Chapter 8: A Glass Of Wine And Seduction

Why was he looking at her? His beef was clearly with Kay, she had nothing to do with it. She hadn't even gotten past the horrific thought of him being a murderer.

"Precisely my point, Shawn," Kay said, observing the moment but ignoring it. He was perplexed by one thing though, how the hell did Shawn ever come up with the idea of marrying someone?

"Okay, got it. Now silence. I want to enjoy the ride.."

As Shawn commanded, they all obeyed. When Lydia's thoughts traveled, her subconscious prompted her to pick at her nails. When they finally arrived at the club, Lydia was amazed. Everything about Shawn just spelled this rare elegance. It really was unfortunate that he had a bad habit. An unforgivable one in fact.

The exterior of the club was decorated with seductively-coloured neon lights. It looked so fancy. When they got inside, Shawn dragged Lydia all the way to the VIP lounge. He gestured to her to sit. He went ahead to make some arrangements. Before he left, with his eyes, he told Kay not to try engaging Lydia in a conversation but he clearly wasn't going to listen.

"So... what's the name?" Kay asked, flashing a cute smile. This was what he did whenever he was set to capture an unknowing female prey. Lydia smiled thinly, trying not to indulge him but he wasn't going to give up,

"Do you dance?" His voice was loud because of the noise coming from the other side of the club. The peasants' side, as Shawn always referred. Again, Lydia ignored him. Did she understand the look Shawn gave Kay before going away, or did she just hate Kay? It was the latter. Sure, Kay gleamed but it didn't mean he got an easy pass to talk to her.

It seemed like Shawn took long strides to get to the lounge. He was acting weirdly selfish but not presumably because of Lydia.

"That was fast.," Kay said, feeling a bit amused. Shawn ignored him and looked at Lydia, "Move over, I want to sit beside my wife," as she adjusted, he took his rightful place beside her.

"Shouldn't you run back to your brother? "

Shawn was getting really uncomfortable with Kay around. He wasn't intimidated, definitely not. He just wanted to try something. Try something with Lydia.

"You know perfectly well that I hate Scott. Why else do you think I'd be snitching?"

Kay was putting up a good argument so, Shawn resorted to his other option. "Leave."

The hoarseness in his voice sent chills down Lydia's and Kay's spines. His stare was intense and piercing and it made Kay swallow. It didn't do anyone good to get on Shawn's bad side. Kay got up and while he was about to walk past Shawn, he patted his shoulder. Then to Lydia, he nodded. She still didn't do anything about his greetings. Poor Kay.

"Whew, now I can breathe. Do you drink?" Shawn asked. What a silly question, Lydia thought.

"Yes. Water is a very necessary liquid for the proper functioning of the body system,"

Shawn beamed. His eyes were easy and relaxed. She was hilarious, surprisingly.

"Lydia.." her name sounded so beautiful in his mouth that she gasped in amazement, especially at the fact that he was calling her name for the very first time. He noticed her surprise,

"Hmm.. shocker, I know your name," he teased.

"I don't drink, sir.."

"Call me by my name.."

"I don't want to.."

"I want you to.."

"I..."

"My name..."

Lydia wanted to breathe! Shawn was suffocating her with his masculinity. He was like an Alpha wolf, preying on an innocent deer. Lydia had a look on her face. A look that exposed her innocence stirred something up inside of Shawn.

"I will fuck you...if you keep looking at me like that.."

Lydia gasped. Who the hell was this man and why did he make her feel that way?

"I...I..," she trembled. At this point, his full gaze was on her and even though he hadn't made a move to touch her, she vibrated. In her imagination, he was already playing keys on her body. It was certainly a sensation she'd never known and Charlie had never done this to her.

While all these thoughts were running through her head, a waiter appeared with a bottle of wine in his hands. Leaving the wine and two champagne glasses on the table, he disappeared. Shawn had a look of satisfaction. Good. His night was really just beginning. He quickly opened up the wine, popped it, and poured Lydia a glass. She observed he didn't pour any for himself so she had to ask,

"You're not having any?"

"Absolutely not.."

"I can't have the whole bottle to myself.."

"You will. And if I say you will, you will,"

Shawn's words were always absolute. Saying that he handed her a cup.

"What's the alcohol level in this?"

"Not important. Drink, Lydia."

She watched him with uncertainty written all over her eyes as she took the glass from his hand and lifted it to her lips. Oh, she thought, this was wine. She couldn't quite describe its taste but she well understood that it was amazing. Shawn's gaze agreed with her, even though he wasn't drinking,

"It's my favorite bottle whenever I come here," he said, understanding her intended question.

"You don't come here often?"

"Except times I want to unwind.."

"So we came to unwind?"

"No ...I simply came to watch you.."

"Watch me do what?"

As if the DJ was listening to their conversation, he cued in a really slow song. Who played slow songs in a freaking club?! Shawn got up and put a hand out to Lydia but she refused to take it. Shawn took her by the neck of her gown and pulled her up close. What a jerk. She fell on him, having her lips brush past his cheek. This alarmed Shawn, so much that as he caught her from further plunging to the ground, he cupped her cheeks sending his lips crashing onto hers. They were both instantly ignited, letting out moans of unhinged pleasure.