Chapter 11 A Strange Disaster

“You’re drunk.” He whispered too, trying to get away from her embrace.

“I know.”

Claus tried to remove her hands from his shoulder again, but she snapped at him. Her voice was loud enough to call attention to them.

“Stay still.”

“Real quick. Can you give me the name of the person you’re working for?”

“I don’t know. I don’t know.” Mia responded. “He broke my heart. Took away everything that mattered to me. Destroyed my world.”

By the time Claus paid attention to her sniffs, tears had found their way down her cheeks.

“Shit! Are you crying?” He asked, even though he could clearly see that she was. He became even more confused.

“Now I’m alone in the whole world. I’m going to be lonely. I’ll never forgive what he did to me. Never.”

Claus realized he had misunderstood everything. The lady before her was just heartbroken and not a spy or whatever he thought she was. She had been talking about who broke her heart all along.

Not knowing what to do, he hugged her tightly. He needed the hug himself. Just two people trying to overcome their grief. When he finally let go, he once again tried to free himself from her.

“I think you should sit down.”

“No. No. I want to dance. Dance with me.”

Claus had no choice but to agree. He’s got nothing to lose anyway. He allowed her to drag him to the dance floor. He was only making a few small movements with her because he hardly knew how to dance.

Mia suddenly turned her back on him, pressed her ass against his body, and began running her ass up his body from his stomach to his knees.

While Claus was enjoying her treatment of him, he remained silent. As she continued to do her ass job, he grabbed hold of her hip to prevent her from losing her balance. She turned to face him, hugged him, and then turned away.

Now, she was rubbing his back with her hands still buried in his t-shirt. Claus was very attracted to her soft hands touching his bare skin.

Claus grabbed her by the back and squeezed her tightly between his biceps, chest, and forearms. She enjoyed how he hugged her tightly and buried his chest with her face while taking a tiny bite. He extended his cheeks, which were below her chin, over her head. For a while, they were slowly dancing and hugging each other.

Mia looked at him after removing her face from his chest. She didn't say anything as she squeezed his chest even more tightly.

He knew what she wanted but ignored her. Mia then whispered to him.

“Kiss me.”

“No.”

“Why? You don’t find me attractive either?”

“No… I mean… You’re fine as hell. But you’re also vulnerable. I don’t do…”

“I know exactly what I’m doing.” Mia snapped at him again. Once again, Claus met a few eyes of the people whose attention had been drawn to them.

“I have to get away from here,” Claus thought. The way she kept calling attention to him, she’ll get him in trouble.

He raised her so that her face was at his height by putting his forearm under her ass cheek.

“Don’t be a pain in my ass.” He murmured.

Mia placed her palm on Claus's cheeks while giving him a serious look straight into his eyes. The distance between their lips was gradually closing. It finally came together.

She was kissing him. Her first kiss was with a guy in high school she went to prom with. Ever since then she has had no sexual history. Her life was already hard with her not buoyant family.

His lower lips were placed in her mouth as she closed her eyes.

“Damn! That was good. She is the most enjoyable person to kiss.” Claus thought.

She started to forcefully chew his lower lips, sucking them into her mouth. Then she put her tongue inside his mouth, poked around, and took both of their tongues inside her mouth. His tongue was being passionately chewed and sucked by her.

They forgot that they were in the middle of the dance floor while they were kissing for about 15 to 20 minutes.

When Claus opened his eyes, he noticed that the entire dance floor had stopped moving and was staring at them as they were sharing a kiss.

“Shit!”

He forcefully but gently pushed her aside. “I need to get out of here.”

“Take me with you.” Her tone was pleading yet commanding.

“Sorry?”

“I want to come with you.”

“Are you crazy?” He snapped.

“Please.” She pleaded.

“Why? Are you bent on dying or what?”

“Because I have nowhere to go or anyone to go to. And I don’t mind spending the night with you.”