Rogue Chapter 1

Rogue

Chapter 1

Masen

"Define Rogue."

"What do you prefer? The noun or the adjective?"

"Both," his expression lights up causing me to chuckle. I love playing this game with Jasper. The idea of believing that he will win this round is at the very least I can do to get his mind off her.

"That is easy, the noun would be defined as a dishonest, knavish person; scoundrel. Some would define the word as playfully mischievous like a child, but I disagree. There is nothing childlike or innocent that should be associated with this word. Children are brutally honest."

"I fully agree."

"Now for the adjective, it is defined as scandalous in nature, no longer obedient, belonging, or accepted and hence not controllable or answerable. A renegade if you will."

“Or a better example would be you Motherfucker,” he grins

I laugh, “Fuck you, I can’t argue with that!”

When we pull up to the club, Jasper climbs out with me following behind him. We greet my head of my security team making a few gestures while shaking hands.

I move around my men taking my usual position. I am always the one leading them, no matter where the hell I go.  I want no one in front of me when I enter an establishment. It is a pet peeve of mine. I am in charge, and everyone in the room will know it, when I am the one that walks in first. If you don’t have the balls to put yourself out there, you shouldn’t be in charge of an entire organization.

We bypass the long line as I give a quick nod to the doorman. He has already  disconnected  the crowd control rope, waiting for us to give us entry into the club.  

I am tired of being so keyed up and anxious over the last few weeks. This evening out is my idea. I hope to accomplish a couple of things. First to let my men blow off some steam, relax and chill the fuck out. Second, to get Jasper laid.

Some all too willing female will more than happily jump at the chance to help me, help Jasper forget her. I just need to find someone to dance with him, show an interest, make sure he realizes that there are more than enough females out there all too willing to take her place and make him happy.

As we head into the club, I can tell we are pushing maximum capacity. I will have to say something before we get shut down. If the fire department shows up, by then it will be too late and the idea of that happening would mean a loss of profits. My father would expect someone to answer for it.

Totally not acceptable.

I stop at the bar and wait for Justin, the one manning the bar tonight. Once he sees me, he makes his way over. I lean over the counter and whisper shout in his ear over the loud music, “I want a head count!” he nods and relays the message to one of the others attending bar and I watch him move to get me what I want.

I make my way to my table, slide my ass in while those closest to me follow suit, Jasper sitting right beside me.

Angela is already poised and waiting to take our order. “The usual.” I state, pulling out my phone as it vibrates in my pocket. I shut the damn thing down because I am taking the night off. Technically we don’t take nights off in our line of work, but after the events over the last few weeks, and the fact that it is the first night we can relax without watching our backs, tonight's a night off that is well deserved. For my men, and myself.

I beat my hands on the table keeping time to the Imagine Dragons song, rocking my body along with it. It feels good to relax. I love music. Any kind of music. It didn’t matter what genre, I collected and listened to anything I could get my hands on.

Coming here this evening was a good idea. It is nice to watch my men start to relax a little more, once they ordered their drinks.

I start to take in my surroundings, my eyes scanning over the dancers in the club.

♥∞♥

Bella

The walls of the club vibrated when Dan Reynolds beat on his drum, then began belting out the lyrics to the hit song Radioactive.

I love Imagine Dragons, and I loved this fucking song.

The dance floor is getting a little too crowded for my liking, so instead of heading out there to dance, I choose to remain here next to my table. I let myself go and start to really get into the beat of the music. Hell, I don’t need a dance partner, I got this.

A wave of goosebumps creeps over every inch of my skin while my body rocks and sways. I can’t explain why. It isn’t like I am cold. I am surrounded by more than enough heat. I wonder for a moment if I am about to come down with something. I feel perfectly fine, not understanding where the goosebumps are coming from? I shrug it off promising myself that I will take a couple of vitamin C’s when I get back to hotel to fight off something if I am getting sick.

I continue to watch those on the dance floor and just enjoy the music.

Appearing at the top of the stairs is a group of men that stand out admist the crowd of club goers. The suits just didn't fit in with the clubs surroundings. The leader of the pack makes his way down the stairs with his entourage of black suits hot on his heels, and just like that, those on the dance floor magically part like the seas, as if God himself has cleared the path. The men that surround the one in the lead fan out a little as they make their way to the best table in the house.

I swear the atmosphere in the club shifts and I felt it with his presence. I mean really how could everyone not notice this guy somehow managed to possess the power to change an element like air?

Am I the only one that feels it? I look around and realize that I am not the only one watching them. He and his followers have the attention of everyone in this club. I am a little relieved I am not alone in this fascination.
I can't help but take in every detail of what he is wearing. Black pants that mold to his form, a white shirt, black tie and I quickly take note that he is the only one in the group, that doesn’t have on a suit jacket.

