-From your POV-

I stumbled and pushed my way off the floor and stepped out onto the edge where the bar and seating areas started. I knew J would be sitting at his table, which was to the left of me, so I walked straight out to the bar and ordered a tequila shot before looking over. I turned my head to the left and we immediately made eye contact. He was stretched out in his seat, one hand resting on a cocked arm and his other arm tapping his hands impatiently on the table in front of him. I felt an evil grin come across my face. I stood up from the stool and started walking in his direction. His eyes grew more intense as I got closer to him. Just as he thought I was going to stop where he was, I walked right past him and into the beaded curtains of the private backrooms. These rooms were soundproof and guarded at all times because this is where he would usually go for 'messy business'. I waltzed in and heard the stereo system playing faintly until I found the speaker and turned it up more. Just at that moment, I feel warm air on my neck and my pulse pick up again. "Doll, you're dancing with the devil now." he growls in a low tone. I smile at his words and quickly turn around so we are now face to face.

"Just as I wanted to." I say. He's now leaning over me, scowling at me and I'm mischievously smiling up at him. His intense and calculated scowl quickly twists into a smile as he snaps his hands around my waist and pulls me to him, closing the gap. He quickly starts kissing me, biting down hard on my bottom lip and exploring the inside of my mouth with his tongue and I wasted no time reciprocating. About a minute goes by when I feel him lightly lift me and throw me onto one of the couches in the room. He quickly stalks over and leans over me as I lay down on the couch. He's between my legs and slides his hand back up my thigh, his fingers lightly grazing the hemline of my panties. His lips part from our kiss as he lightly grins and laughs.

"When are you going to admit it, doll?" he hums.

"Admit what?" I say back.

"That you want me and have no self control around me." he sees confidently.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." I say smugly. That re-ignites something in him and he begins kissing me again, but this time more forceful and intense. I hear metal clinking and then realize he's undoing his belt buckle. As much as that excites me, my own scheming excites me even more. I quickly push my hips upward and then follow by pushing my self up with my arms, causing him to now me the one laying down and me straddling on top of him. His eyes grew even more intense and lustful (if that's even possible) and my grin grew wider. I ran my fingers down his torso till they reached his belt buckle.

"And when will you admit that I always get what I want?" I say as I quickly use my fingers to adjust his belt, putting it back on. I started laughing to myself as I climb off him and begin walking back out to the club. I didn't turn back to face him, but I heard him grumble something under his breath followed by a few curses and groans.

I pushed my way back to Blue on the dance floor who look confused and asked me what took so long. "Got lost and then couldn't find you!" I shouted. He nodded in understanding and began dancing with me. I watched the curtains as a pair of pale large hands parted them quickly, just minutes after I left. I smiled to myself knowing that this was nowhere near over.

We danced for about 30 more minutes and then I decided my feet hurt so we found our way back to the bar stools. By this point I was drunk. Not quite shit-faced, but getting there if I had one or two more drinks. I sighed in relief as I sat down on the stool, Blue sitting at one next to me before swiveling around so we were facing each other. I was facing in the direction of J, who was sitting at his table glaring at me. I moved my eyes to Blue who was in the middle of saying something to me, but I had no idea what it was. I just wrapped my hand around the back of his neck and pulled him into a deep kiss. About 10 seconds in, I cracked my eyes open to make sure J was watching, and sure enough he was. He looked mad. I just winked at him and then pulled away from the kiss and told Blue it was time to go home. He only had the one drink over the two hours we were there, so he drove home.

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I woke up the next day and my head was pounding. I lazily crawled out of bed and walked into the kitchen where Blue was making breakfast again. I walked over to the fridge and pulled outu orange juice and vodka and mixed them together. "Really?" Blue asked critically as he heard me slide glass bottle back into the fridge.

"I'm sorry, did I need permission?" I snap back as I sit down at one of the kitchen seats. He places a plate of hash browns and a bagel in front of me and sighs. I pick up my fork and start picking as he sits down across from me.

"So I went to Barnes and Noble yesterday and picked this up." he says as he holds up a book. I squint to read the title.

"Everything You Need To Know About Antisocial Personality Disorder??" I ask harshly.

"Correct. I feel like I would be a better boyfriend if I understood you more." he says proudly. I slightly scoff at his remark.

"I'm difficult to understand?" I already knew I was.

"Well, sometimes." he admits. "It's been useful so far, I've found some of the signs that stick out with you the most. Like lack of empathy, stubbornness, boredom..." he lists off. Yeah, you also forgot the pathological lying, impulsiveness, and lack of concern for others' feelings.

"Wow." I say unamused. He continues going on and on talking about the stupid book and how each sign has it's own chapter and I tune him out as I focus on trying to get out of this hangover with carbs and vodka.

God Blue sometimes I want to punch you in the face.