I CANT
As you sipped your third drink, a pleasant buzz settled in. Whether it was the alcohol or the growing connection you felt toward Pedro, you enjoyed the warmth spreading through you. You sat down beside him on the plush seats, picking up from where you'd left off earlier.
"I’m going to hear you sing," Pedro said, his gaze focused and earnest.
"Oh, is that a command?" you replied, a playful, flirty tone in your voice.
"No, it's a promise," he said with a smile. "I want to hear from you again. Can I have your number?"
"Maybe," you teased. "Maybe after you tell me your last name?"
Pedro seemed momentarily surprised, but there was no offense in his expression. He was humble, not one to expect people to know him.
"Pascal. Pedro Pascal," he said with a slight chuckle.
"Okay, let me see your phone," you said, holding your hand out.
Pedro handed it over, unlocking it for you. As you opened the phone app, you noticed the high number of missed calls and texts. For a second, you forgot that he was a celebrity. To you, he was just a man—charming, handsome, and real.
You typed in your number, adding a pink heart emoji before handing the phone back to him.
"Here you go," you said with a smile.
Pedro immediately texted the number, watching for your notification.
"What, you didn’t trust me?" you teased.
"I just wanted to make sure you weren’t seeing double numbers," Pedro laughed.
"I can handle my liquor, Pedro," you shot back with a grin.
He leaned a little closer, his voice soft but sincere. "I like the way my name sounds coming off your lips."
You felt a warmth spread across your cheeks at his words, a flutter in your chest that wasn’t from the alcohol, and a shockwave through your core. You crossed your legs hoping that it wasn’t noticeable how wet he was making you. There was something about the way Pedro looked at you, like he was undressing you. It made you feel both shy and bold at the same time.
"You're full of surprises, aren't you?" you said, trying to keep your cool, but the intensity in his gaze was hard to ignore.
Pedro’s lips curled into a slow smile, his eyes never leaving yours. "I could say the same about you." His voice was low, just enough to send a shiver down your spine.
Before you could respond, Boyd’s voice cut through the moment, calling from across the VIP area. "Alright, alright, enough with the lovebirds, you two!" He was clearly in a teasing mood, and Lucia shot you a wink, clearly entertained by the growing connection between you and Pedro.
"Sorry, Boyd," you called back, still trying to steady your heart. "We were just getting to know each other better."
"Yeah, sure," Boyd replied with a laugh, raising his glass in a mock toast. "Well, don’t take all night, we need you both to come join the party."
Pedro chuckled and glanced back at you. "Looks like we’re being summoned," he said, placing his hand on your lap. If his words didn’t turn you on enough, this certainly did the trick. Suddenly you were thinking of all of the ways you would take this man. Fueled by liquid courage, you leaned in to plant a kiss on his cheek. "Let’s not keep them waiting," you murmured, grabbing his hand and pulling him toward the group. But in an instant, he pulled your arm back, and you tumbled onto his lap. Before you could react, his lips captured yours in a deep, passionate kiss. The sensation was exhilarating—sparks igniting, fireworks bursting, and the world around you fading into stillness.
You cupped the side of his face, your fingers digging slightly into the scruff of his jaw as his tongue invaded your mouth with a possessive hunger. His arm tightened around your waist, pulling you flush against him while his other hand gripped the outside of your thigh, fingertips pressing firmly into your skin.
The heat between you was undeniable, and your body responded instantly. You were dripping, your thighs clenching as you felt him growing hard beneath you, the pressure against your core making you ache for more. When you finally pulled back, your lips were swollen, and a glistening string of saliva still connected your mouths.
Unable to resist, you gave him one last teasing peck, your eyes locking in a shared promise of what was to come. Taking his hand, you led him back toward the party, the cheers and whistles from the group barely registering over the thrum of desire coursing through you.
The night blurred into morning, and as the music faded and the lights softened, you and Lucia began your goodbyes. You wrapped Boyd in a warm hug, and he smirked, his tone teasing as he said, “I see Pedro stole the girl.”
“Sorry, Boyd,” you replied with a grin, “but I really hope we can keep our friendship. Oh, and I have a really hot friend who’s super into you too.”
Both of you turned toward Lucia, who blinked in confusion. “What?” she asked, her expression innocent but wary. Boyd chuckled along with you, shaking his head as your hug lingered.
When you reached Pedro, his hands found your waist, pulling you close as he swayed you gently, back and forth. You threw your arms around his neck, your eyes locking with his.
“Come home with me,” he murmured, his voice low and pleading.
You bit your lip, the temptation overwhelming. “I can’t,” you said with a soft laugh that didn’t quite mask the disappointment in your tone. “I have to go to my depressing job tomorrow.”
“I’ll take care of you,” he whispered, his words wrapping around you like a promise.
God, you wanted to say yes. That ache deep inside you begged for release, and he was the only one who could deliver it. But reality loomed—bills didn’t pay themselves.
“You have my number,” you said, a playful smile tugging at your lips. “Take me on a date first.”
You kissed him deeply, savoring the softness of his lips and the way he held you, his hands sliding low to brush against your ass. When you pulled away, his eyes burned with a mix of longing and understanding.
As you turned to leave, you and Lucia clasped hands, sharing a knowing smile and a quiet laugh. Together, you stepped out into the morning light, leaving the club and the night’s memories behind.