Revenge is All I Want

Jamie's POV

"What do you mean?" Frustration couldn't begin to describe my emotions right now.

"Quiet down, will you?" I snarled, digging my hands into her flesh. She calmed down immediately. Good.

Ammie had asked this same question for the umpteenth time now. The urge to snap at her had been too overwhelming. I just had to do it.

I guided her away from the main lounge, where soft conversations and the gentle clink of glasses created a quiet background.

Men gazed at her lustfully. I could see the lust in their eyes. Swines. She is mine. I wanted to growl out.

My hand snaked around her waist possessively. She stiffened at first. For a minute, it felt like she would yank herself from me.

She didn't. She relaxed in my hand a few seconds later. Our closeness did things to my body and brain. I readjusted myself to hide my little friend that was poking out.

We retreated to a more secluded alcove in the club, the lighting softer, casting a gentle glow over us.

I gestured for Ammie to sit on the sofa, but the space between us felt too tiny, each second thick with anticipation. I took a seat beside her, our proximity both inviting and overwhelming.

I decided to break the tension before I would do something stupid, like grabbing her and kissing that smoldering red off her lips.

"Jack isn't someone you need to be around," I said, my voice a low, deliberate murmur. My hand lingered on her waist, the contact a subtle, yet unmistakable claim.

Ammie's eyes flashed with a mix of gratitude and defiance. "And you're the one to decide that?"

A fleeting, enigmatic smile touched my lips. "Let's just say I have a knack for recognizing people's true intentions."

Her gaze was unwavering, but her body seemed to wrestle with an internal conflict. "Well, thank you, I guess. But you didn't have to…."

"I did," I interrupted, my tone firm. "Sometimes it's better to remove yourself from situations before they escalate." My own way of saying stop being naive and stupid. Even with your family.

Yet, I couldn't say that out loud. With Ammie, it is often so hard to communicate my thoughts to her. I am scared my cold attitude would drive her away from me.

After all, my grandma is right. Not everyone can tolerate my frigid personality.

The silence between us grew heavy, Ammie's breath coming in shallow, uneven gasps. She seemed caught between the urgency of the moment and her own thoughts. Her eyes met mine with a mixture of curiosity and lust.

I leaned toward her, unable to resist anymore. Her lips parted slightly as if yearning for a kiss.

But she drew back as though recollecting herself. I took charge. I closed the distance between us, capturing her lips with mine.

It was as if my very life depended on this moment, and my lips expressed that urgency with every touch. My hands claimed her with a sense of desperation, finding themselves on her face, her neck, pulling her closer.

Her lips were soft and warm, and she tasted faintly of the wine we had shared. I could feel her initial resistance as she tried to push away, her hands pressing against my chest.

But the fire in her drooping eyes spoke of a deeper, uncontrollable desire that matched mine. I cradled her face in my hands, feeling the silky strands of her black hair slipping through my fingers.

I tilted her head gently, deepening the kiss. Her breath mingled with mine, quick and uneven, as the kiss grew more. I tongue-fuck her just like I would want my little man to do the slow dance with her waist.

I lifted her from the sofa and settled her body onto my lap with a gentle, possessive ease. With her, I just want to love in a gentle way.

I could feel the fast beat of her heart against my chest, and the softness of her gown brushed against my skin. It drove me mad. All I wanted to do was rip it off her.

She tangled her hand in my hair, pulling me closer, and I responded by wrapping my arms around her, holding onto her for my dear life. 

The warmth of her body, combined with the sweet scent of her hair, was intoxicating.

Our kiss was fierce, a battle of passion and desire. Ammie's initial resistance melted away as she pressed closer, her curves pressed against me with a desperate need.

The world outside our bubble ceased to exist as we lost ourselves in the intensity of the moment. My hands moved on their own as they rested on her breast. I rubbed on her nipples through her gown.

She moaned in pleasure, and I drank it all in, not wanting anyone to hear her cries of pleasure. They didn't deserve it. Only I did.

Our passionate moment was abruptly interrupted by the sound of footsteps and a voice. I broke the kiss, waiting to see who dared to enter my private section.

Riley, my stupid friend, entered the alcove, his eyes widening. Yet, the idiot that he is didn't get the message I tried passing with my hand.

"Jamie?" Riley foolishly called out. "There you are. I've been looking everywhere for you." I will kill this boy, my gaze said. I will kill you.

He flinched. Good. He got the message.

"Man, what did I do? You look scary." Yeah, he didn't get the message.

"Fuck. Off. Riley," I growled out, accentuating each word.

"Chill down, dude. You are barking like a dog." Sweet Lord. I would have smashed his head if I wasn't trying to protect and shield an embarrassed Ammie.

The stupid motherfucker doesn't know how to read the room. Another set of footsteps filtered into my ears. 

I knew without a doubt it was Danny. True to my prediction, he strode in and stopped two feet away from Riley.

He looked at me and then at a trembling Ammie, hiding her face in my chest. I shielded her with my body to reassure her.

"Riley, let's leave," Danny said as he pulled Riley's hand, dragging him toward the door.

"But Jamie is still in…"

"Shut up. And follow me," Danny said in a cold voice.

The room became quiet. Just the sound of our breathing and the loud beating of Ammie's heartbeat could be heard. I waited a moment to allow her to collect herself.

"Forget about what happened today," she said coldly.

She tried removing my hands from her breast, but I wasn't going to budge. "What do you mean, forget?" I arched an eyebrow at her. Playing dumb.

"You heard me right." She stood from my lap. She looked sexy, like a thoroughly kissed woman would.

"You will have to explain more, wildcat," I said lazily, crossing my legs to cover the bulge.

She finished tidying herself up from across us. I waited gently for her response.

"You have brains, Jamie." She dropped two bundles of dollar bills as she strode out of the alcove.

I was too stunned. I couldn't comprehend what she meant until my eyes met the money on the table, and I realized what she had done.

She had paid me.

Me. Jamie Barrington. Heir to the Barrington Group.

Hah. This woman is something else. I picked the money up. Pocketed it.

 Laughter bubbling up. Already imagining the bundles framed in our bedroom after our marriage.