Tempting the Billionaire and His Heir

Alexa Pov

As I danced on the crowded floor, my body felt light and free, like all my worries had melted away. The pills Nolan had slipped into my drink were doing their job, and I was enjoying the feeling of recklessness that had taken over me.

I swung my hips in a slutty way, not caring who was watching. The music was loud and the lights were bright, and I felt like the world was my playground. As the night rolled on, I lost track of time and forgot about everything else. All that mattered was the music, the dance floor, and the feeling of liberation that filled me up.

Suddenly, I felt someone move closer from behind me, and I turned around to see who it was. It wasn’t Nolan, but one of his friends that he had asked to follow me in case I told on him. I didn’t know his name, but he was tall and muscular, with a handsome face and dark hair. He grinned at me as he reached out to grab my waist, pulling me closer to him. I really couldn’t really figure out if it was Nolan or his friend because I was too dizzy to know but I just tagged it as Nolan’s friend because I knew Nolan would never touch me not especially when he had a girlfriend.Belongs to © n0velDrama.Org.

I didn’t resist, but instead leaned into him, feeling the warmth of his body against mine. He started to move with me, his hands roaming up and down my sides, and I let out a laugh. It was like I was in a dream, and nothing could touch me.

As we danced, I could feel the adrenaline coursing through my veins, and I knew that I was doing something dangerous. But in that moment, it didn’t matter. All that mattered was the feeling of freedom and the rush of excitement that I felt.

We danced for what felt like hours, and as the music grew louder and the crowd became more frenzied, I lost all sense of reality. I was lost in the moment, lost in the feeling of wild abandon that had taken over me.

I could feel the music pumping through my veins, the bass reverberating against my chest as I moved my body to the beat. The dance floor was packed, the air thick with the heat of bodies pressed together, but I didn’t care. I was lost in the moment, lost in the music, lost in the sensation of sweat trickling down my back.

And then I felt him. The stranger, his body pressed against mine, grinding himself against me in time with the music. I could feel his breath on my neck, his hands on my hips, guiding me in the dance. And I didn’t mind. In fact, I welcomed it.

As the beat picked up, so did the intensity of our movements. I ground my ass against his crotch, feeling him grow hard beneath me. It was an intoxicating feeling, knowing that I was turning him on just as much as he was turning me on. I could feel a surge of adrenaline kick into my system, making me feel alive and invincible.

And then, suddenly, he spun me around to face him. Our bodies were so close that I could feel his warmth against my skin, the heat of his breath on my lips. And without thinking, I leaned in and kissed him.

It was a brief, almost chaste kiss, but it was enough to send a jolt of electricity through my body. I pulled back, a little breathless, and looked up at him. He was a stranger, but in that moment, he felt familiar. Like we had a connection, even if it was just for this one dance.

As the music pulsed through the club, I let myself get lost in the rhythm. I didn’t know anyone here, but I didn’t care. I was just here to dance, to forget about my troubles and lose myself in the beat. I went back to kissing this stranger, The moment was electric, our lips locked in a passionate embrace as we stood there in the dimly lit room. I could feel his hands on my waist, pulling me closer to him as the kiss deepened. It was as if nothing else in the world existed, just the two of us lost in the heat of the moment.

But as the kiss began to reach its peak, a voice in my head whispered that this was all happening too fast. I didn’t know this man, didn’t know anything about him beyond the heat of our attraction. And even as my body yearned for more, my mind told me to slow down.

I was pulled away from him abruptly, breaking the kiss with a gasp. He looked surprised.

And then someone grabbed my hair from behind and yanked me down to the floor. I gasped in pain, my heart racing as I tried to figure out what was happening. And then I saw her – a girl glaring down at me with rage in her eyes.

The music was pounding in my ears, and I felt the bass reverberate through my body. I was lost in the rhythm, swaying my hips and grinding against the stranger behind me. I could feel his hands on my waist, pulling me closer as we moved to the beat.

But suddenly, I felt a sharp pain at the back of my head, and my hair was yanked down so hard that I was pulled off balance. I stumbled, trying to regain my footing as I turned to see who was attacking me.

It was a girl, her face twisted with rage as she glared at me. I didn’t know what I had done to provoke her, but it didn’t matter. The pain was all-consuming, and I couldn’t think straight.

And then I heard a voice, yelling over the music. “Katy, stop!”

I didn’t know who Katy was, or why this person was trying to stop her from hurting me. But the momentary distraction was enough for me to slip away, pushing my way through the throngs of dancers until I was clear of the crowd.

“You think you can dance with my boyfriend bitch?” she spat, her words slurring together.