Avoiding Intimacy (Avoiding 2.5) - Page 24

“And, your paintings aren’t shit. I’ve seen the inside of your studio,” John said with a smirk.

Nitya giggled and leaned into him like they were sharing a private joke. When, in fact, their joke wasn’t all that private. It was obvious what he was saying.

Trey, obviously not picking up on what John was saying, spoke up. “Yeah, I agree. I’ve seen some of your work. I’d love to see your studio though.”

Was this guy that dense? The only one seeing inside her studio was f**king her, and Trey certainly wasn’t.

The subject switched to business, and Chyna pulled back from the conversation.

She didn’t want to be involved, and she didn’t want to have to think. Adam ordered her another drink, and the table got a round of tequila shots. She veered away from the alcohol. She’d had too good of a time last night, and she didn’t want to make herself look worse by imbibing way more than she could handle.

Instead of taking the shot, she checked her phone to see if Frederick had ever responded to her text messages. Just when she was about to get up to give him a call, he texted back.

Dallas called. Sorry, chicky.

Chyna groaned, throwing her phone back into her purse. She took a drag on the hookah and could feel a slight buzz from both the alcohol and tobacco already. The sweet aroma was deceiving because it was already making her tingly in a way that alcohol never did anymore. It was nice.

“Are you still meeting up with Frederick?” Adam asked, standing. He was completely confident on his feet.

Had he even been drinking that much?

Chyna hadn’t really been paying that much attention.

“He cancelled,” she told him, resting her head back against the cushion.

Adam bent down and kissed her forehead. “Maybe you should take it easy.”

“I’m fine!” she said defensively, sitting up straight. She hadn’t had that much after all. “Will you get another hookah while you’re up?”

Adam sighed with a nod. “Anyone else need anything?”

Trey and Darius nodded. “We’ll come with you.” The three guys walked away to get more drinks for the table.

“Ah!

Two wonderful, beautiful women,” John said, his speech showing the signs of alcohol. He smiled that devious smile in Chyna’s direction and crawled over Nitya to sit in between the two women.

“John! Watch it!” Nitya cried as he caught her leg when he scooted across her.

“Come here,” he said, beckoning Nitya with his finger.

She glanced over at Chyna and then moved closer to him. He threw his arm across her shoulders and kissed her temple. Chyna watched him whisper something into her ear, and Nitya giggled, her eyes flickering to Chyna again.

Despite everything, her stomach was clenching in anger and frustration. This was a f**king ridiculous display and she wanted it to stop. She wasn’t thinking coherently. She knew that he’d had his hands on her last night and now they were running up and down this bitch. It hadn’t been right…even if they had just been dancing, but come on!

“Are you sure?” Nitya asked. John nodded and trailed his finger across her bottom lip where she was biting it. Nitya sighed pleasantly before turning her attention back to Chyna. She crooked her finger at her. Chyna furrowed her eyebrows together, but she was too jealous not to find out what she wanted.

How did John have this much pull over her? She couldn’t explain it, but she scooted across the chaise anyway.

Her body pressed almost completely into John. The warmth radiating off of him mixed with her curiosity was intoxicating.

Nitya leaned forward, pressing her hand into John’s thigh, as she moved only an inch away from Chyna’s face.

Chyna sat very still, realizing where this was going. This was probably a bad idea . She should move, but her eyes couldn’t even break away from Nitya’s, who was holding Chyna’s gaze with such intensity that it was hard to even think about pulling back to see what John was thinking. She had a damn good guess.

Then, John’s hand landed on the small of her back, and she froze in place. She couldn’t have moved even if she had wanted to. It was like a magnetic force was in the air, holding them all at his touch. Her mind rushed back to the night before, and her eyes fluttered closed. His fingers moved softly against her skin, easing any apprehension she might have had.

She couldn’t even fight it when Nitya’s lips landed on hers. She felt soft and foreign against her own. She tasted like the apple hookah and lip gloss. Nitya wasn’t the first girl Chyna had ever kissed, but this felt different. Her tongue flicked out and trailed across her bottom lip. She heard a groan come from John, and something about the pure sensuality of it made her want to continue. Chyna opened her mouth and allowed Nitya to deepen the kiss, finding her tongue and running along it. Almost as soon as it started, they broke apart.

Chyna’s heart was pounding out of her chest, and she realized how turned on she was. She didn’t even think it was from the kiss either. It was because he was watching, and he was still touching her.

“Fuck,” she whispered, staring into Nitya’s blue eyes.

The girl giggled and ducked her head.

“Fuck is right,” John said in a strained whisper.

At the sound of his voice, Chyna felt like she had woken up from a dream. Her eyes moved from Nitya to John, and she clenched her jaw. What the f**k was she doing? And why was she always thinking that when she was around him?

She slowly scooted away from them, unable to believe what she had just done.

What had possessed her to kiss that girl?

She seriously felt like she had been possessed because she wasn’t even that drunk.

John laughed into Nitya’s hair when Chyna moved away from them, and Nitya shared in his humor as he nuzzled her neck. Chyna felt feral at that point. She was fighting her own instincts. On one hand, she wanted to push Nitya out of the way and have her way with John. On the other hand, she wanted to punch him in the face for playing with her. He was teasing her purposely, and he was damn good at it. She was furious, horny, jealous, and frustrated. Goddamn man!

Adam returned a minute later with the other guys, complaining about long lines at the bar and shitty service. Chyna had a hard time paying attention. She had too much else on her mind.

The night dragged on with John keeping up practically the entirety of the conversation. It was like a light had been switched on, and his full charm had taken over. She didn’t know if it was the amount of alcohol in his system or if her kiss with Nitya had something to do with it.

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