What I discovered is that I had no idea a pair of suspenders on a man, could look this incredibly sexy! Not to mention the way he wore his sleeves rolled halfway up his arms. He stood out, but in a very good way.

I recognize the way these men behave. They look rough, even if they are dressed in designer suits and gold jewelry. The six that flank the one leading are the equivalent of guard dogs doing their job and protecting their leader. I smile to myself and wonder could I be this lucky?

I try to make out their faces, but it is too dark in the club so I can’t be certain. I will continue to observe until I know for sure. I watch as they approach their booth, and slid around to settle in the middle of it, while the others with him follow suit.

A server is there in a heartbeat ready to take their order. For anyone else it takes quite a while to get served on a night like tonight, and my suspicions about him may be correct.

He pulls out his cell phone, looks down and scrolls through it, then lays it down on his table, and starts to scan over the room. The minute I can see his face head on, I realize that I am right recognizing who he is, and I am just that fucking lucky tonight.

In the photographs I have seen him in, they really do not do him justice. Granted most of the photos are shot from afar, I take a minute to appreciate just how pretty he is in person. Men just don’t look this pretty, but looking at Edward Masen would prove otherwise.

His hair...I mean really what a fucking hairstyle, and how long does it take him to get it like that? I mean...all I can say is that it looks so damn soft, thick, long, wavy, and full resting just above his shirt collar. When the lighting brightens up for a minute, I try to get a good idea of what color it would be called. The blends of colors he has are similar to the ones only nature could create, just like the purest of elements. A mixture of copper, bronze, and gold weaves through the strands highlighting it under the right conditions. I bet it looks amazing in the sun.

I sit here like some enchanted little girl who just spotted Prince fucking charming and his band of merry men who just happen to be gangsters.
Sadly I admit, I have a thing for men that have this look. They are my kryptonite, however, the pretty ones like him are either already spoken for, or are few and far between. They are usually older, on the heavy side, and not at all what I would go for.
He looks up at the server, places his order, and I cannot help but wonder what his voice is going to sound like. I can't even be sure that my tongue isn't hanging out wagging while I watch him as he drums on the table to the beat of the music.
He starts to scan over the room again as he takes in his surroundings. I know it is rude to stare but I can't seem to look away. I mean really, I am surprised I haven't had to wipe my mouth before I drool all over myself. I sit here and watch him look around the club, his body waving to the beat of the music when he is just about to look in my direction and I am about to look away but I just can’t.
He passes over me and I admit, I am a little disappointed. Well so much for that though, it would have been nice to look into his eyes for a minute. At least I got to enjoy the eye candy for the brief fleeting moment. I grab my next shot off the table and throw it back, take a drink of my long island ice tea to chase it, and pick up where I left off.
The burn from the alcohol heats me up, from the inside out, and I can already feel how much more relaxed I am, since before I arrived. I close my eyes and really get into the music as if I am the only one here. I keep swaying to the beat.

I dance until the song ends, then bring my eyes back to the pretty one’s table. A moment of panic hits me when I catch him looking over in this direction now. I wonder who he is watching and if it was me or not. I am waiting to see if he reacts as I stare back at him. He doesn't look away, looking at me from under his lashes. As if he isn’t pretty enough, he now has this alluring look that is about to melt me where I stand. I honestly don’t even think he is aware he is doing it until the left side of his lip curls up. The lights brighten over him, and I don’t mistake that sexy half smirk of his.

Oh. My. Fucking. God. 

I think the world just stopped spinning.

I finally break away from those penetrating eyes, desperate to take another drink, and try hard not to draw any more of his attention my way. Shit it feels like it is getting hotter in here. Maybe it is just me. I fan myself, taking a deep breath.

When I overhear the girls next to me, I am  not surprised he has a fan club. They are giggling and swooning over the table that is overflowing in the testosterone department with all the males gathered around it and the pretty one in the center. I sort of laugh to myself wondering just how many women he has been with.

"Masen is looking this way."

"I know! God I so want to ride him like a cowgirl!"

I am sure if you get in line, he will let you too.

"Excuse me Miss. This is for you." my server sets down another Long Island Ice Tea.

"I didn't order this." I protest.

"It is taken care of." he turns and walks away, and I look around the club wondering who in the hell paid for a drink for me. Dread sinks in and I begin to worry I am going to have to deal with someone coming on to me.

