To Color Your Life - Chapter 121

It didn’t take long for Justin to figure out what stunned him more: Aaron’s first kick on the drums or the girl he spotted in the crowd. What was Emily Hayes doing in this private club? Was she from their circle or something?

The guests on the dance floor went into a strange trance, reeking of wild energy, permissiveness and sex.

Evans thought she was an ordinary naive girl, obviously not knowing the male body, but no. The way the girl moved, her alluring hips and thin waist, pulled into a tight-fitting corset – she knew exactly how her body affects men.

Maybe he wouldn’t even notice her. There was a couple of dozen like her. But that bright lavender hair caught the guy’s eye.

Justin remembered how soft they were when Emily fell on top of him. And now he madly wanted to bury his fingers in them, squeeze them in his fist and pull them towards him until a moan of pleasure escaped the girl’s lips. Punish her for misleading him.

Damned alcohol. Damned Denver’s drum play. Damned Emily Hayes who popped up in his life so unexpectedly!

He’s met these girls before. They only pretended to be innocent creatures. Justin was also naive. If Hayes was a relative of a close friend of his grandfather, then she definitely belonged to their circle. Another little upstart of rich offspring. So, all her being so simple during the studies was just a mask. A game that everyone in this room was playing. Including him.

An unpleasant feeling, similar to annoyance or disappointment, scratched inside. She is just like everyone else. And you, Justin Evans, are a fool.

He didn’t understand why his thoughts kept coming back to Emily Hayes again and again. But if before that they evoked strange anticipation, unreasonable male rivalry, now bitterness appeared in the mouth.

Even his favorite beer seemed like old vomit.

She was on the dance floor. So, she was in the game, which she could not know about. Well, Emily Hayes, you’re the one to blame.

Evans closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He set aside his beer and headed for the dance floor. His unhurried step was filled with the animal grace of a hunter whose prey did not yet know that it had fallen into a trap. Justin stopped behind the girl.

The drums picked up the beat. The people around were twisted around each other, like a flock of snakes dropped into one basket and controlled by a skillful fakir. Aaron Denver knew his stuff.

Justin watched this action more than once. And he has been a part of it more than once. The rules were known to everyone. If you want quick sex without commitment – just don’t resist.

Justin reached out and when he touched the girl’s hair, the lights in the hall went out. The time has come for permissiveness. His hands slid over her shoulders. The girl didn’t even flinch. Instead, she pressed her back against his chest and ran her fingers through the man’s hair, pulling his head towards her.

“Hmm, someone likes to be active?” Evans chuckled to himself. Well, he didn’t mind brightening up the evening in such lovely company. He just received permission to do so. There was also a separate closed room in the club for such purposes.

Sorry Grandpa, your request not to touch Hayes is no longer relevant.

Without a moment’s hesitation, he bowed his head and, feeling the girl’s neck, kissed her. The seductress’ perfume was too sweet for his taste. But he decided not to attach any importance to this.

Sliding his lips down to the base of her neck, Justin turned the girl towards him, squeezed the hair at the back of her head and was already preparing to kiss her lips, as a bright flash lit up the dance floor.

Aaron hit the drums sharply several times as if his playing had reached a passionate climax, blasting the floor with languid exclamations from the girls.

Justin froze. Life in his body seemed to be paused by someone.

He was holding Emily Hayes. He thought he was holding her. But he was wrong.

“Wow, you’re handsome! Hottie, do you want to go to some place else?” The question of a stranger brought the guy out of a trance.

The girl clung to him even closer, pressing her chest and waiting for the continuation. Justin only now saw that, apart from the color of her hair, she was completely different from Emily. Hell, even that dyed hair felt like straw to the touch.

The guy forcefully pushed the girl away from him, causing the latter to be completely bewildered. Then he turned around and quickly walked towards the exit of the club.

The midnight air was cool, but not cool enough to chill Evans’ head.

“Damn, damn, damn! What the hell was wrong with me?!” Justin kicked the wheel of his car with all his might when he was in the parking lot. The alarm went off, enraging him even more.

Evans took his keys out of his pocket, turned off the alarm, got behind the wheel, and tapped the steering wheel a few more times.

“This is madness. It’s all wrong. It’s just the consequences of yesterday’s booze.” The boy muttered to himself.

But as soon as he closed his eyes, he again saw the dancing girl with lavender hair. But this time he knew exactly who he wanted to see in this place.

Evans could compare his condition to the idiotic, slobbery descriptions from romance novels that his sister Zoya constantly read. Where the impregnable and cold protagonist fell in love with the main female character (who would turn out to be some plain Jane, for sure) at first sight.

Here is the irony…

In his ears, he could only hear this “ta-dum, ta-dum” heart’s beat sounding in the sarcastic voice of his sister.

“Yeah, fuck that! That’s impossible.” Justin barely contained a nervous laugh. If one of the guys saw him now, they would think that he had smoked a pot and was all high.

But the more Evans now thought about the past day, the more he noted that since meeting Emily Hayes, all his thoughts and actions somehow returned to her.

Justin exhaled slowly and started the car.

He didn’t believe in love at first sight. He basically did not believe in love whatsoever.

But he was sure of one thing.

For the first time, his thoughts were so full of a new girl that his brain even began to freeze. Damn, how crazy do you have to be to react to hair color like a bull to a red rag?!

This insanity must have a reason. Such chemistry is an indicator of excellent sex. An ideal partner for pleasure. At least for his pleasure. And love has absolutely nothing to do with it. Absolutely.

He was sure about that. Yes, absolutely.

Evans breathed a sigh of relief and looked at himself in the mirror. “You want her. That’s it,” he said in his most persuasive tone.

Just a little thing remained – to convince the girl herself to do it.

Get the job done and clear your head of this madness.

Justin smiled.

Looks like it’s his turn to play.