His - Chapter #19 - Free To Read

You Don't Own Me.

Parker walked in, and Ian followed him. He looked at me, and I looked away. I was aware of his eyes on me, and his stare made me uncomfortable.

"What is he doing here?" Marley snapped.

Parker gave her a weird look. "I asked him to come with us. He wasn't doing anything."

"And you didn't think it was important to ask us if it was okay?"

Parker frowned. "What's wrong with you? You seemed fine with him the other night."

Before Marley could say anything, I cut in. "What she means is, you should have told us. You know how much Marl likes things planned. She booked a table for three only."

"It's fine," Ian finally said. "You guys carry on, I'll leave."

I smiled a sickly sweet smile at him. "Oh no, Ian. It's completely okay. In fact, I insist."

Ian looked at me in surprise. I looked away, to find Marley's curious gaze on me. She knew how much I didn't want to be in Ian's company.

But I was going to show him. I didn't want him to believe that I couldn't be with anyone else, or that I couldn't have fun. I wouldn't let him bring me down.

I refused to let the five years I spent healing myself, and making myself forget Ian go for a toss. I was okay before he came along, and I would be okay now as well.

"Let's go!" Parker exclaimed, totally unaware of the tension brimming in the room. We took Parker's car. After much argument, I sat with Marley at the back.

"I can't believe you're okay with him being here," Marley hissed.

I shrugged. "It's fine with me. He needs to know that my life doesn't revolve around him. I survived for five years without him."

Marley smiled. "I'm proud of you, K."

I grinned at her. Dinner was actually fun. Ian didn't participate in conversation, unless absolutely necessary.

"So, Ian," Marley started, and I noticed the evil smirk on her face. I cringed. "Who's Silver?"

"Silver's a friend."

Parker raised his eyebrows. "Don't be such a prude, dude. She sounded hot on the phone."

"Parker!" I exclaimed, disgusted. "Please stop talking."

He laughed. "Sometimes, you act like an innocent little virgin ears."

I rolled my eyes. If only he knew the stuff I had done. The stuff I had let Ian do to me. "We can't all be shameless like you."

"I'm not shameless!" Parker protested.

I smirked. "Sure. But just so you know, when you and Marl have sex, I don't want to know the oh-so-dirty details."

"Khloe!" Both of them yelled, and I raised my eyebrows at them. A blush covered Marley's face and Parker looked  away. I hid a grin. The sexual tension between was so bloody palpable.

"Which club?" I asked as we finished dinner.

"I know!" Parker exclaimed, and I raised my eyebrows. Again, Parker didn't tell us where we going.

I groaned as I saw the line to get in. "How are we going to get in?"

"Contacts sweetie," Parker smirked.

And he did have the contacts. We got in as soon as he spoke to one of the bouncers.

"Khlo! Let's get a drink!" Marley yelled at me above the sound of the music.

I nodded. Four rounds of shots later, we were wasted. "Let's dance!" I pulled Marley into the crowd.

I closed my eyes as I let the music take me over. My hands above were my head, as I grinded to the beat of the music. I didn't even bat a lid as someone pulled me from behind, and started grinding against me.

"Let's get out of here," he murmured into my ear.

I turned around, and gasped. He was gorgeous. He had black hair, his blue eyes shined brightly.

"What do you have in mind?" I smirked.

"I have a table. I would love to grab a drink with you."

I raised my eyebrows seductively. "Just a drink huh?"

He bent down, his lips at my ears. "And anything you want."

"I'm Khloe."

"Sean."