I turn around and my eyes focus directly on him. I can't seem to stop doing this. He is like a fucking magnet.
Thankfully, he isn't looking this way, his focus is in the direction of the entrance of the club. I follow his gaze and watch what he is watching. There are at least another half a dozen men dressed like those he is sitting with, who now enter the club. They hit the stairs, then part ways, each heading in a different direction. I begin to worry that there is something about to go down. When you get a number of men like this into a confined space, something serious is about to happen.
There are alot of mafioso in this club at the moment and I am about to hightail it out of here.
The unnerving part is that one of those men has taken a position behind me near the wall. He is less than ten feet from my table and I survey taking note of the location of each one of them.
They were all wearing dark sunglasses and staring straight ahead. Well I at least, assume they are.
I return my eyes back to the table and watch the largest of the men on the end slide out. The next two follow suit and then Masen stands also. The large one is heading in the direction of the DJ booth, the other were listening to Masen as he appeared to giving orders. With his back to me, I have a moment to appreciate just how well his tailored pants fit him. He has a rather fine ass but I really need to keep my fucking head in the game.

Really Bella?

The music suddenly lowers considerably. Out of nowhere the music ends abruptly. The DJ makes an announcement over the loud speaker asking everyone to clear the dance floor. I watch as Masen’s suits herd the crowd along to clear it completely.

"Excuse me young lady." I jump when a voice spoke up from behind me scaring the ever loving shit out of me. It wasn’t like me to lose focus on my surroundings, especially under the conditions I have managed to find myself in. I realize it is the man that had positioned himself closest to me.

"Sorry didn't mean to scare you." He gives me an apologetic smile, and I can tell he means it. I hold my hand over my chest and look up at him. Before I get a chance to ask, he is explaining what he wants from me.

"Miss, I have orders that I am required to follow, I need to escort you down to the dance floor. Please if you will come with me," He holds out his arm expecting me to just take it and go with him.  

"Look, I really don’t want to dance, I appreciate the offer, but no thank you.”

"Please sweetheart, I am just doing my job, and right now, my Boss is watching me and waiting for me to bring you down to the dance floor. I  assure you, nothing bad will happen, I think he just wants to dance with you."  

I narrow my eyes, shake my head and hiss under my breath. This is not keeping a low profile and I want to punch him in the junk for calling me out like this. I should be angry his soldier is trying to lay a guilt trip on me, but now I am curious as hell.

Does he have any idea who I am.

No. It can’t be possible. There is no way.  Only one way to find out.

"Fine, but you lead, I follow." I demand and he nods. I fall behind him down to the dance floor where I discover that I am the only one standing here. If he wanted to dance with me where the fuck is he? This all suddenly makes me nervous. This bad. So bad.

I am standing here, the center of attention and I haven't the slightest clue what is going on.

When off to the side he glides towards me, light on his feet as if he is walking on air.

The lighting in the entire club dims, a soft spotlight comes on above me, placing me front and center in front of the entire club. This is bad. The pretty one moves in closer, and closer and if I said he was pretty before from a distance, pretty doesn’t come close.

He is fucking stunning.

When the music starts I seriously do not believe my ears. Was he serious or kidding me with this fucking song?

I watch his hand move towards me, slide around to settle low on my back, his hold tightening as he pulls me into him. The movement is fucking smoother than smooth.

Sly.

I will give him that much when I end up with his leg between my thighs, and our hips are the only part of our bodies that are making any contact. He holds his upper body away from me, staring at me with the most penetrating green eyes I have ever seen. I am quite literally dumbstruck.

He begins to sway his hips to the beat of the music moving me with him. He bends his knees slightly, taking me down a little with him, still swaying his hips back and forth while moving us back up. Our hips are the only part of our bodies that is moving, nothing else. He circles around and then back up again leading me completely. My body has never moved in this way and it follows his lead as he moves it for me. I am elated that he is the one taking control, not to mention relieved, because I am not good at dancing with another person. The way he has me moving this way, then that way with him, is sexy as hell and I swear his eyes are growing heavier, still giving me that little half smirk.

Holy fucking hell could he move. He has the hips of a God, as he rocks my body with his, and I let him do whatever he wants with me.

I stare at him the entire time, while those around the club disappear, not even a thought in my head as his hips circulated to the beat of the music while he is pressing his thigh harder between my legs. If he keeps this up the liklihood of me about to have an orgasm is inevitable.

Then he leans in and whispers, "What's your name beautiful?"

His voice made me whimper.

Yes you heard me right. Whimper. Like a fucking baby.

He pulls back waiting for me to answer.

I can't even think straight, let alone form a cohesive sentence! I just stare at him.

His smirk grows a little more, "If I tell you mine, will you tell me yours?" he is teasing me now playfully, and I realize I need to say something.

"Isabella….I mean...B..Bella." I stutter.

“Masen." He sways his hips grinding into me, he dips me, then spins me around and begins to lip sync to one lines from the song.

His eyes paralyze me and I realize that I have to get out of here right now, but I can't seem to get my legs to do what I want. I watch his lips repeat the words and if he keeps doing what he is doing, he is damn sure going to get what he wants. 

I wanna kiss you all over, and over again…

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