as Bryce is STILL standing there like a big dumb idiot staring at me. I roll my eyes and look away. I can feel him walking over and want to stand up, grab this chair and break it over his stupid face. 

He sits down in my dates seat. 

"Can I sit here?" he asks and I just roll my eyes again. 

"Does it matter?" I say with a bored and annoyed sigh. 

"How do you plan on telling your date that you're gonna have to send him home to spend the night with me?" he says and I shoot my head in his direction.

"Bryce....do yourself a favor and shut your big stupid mouth." I snap and he grins. Which only makes me even angrier. 

"God, I cant stand you." I say and look away again. 

"Do you know I've waited all fucking day for this...for you to be a snarky little brat with me? That THIS, is what I fucking miss." he says and I inahle and exhale deeply , avoiding his gaze. My knee jerks when he reaches for it, I shift in my seat.

"Don't touch me." I shoot him daggers with my eyes. 

"fuck it." he says and I jerk my head back, surprised, angry that he's about to walk away, giving up on me so fucking easily. Fight for me you son of a bitch my insides scream. I DESERVE to have you grovel. 

He snatches the side of my chair and pulls me closer to him as I squeak at the sudden movement and he leans in, his breath against my ear and my neck. 

"we dont have to fuck...but I'm taking you to my bed tonight Layla. And we can do whatever the fuck you want...we can fuck...we can fight...or you can snuggle that sweet ass of yours up against me...i dont give a fuck what we do...but you dont belong in bed with some schmuck like that guy.....you know where you fucking belong" he whispers, and I fight shivering at his voice in my ear, my arms errupt with goosebumps and I exhale a breath that suck itself in my chest and held onto it the moment he started to talk against my ear. 

"I want to kiss that fucking mouth Loxley" he says with a soft groan. I swallow, my nipples hard in my dress, , and I was probably gonna soak my fucking panties if I let this bastard keep talking to me like this. 

"I miss the fucking taste of you....the smell of you.....the sound of you when you talk.....the sound of you when I make you cum" he whispers and I tilt my head towards him, pushing his mouth away. 

"Go away Bryce" I say, because it's all I can muster. 

"Hey" my date says, making Bryce turn his head. He politely gets up, gestures to the seat.

"Was just talking to my dance partner, sorry" Bryce says and I watch my date look at Bryce like he knows he's full of shit, but he takes his seat and hands me my drink. 

"Have a safe drive home" Bryce nods to my date.

"Oh, we're not driving. We're staying in the room." my date says and I almost wince. I lift the glass he brought to me to my mouth. 

"Yeah." Bryce says with a smug fucking look on his face. "Right." he says and actually grabs my date by the shoulder and I sit up as he leans down and whispers something into my dates ear. 

"Bryce, leave" I growl at him. My dates eyes popping. Then Bryce is standing, patting him on the shoulder, straightening my dates tie like a fucking prick and patting it. I'm seething as I reach over and slap Bryce's hand. 

"Get the fuck out of here" I push his hand away. "You are such a dick." 

Bryce winks at me. 

"As you wish Little Loxley." he smirks and then gives a stupid little bow. If this was a cartoon, I'd be a steaming from my ears. 

"god, he is such a dick, I am so sorry, don't...don't listen to whatever he said to you." I say and my date clears his throat. 

"I uh...maybe...we should...just call it a night." Lawrence says.

My jaw drops. "What?" 

"Listen, im not into drama, clearly you two have something going on and-"

"We have literally NOTHING going on!" I shriek, and then look around, thankful for the music playing as I lower my voice. 

"He does this....he does this ALL the time...he's just a prick and enjoys pushing my fucking buttons." 

"Just...."I sigh. "Just tell me what he said."

Lawrence lifts his hand to the back of his neck. 

"Well uh...paraphrasing here...." he says and looks over at Bryce.

"That if I didnt stop kissing on his future wife.." he says, my eyes popping, my heart beating faster out of anger and fucking something else I didnt want to put a name to. 

"That he was going to ...and I quote...cut off my nuts and dangle them from his rearview mirror." Lawrence says. 

"and that you only brought me here to piss him off." he adds. 

"that son of a -" I go to stand and Lawrence grabs my hand. 

"Listen Layla...you're a cool chick." he says.

I squint. "A cool chick?" 

He nods. "Yeah, but..I...I kinda want to keep my nuts." 

"He wouldnt fucking touch you" I argue. "He's full of shit." I say and look over , looking at the wedding party table to find Bryce sitting behind it in his seat, twirling a fucking knife on it's tip eyeing my date. I growl. 

"Yeah....uhh...I think I'm gonna catch an uber." Lawrence says, standing. 

"He's fucking with you...well...with me....he's doing this on purpose...he's an idiot!" I say as Lawrence walks around the table, loosening his tie and I follow after him. 

I watch Lawrence as he walks straight up to an uber already waiting. 

"Dont go, jesus, are you serious? you were going to get laid!" I yell at him, stomping my heel. 

"Gnight Layla, it was uh....fun...till it wasnt....call me if you ever lose the psychopath" he says, my jaw dropping as I watch him get into the back of the fucking uber. 

I just stand there dumbfounded. 

"Well....that was easy." Bryce says, making me spin where I stand. 

His brows lift. "Uh oh. Someones angry with me." he says. 

"WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!? THAT WAS MY DATE!" I yell at him as he stands at the top of the stairs to the hotel, calmly walking down them. 

"Mkay, well, I called him an uber, and he's gone now. So, now you can spend the rest of your night..with me." he says. 

I've never been so angry in my life. This is what I want, him fucking working for it, him fighting for me, but it's annoying that he's just so fucking sure that I want him still. So sure of himself.

"I hate you." I narrow my eyes up at him.

"Mmmhmmm" he nods and takes the step down and stands there looking down at me. 

"Show me how much you hate me Loxley." he smiles.