15: Feminine Power

LILLIAN

As soon as we got on the dance floor, it didn't take me much time to get lost in the music blasting from the speakers all around us in the club.

I was already feeling lightheaded, very tipsy from downing five shots of tequila and gin martini at a go. The lights seemed even brighter and I felt even freer than when I left the hotel prison Xavier had thrown me in.

Heaven knows I might regret this later, but what the heck?! I want to live a little.

We started dancing, and it was heated right from the start. I twisted my waist and grinded my bum against the Greek god’s crotch and allowed his greedy hands to feel me up. When I felt his ragged breathing against my neck, I guessed I was doing something right.

Scratch that, I knew I was doing something right.

His hands went further down my body to the hem of my dress before making their way into my dress, lifting it up slightly. His hands were cold against my skin and if they went any higher, they'd be exposing my barely covered ass for the entire club to see and by barely covered I meant I was literally only wearing a thong underneath.

But I was too buzzed to give a shit.

“Fuck…” he moaned again and I felt rather proud of myself that just a few moves of my body could reduce a man to this.

Not Xavier though. I’m pretty sure he was too rigid to spot even a boner for me.

I pressed myself against him again and felt his lower region harden, I continued to dance, smirking.

But just when things were about to get more heated, he wasn’t behind me anymore. In fact, it felt like he was being yanked away from me.

What the…

I turned just in time to see Xavier lift his clenched fist and slam it into his face. The sound of bones breaking and jaw shattering reverberated through the entire club and plunged the room into deafening silence.

My eyes widened in utter shock and horror.

“Xavier!” I shrieked, and my breath caught in my throat when he turned to look at me and his blazing eyes met mine.

His eyes were ablaze with fiery anger that pierced right through me, sending shivers running down my spine and momentarily freezing me in place.

Fuck, he is pissed.

He didn’t say anything to me, turning back to the Greek god who was still recovering from the first punch.

“What the hell, man!” He snapped, massaging his broken jaw.

“You put your hands on my wife,” Xavier growled back. Greek god’s eyes widened in shock as he looked at me. I averted my gaze in shame.

“I-I’m sorry, man. I didn’t know—” he tried to plead his case but Xavier cut him off.

“Well now, you will know. And you will never forget,”

And Xavier punctuated that with another gasp that sent Greek god flying and elicited a gasp from me and more than half of the club.

“What the fuck, Xavier!” I screamed but Xavier didn’t stop, landing punches after punches to the guy's face.

What baffled me more was the fact that no one was trying to stop him. I wouldn’t even dare. All I could do was watch in horror and Xavier kept punching the guy who surrendered to the onslaught and didn’t even bother fighting back.

This is so fucked.