The Burning Passion With My Stepfather

"Damn! He's hot!" Jane bit her lower lip, her eyes locked on the figure who had just stepped into the club.

Ginny sighed, rolling her eyes in annoyance, and turned to see what had caught her innocent friend's attention. Her jaw dropped. Her mouth fell open, and she swallowed hard as she looked at the man before them.

He had dark, jet-black hair styled to perfection, a sharp jawline, and intense eyes that seemed to pierce through the crowd. His light gray shirt clung tightly to his body, showcasing his chiseled abs and broad shoulders.

His face was near-perfect, almost like a piece of art.

"Damn it... he's hot," Ginny mumbled, biting her lower lip and fidgeting with her hair.

"He sure is," Jane confirmed, their gaze never wavering from the man.

"Here's your drink, miss," the bartender interrupted, setting the bottle down on the glass table.

Ginny quickly averted her gaze back to the man, but he was gone, as if he had vanished into thin air. She growled, her jaw clenched with her teeth gritted. She grabbed the bottle angrily, giving the bartender a piercing and intense stare, resisting the urge to yell at him for distracting her.

"Can I say something, miss?" the bartender asked, his pink lips forming a pout. He was handsome too, but not as much as the guy earlier.

Ginny nodded and took a swig of her drink.

"Take it easy, that's your eighth bottle today. You're a beautiful young lady…"

Ginny hit the bottle against the glass table with a sharp crack.

The bartender flinched, quickly shifting his gaze from the bottle to the table, expecting it to shatter, but it didn't.

"A little advice... learn how to mind your own business," Ginny snarled before getting to her feet, staggering backward for a moment.

"Let's dance, Jane!" She declared, raising the bottle in the air, and making her way toward the dance floor, the pulsating music and flashing lights seeming to swirl around her.

Her eyes took on a glassy sheen, unfocused and distant. The sweet, pungent smell of alcohol wafted from her skin, mingling with the sweat and heat of the crowded room. Jane followed swiftly, her steps staggering as she did.

"Yesss!... Woohoo!" Jane cheered, shaking her butt to the jazzy music.

"Wanna dance?" A guy extended his hand to her. Jane looked up at his handsome face, giggling, sliding her hand into his. "Since I'm already dancing... of course," she half-grinned, her words slurring.

The guy nodded, pulling her close as they both moved to the rhythm.

In a flash, Ginny stopped dancing, scanning the dance floor. "Where the hell did she go?" she groaned, narrowing her eyes.

"Hi, cutie," a deep baritone voice called from behind her. She spun around to see the man from earlier, now standing right in front of her. Her eyes widened, and her jaw dropped slightly as she stared at him. He looked even more handsome and hot up close, making her heart race.

"Can we dance?" He extended his hand, his eyes locking onto hers. "Sure... yes," she stuttered, rushing the last part, her cheeks flushing. He wrapped his arms around her, his hands grasping her waist, pulling her close. She swallowed hard, placing her hands on his shoulders, feeling the warmth of his shirt through his shirt as they began to dance.

The pulsating rhythm enveloped them, the beat throbbing like a heartbeat. Moving their bodies in perfect sync with the beat of the music, he pressed his hands firmly on her waist, drawing her even closer, his fingers pressing into her skin.

Ginny suddenly felt her legs weaken; she was getting aroused.

Sensing her state, he spun her around continuously, the colorful lights blurring together as he pulled her close again. Ginny's eyes watered, and her mouth filled with saliva as she pushed him away abruptly, her hands shaking.

She rushed off in a bid to escape the impending nausea, she needed to puke and couldn't hold it in any longer.

With a frown face and brows furrowed, he followed her.