Confession – Part l

Lilian had already arranged everything for her as Ophelia walked into the club through the VIP entrance. She made her way to the bar through the crowd of people dancing and swaying to the music.
"Whiskey on the rocks, please." She placed her order as she sat on the barstool. Ophelia's gaze roamed around the crowd of people on the dance floor. Her gaze darted around the club, looking for a target, but there weren't any that piqued her interest.
"Your drink, ma'am." When the bartender placed her drink on the counter, Ophelia turned around.

As she returned to the dance floor, Ophelia sipped her drink and sighed. She felt a pair of eyes on her and searched for the owner of the gaze. She rolled her eyes when she couldn't find anyone, but she looked up when she felt the pair of eyes again and saw a man walking towards her, his glowing eyes set on her. Her gaze was drawn to his body, and a smirk formed on her lips. His toned physique was dressed in a black shirt with the top two buttons undone. His face was covered in stubble, which gave him a mysterious aesthetic. As the man neared she noticed tattoos peeking out from under his shirt. His right arm was covered in ink, and he held a glass of liquor in his large hand. When her eyes returned to his eyes, she saw a dangerous shadow linger in his eyes that would make anyone flee for the hills. 'He is perfect!'
She screamed in her head as the man came to a halt in front of her.
"Was macht eine wunderschöne Frau wie Sie hier, die alleine sitzt?" He asked, gently taking her hand in his and kissing her knuckles without breaking eye contact. (What is a beautiful woman like you doing here all alone?)
"Can I buy you a drink?" His voice was heavy and husky as he inquired, and she smiled.
"Wie kann ich einen Drink von jemandem annehmen, den ich nicht einmal kenne?" She inquired, and the man smirked. (How can I accept a drink from someone I don't even know?)
"You're American?" Her brow furrowed as he inquired. "How do you know that?" He chuckled when she asked.
"Your accent."
"Ophelia Jade," she said as she nodded and extended her hand. "Cassian Genovese," he said softly, taking her hand in his.

She found herself on the dance floor after a few rounds of drinks, swaying her hips in perfect sync with the music, grinding against the stranger's body as his hand firmly gripped her waist. She threw her head back on his shoulder, her gaze shifting to the right as she felt a burning gaze dig holes in the side of her skull. Her pupils dilated as she noticed Onyx standing in a corner, his gaze fixed on her and the man she was with. He was outraged, and if eyes could kill, she and the stranger she was with would have been dead by now.
"F*uck!" she muttered as Onyx turned around and dashed out of the club.
"Was it him?" Cassian inquired, and Ophelia responded with a nod. "He's one lucky bastard." Ophelia laughed as he grumbled.
"I was expecting him to drag me out of here." As they approached the bar, Ophelia chuckled. "I'm surprised he didn't." Ophelia nodded as Cassian grumbled.
"Thank you for your help." Cassian returned her smile as she thanked him.
"How can I say no to such a lovely lady as you?" Cassian kissed her knuckles again, and Ophelia laughed.
"Would you like me to drive you home?" He inquired, and she shook her head. "He left without taking, so guess I'll have some fun before heading back."

The grew darker and it was past midnight when Cassian dropped her off at the hotel. Ophelia took a deep breath and knocked on the door because she didn't have spare keys. When her knuckles hit the door, she found it open. She frowned and peered inside, where she discovered the suite was dark. Ophelia walked in slowly, closing the door behind her. She yelped as the door clicked shut and Onyx spoke up. "You are back!" His words sent shivers down her spine.
His voice was deep, icy, and hoarse. She could tell he was enraged, probably more than she had anticipated. "Yes," she replied as her eyes found him sitting in the dark on the couch. "Why were you there?" He asked as she walked towards the kitchen counter and got herself a glass of water. "I believe you know as you saw me." She replied while sipping her drink and turned around. Ophelia gasped when Onyx pinned her on the spot. His face had a five o'clock shadow, his eyes were glowing with rage, and his neck veins were swollen. His face was right over hers, and her breathing became labored. She slowly placed the glass back down and Onyx inquired. "Why were you there, Ophelia?"
His question was direct and serious and she knew he demanded the truth. Ophelia knew her plan had worked and now only a push, he would trip.
"To find myself someone who could give me a release." She looked up and said, "Because you are not willing to give it to me and only interested in teasing me." His jaw twitched as he clutched the kitchen counter tightly.
"Did he give you the release?" He asked through gritted teeth and she only smirked. That was all it took for him to snap, and his lips crashed with hers in an instant. Her eyes widened in surprise as her body was jolted awake as his lips ignited her body on flames. His kiss was hungry, urgent, and possessive as his lips moved ferociously against hers. He hoisted her up on the counter and she moaned into the kiss when his hand gripped her hair and pulled her head back.

"Did you enjoy it?"