A Naive Bride for the Sophisticated CEO novel Chapter 42

Amelia took the fourth cup of Tequila and became really tipsy. Elena noticed the drug she asked the bartender to insert in her drink was beginning to kick in.

“Would you love to dance?” Elena said in Amelia’s ear. Amelia let out a loud laugh and bounced her head.

“Yes! Let’s go!” Amelia pulled Elena’s hand to the dance floor and let go of her.

She raised her hands in the air and began to sway according to the rhythms of the hip-hop they played. Elena kept her eyes on Amelia and kept dancing too.

“Do you want another drink?” Elena asked, and Amelia bounced her head. She began to move her head aggressively, jumping and dancing out of excitement.

Elena walked to the bartender and sat in front of him.

“How many capsules did you put in it? I think it is yet to start working. You have her just one, right?”

“Yes. Don’t worry, Ma’am Elena. It will kick in very soon. If it’s more than one, it would be too much. She could go crazy.”

Elena slowly divulged a smirk and stretched her hand forward.

“That is what I want. Give me another capsule and a cup of tequila.”

“Ma’am…”

“Now! Do it.”

The bartender reluctantly nodded as he reached for the viagra tablets in his breast pockets and stretched it to Elena.

“A shot of Tequila too.”

After collecting the capsule, she picked a paper from a bag, placed the capsule in it and crushed it with her teeth.

The bartender stared at her uncomfortably, he wished he could stop her from whatever she was doing, but who was he to question her? She was going to pay him after all.

Elena powered the power into the drink and danced back to where Amelia was dancing wild.

“Hey!! Here is another shot!”

Amelia looked at Elena and smiled happily. She took the cup from her and gulped all of it.

“Why didn’t you bring yours?” She asked, passing the cup to Elena again.

“I think I have had enough.” Elena responded with an evil grin, and Amelia bobbed and kept dancing.

Soon, Amelia began to feel very uncomfortable. Her body was beginning to heat up and she could feel her nipples harden inside her crop top.

She reached for the jacket she wore on the strap crop top and removed it.

“What’s wrong?” Elena asked, still moving to the rhythm.

“I’m… I feel hot.” Amelia stammered, tossing the jacket to Elena.

Elena smirked and looked back. Her eyes met with the man and he bounced his head.

“I’ll drop this next to your bag, okay? Stay put.” Elena tapped her shoulder and walked back to the counter.

Amelia tried to keep the vibe going, but something was wrong with her. She was… horny.

She moved her hand to her left aching ni**le and gave it a slight rub which sent sensation all over her, down to the middle of her legs.

“What’s happening to me?” She mumbled and rolled her eyes up. She kept rubbing her ni**les when someone held her hand.

She opened her eyes and looked at the man that held her.

“Do you want me to help you with that?” He asked with a very calm tone, and a smile crept up Amelia’s face.

“James, what are you doing here?” She asked and before he knew it, she threw her arms around him.

Throwing her arms around him roughly, the necklace Helen bought for her fell to the ground but she had no idea.

“You came to look for me, right?” She drunkenly poked his chest.

Elena looked back and gave the man a wink. He nodded and looked at Amelia’s heated face.

“Let’s go somewhere private, shall we?” He asked and didn’t wait for her to respond before he started pulling her with him. He headed for one of the rooms at the back of the club.

Elena let out a little as she saw how Amelia held unto him like he was her husband. The bartender watched her reaction and shook his head.

‘She is so evil.’ He thought.

The man opened the door and helped Amelia in. He let go of her and she staggered to the bed and laid on it.

“Hm…” She moaned. She touched her ni**ples again and began to rub them.

“You look so horny.”

He closed the door and hurried to where Amelia was. He grabbed her legs and flung them open.

“Hey… What are you doing?” She mumbled, trying to close her legs. She opened her eyes and he moved his face closer to hers.

“Amelia…” he called, and Amelia let out a feeble smile.

“I’m still mad at you, James! When will you love me?” She asked in a shaky voice, and he went ahead to kiss her.

Her eyes fell closed automatically and kissed him back. ‘Finally, James wants me.”

He proceeded to grab her b**bs, and she arched her back, letting out another pleasured moan.

“I want you to f**k me…” She moaned.

***

James clutched his jaws as he walked into the club. He looked around, saw different ladies, some with men, some with women.

He rolled his eyes and walked to the bartender. He sat on the stool and looked up.

“Margarita.” He said to him, and the bartender nodded and got to work.

He looked at the dancing floor and watched how people danced and enjoyed themselves. He remembered Amelia once again.

He heaved a sigh and was about to look away when his eyes fell on someone familiar. He knitted his brows and looked closely to see it was Elena dancing.

“Elena?” He called and the bartender placed the cup of Margarita in front of him.