Possesive

POV 

Millie 

I've somehow already lost Steph. 

Whatever..she'll be a busy woman tonight..time to find X. 

This place is packed and the music is blaring through my ears, the effects of the bass have centered itself in the middle of my head bringing a headache on within minutes. 

I twist and turn myself through a crowd of people. Some drunk guy puts his hand on my waist and whispers some sort of unrecognizable flirty slur in my ear. If X saw that this guy had his sloppy hands on me, he would probably be dead. I move away ignoring him and try to get to the VIP area that I know X must be at. 

The VIP section comes into view but I don't see X, it's some of X's guys and some random skanky girls. What am I even thinking? I look the same as them right now..

I feel someone behind me, too close behind me and their large hands make their way onto my waist. Tattooed hands that I know from anywhere, "looking for someone?" he whispers seductively into my right ear. 

X 

I turn my head into his shoulder and look up into his dark green eyes, "maybe.." 

"You look fucking gorgeous baby, I almost want you to change because of this.." he says gliding his hand from my shoulder, causing goosebumps to flare on my skin, and continues his way down to my thigh, "This is all mine." 

There. Right there, just his voice and his words can make me come. The possessiveness would normally steer me away from a relationship but when it comes to him? Please just fucking lock me away from the world and do what you will with me. 

I nod my head and reach my hand over to gently caress the back of his, causing an identical reaction of goosebumps that he gave me just seconds ago. 

"I missed you," he whispers into my ear pushing his front even further into my back and then placing his full lips over my earlobe and gently biting down. I can't do this, I need him, now. 

I feel a shake, but it's not me being shaken, it's X and I'm getting the afterquakes. 

He backs away from me and I feel him turn around and so do I. 

No…

It's the girl from Target who was with Penelope. 

Who is she and why the fuck is she here? Not only that but why is she approaching X? 

I feel unease wash over me from head to toe. 

"Baby, this is Dani, my new employee." He says fighting his voice with the music. 

"No," I say inaudible as they don't even look my way. 

This can't be. How could he hire her? She looks like Adria for fucks sake! And why do they seem so..friendly? I don't know one single thing about cum guzzling whore but I  immediately don't like her. Who the fuck does she think she is touching my man and who the fuck does he think he is allowing it? 

She's tattoo-free, long sleek black hair, I think brown eyes, I don't know and I don't care. She's got a nice body I guess. She's wearing skin-tight jeans and a sheer black shirt that's revealing her black bra from underneath and her cleavage is also visible. I'm starting to feel self-conscious in my own skin. This woman is so much more up his alley. 

"Baby?" X asks looking at me. 

I'm broken away from my thoughts.

"What?" I ask out of place. 

I see an extended hand in front of me. It's hers. 

"I said it's nice to meet you, Millie," Dani says with a smile. 

I give my best fake warm smile and shake her hand. 

"Let's go over here," X says putting his arm around my waist and guiding me to the VIP section, with Dani following behind. 

I'm so confused right now, who the fuck invited her? It sure as shit wasn't Mia because she didn't even know about a new employee. Was it X? I feel the betrayal prickle every inch of my body. 

How long is she going to linger? Go find some other guy to be all friendly with, this one is mine. 

I guess roles have reversed, I'm the possessive one now. Who even I am anymore? 

X sits down on the black couch and I waste no time sitting on his lap, claiming him as mine. He puts his hand on my thigh and I put my hand over his, encouraging him to touch me wherever he wants. I feel like I have taken control of the situation again as Dani sits in a chair a few feet away. 

A waitress comes by setting what I assume is a brandy down on the table in front of us for X. 

She turns her back to leave but X stops her, "Don't ignore my woman, ask her what she wants." 

Okay, that was incredibly rude and belittling but the way he just took care of me like that was beyond attractive. 

The poor waitress who probably curses my existence takes my order and walks away. I should've told her to keep them coming, I know it's going to be a long freakin night.