It had been two weeks since Darien's trip to Miami with Marcellus. It had also been two weeks without so much as a hello. How could she let him get to her this way? Now that her body had been made aware of its sexuality, how was she going to go without it? Two whole weeks and not even a hang up call on her voicemail. Darien had spent the last two weeks berating herself for allowing him to use her, but she knew that she had to get over that.
Rya had called and asked her to go clubbing and after the midterm exams and the stress of not hearing from Marcellus, she had decided to go. Rya knew about the arrangement for the one date to clear Devin's debt, but she had no idea how far that one date had gone. She had asked Darien plenty of questions, but they all went unanswered or she would simply say, "We had dinner in Miami." She could never mention the sex.
The sex. Every time she remembered the feel of him inside her she got wet. She had brought herself to sensual release so many times over the last two weeks that she had lost count. No other man had this affect on her, but tonight she wanted to forget Marcellus. She had to forget, lest she be shackled to him and she could only guess what hell that would bring.
Darien heard the bass of the music before she entered the club. The front-man at the door took one look at her and allowed her and Rya passage. She had seen the look of lust in his eyes as his gaze traveled the length of her legs. She was not tall by any means, but her legs gave the illusion of being attached to a tall body, a tall curvy body. Tonight she had decided to let go and to forget. She was dressed in tan mini dress that hugged her curves in all the right places. She wore little make-up and carried her Coach wristlet that was given to her by her boss at work for her birthday. On her feet were a pair of five inch pumps that just screamed, "catch me, fuck me."
It had been easy for them to find a table, and they saw a group of their friends from Canisius and asked to sit with them. The table of ladies hadn't convened five minutes before the first round of drinks arrived. "Drink up ladies, this round is on my brother. Its his way of saying happy birthday to his little sister," said Jasmine. The ladies all drank and then several made their way to the dance floor, including Darien.
Darien moved around the floor from partner to partner. Rya was never too far away as she danced all over the floor as well. Suddenly, Darien was pulled against a very muscular male chest. The grip on her arms was determined. She looked up and saw Church, one of Marcellus' bodyguards, had a firm grip on her arms. She smiled up at him, "I'm sorry, I didn't see you standing there." Darien attempted to step back out of his grasp, but instead of letting her go, he pulled her forward.
"I've been ordered to have you come with me." The big man's words left no room for discussion.
"Get your hands off me, Church." She jerked away from him. Rya, seeing what was going on, went over to her.
"Is there a problem here?" Rya asked.
"Miss Darien is to come with me, by any means necessary." As the meaning of his words sank in Darien flinched.
"We came together," said Rya. "That means we leave together."
"Suit yourself," was all Church said before both girls were swept off their feet; Church carried Darien and Moe, the other bodyguard, carried Rya through the crowd. Neither was settled on their feet until the elevator doors closed and they were moving upward.
"What's this about, Church?" Darien asked him. She remembered him being friendly before.
