My Worst Enemy

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Chapter 15.-

Troy perceived the commotion from at least 5 miles from the camp entrance, located behind the big gates, on top of which armed men were vigilantly guarding with their eyes roaming the area to catch any forthcoming danger through the darkness of the night. He slowed the bike down, trying to identify the noise and quickly realized that it was mostly the sound of loud music and people chanting.

"What's all that about?" he asked mostly to himself but he felt Andryse's head lift from where she had leaned on his shoulder and look around her.

"That's a party my friend." she said chuckling as Troy was parking at a far corner at the entrance of the camp and turned the engine of the motorbike off. "This is their way to celebrate when one of the families leave the country."

They both got off their seats and Troy looked around him with a frown, now clearly able to see the big circle made by practically everyone living there, some men playing instruments, which mostly consisted of drums, and some of the women dancing right in the middle and everyone else, sitting down on wooden chairs scattered all around a big bonfire he guessed was alimented by dry wood. The liquor was pouring abundantly, the food garnished and it was the first time since he's been here that he's seen everybody being such in a good mood, laughing or happily chatting with each other.

"That's a party all right." he murmured with a smile and he heard Andryse giggle next to him.

"This is how we do it in the islands." Andryse replied, her eyes looking intensively at the man standing next to her.

She could still feel goosebumps running all over her skin, remembering the wild adventure they had just lived together and how they had escaped death, mostly thanks to him and she was still feeling very emotional over the whole thing. They both had stayed silent on their way up there, mainly because of the purring of the old engine, but she had also tried her best to think about her feelings to get some perspective, but it was rather difficult to think with Troy being so close to her. All of her efforts were in vain because all she really did was close her eyes and let her head rest on his shoulder to smell the strong virility pouring out of him. Her hands placed on his abdomen, she could feel every single muscle move underneath his white T and that alone, removed all of her thinking capacity.

And God knew she needed to think rationally and come up with a plan to get out of this dilemma she was still in. She understood that Jack knew very well that it was her at the docks and although she was at first shocked that he started shooting at her, she had quickly realized that it wouldn't take too long for her father to know about it and all hell would break loose. She needed to find the most plausible excuse known to humanity why she had taken the drugs and, the most difficult part of all, explain why Colt was with her.

The sounds of the drums echoed in her temples and she groaned, feeling like they were placed right inside her skull and she brought her fingers on the side of her face, trying to appease the pain. Funny how she always felt that terrible migraine whenever a problem with Troy surfaced. And it seemed to her that things always turned out to be a problem… what was she talking about? No, things always turned out to be a catastrophe when it came to Troy.

"Hey, are you okay?"

Andryse opened her eyes and smiled weakly. She felt his lean and calloused fingers on top of hers, removing them from her head and he took a step towards her, still holding her hands firmly.

"Do you have a headache?" Troy asked her softly and she closed her eyes as he ran a slow thumb from her forehead to her cheek, her breath slightly catching under his touch. "Do you want to go somewhere quieter? Let's hop back on the bike and go someplace where we can be alone."

Andryse nibbled on her lower lip not to say yes. How can she resist? His touch was sending her pulse racing, his presence was enveloping her and all she wanted was to just let go against him and forget all about her life and everything she had to face. But the more he was pulling her in, the more she knew it would be hard to get away from him and she needed some time apart to regroup. She scratched her throat and opened her eyes to look at him.

"Actually yes." she nodded with a fake smile. "I'll be leaving. I'm just going to make sure that everything went well with Mario and Carol and I'll be going back to the city."

The yellowish lights from the lampposts scattered on the camp were casting shadows on his face but Andryse thought she could read disappointment in his features as his brows came down to a furrowed line. But she didn't dare look in his eyes and tried to walk away from him, heading to the group of effervescent people.

"Stay."

One word. Just one word and she felt her heart beat just as fast as when she was trying to dodge the bullets that were flying over her head earlier. She closed her eyes again, swallowing her breath and tried to ignore his hand firmly holding her wrist and pulling her back to him to land against his chest. She tried to fight and take a step back, doing her best to keep some distance between them but he was fast to throw his arm around her waist and held her strongly.

"Just for tonight." he whispered but loud enough to make her hear him, his stare deepening in hers. "Stay with me."

"I can't." she shook her head sadly. "It's too dangerous for me to stay here. The other time when I stayed here for two days was an exception. I need to keep these people safe."

Troy's lips became one as he felt his Adams' apple press heavily against his throat and he tried to swallow it down. As much as he admired her whole protective attitude towards these people, tonight he couldn't care less whether they all died or not. All that mattered to him was that she stayed with him. The only reason of him still being here was for her and so far, the only time he's had alone with her were always interrupted and he felt like he was just wasting his time, hoping for something that may never happen.

He needed to get to know her, he needed to be with her and if he had to risk the lives of a thousand people to be able to spend just one night with her, the hell with it. Maybe it wasn't a nice thing to say or think about, but he's never been nice anyway. He kills people for a living damn it. That only, right there, gave him the right not to care about taking everybody else's well being away, just to be with the only woman he liked and wanting to be with.

Wait… when did he go from caring for her and wanting to help her, to liking her and wanting to be with her? Of course he felt admiration for her brilliant mind and he really thought that she was a genius. And of course he found her extremely courageous for not panicking under Jack's attack and of course, she incited in him the utmost respect he's ever had for another woman other than the ones in his family but that wasn't the point. Yes, she was the most beautiful, sexy and desirable woman he's ever longed for but that still wasn't the point.

No he didn't like her, he was hard for her and wanting to fuck her brains out. Sure, she made his pulse run fast; sure, one look or touch from her made him want to actually be a good guy, especially when she looked at him like that with her big, innocent and shiny brown eyes. Her lips slightly parted, called him out for a kiss and her hand gently resting on his chest, made him want to tear his own shirt apart to be able to feel her touch directly on his skin.

She made him want to go to a church, confess all his sins and repent. He wanted to jump in front of a bullet or fight 100 men if it meant keeping her safe. He was even willing to hug her after they'd make love. That wasn't liking her, that was just… fuck!

"You see these people?" he gritted his teeth when he pressed his mouth near her ear after he spun her around and brought her back into his chest, forcing her to look around her. "Look at them. They're all dancing, laughing. They are having a good time and don't care about anything else right now but having fun and celebrating a victory that you, brought them."

He spun her around again and ignored her light yelp of protest and held her even more strongly than before with one arm placed on her upper back and the other on her hips, their lower bodies melting into one.

"You, made it so that they can be happy and careless tonight." he continued roughly, his face close to hers. "So for once, just for tonight, enjoy it. Celebrate with them and stay with me."

"Troy…"

"Come on, Boss." his voice was back to the same softness he discovered he was capable of when he was with her and he leaned down closer to her mouth. His lips brushed hers very gently, making her hold her breath and open her mouth but he resisted the temptation of tasting her tongue and rather left a kiss on her cheek. "Stay with me tonight. Tomorrow will come soon enough for us to part. Let's just make tonight our own."

Andryse breathed outward, using her hands to cling on his shoulders when she felt her knees weakened under his lips slowly running from her cheek to her ear then down her neck. Many voices in her head, each belonging to someone else but herself, were warning her off, advising her to run, telling her how dangerous he was and how they could never be more than just lovers.

But God, she was a mere human, a girl and any girl would tremble like she was right now as his hand sneaked under her shirt to run up and down her back and his lips kissing her neck. He was so damn good at it and it was the lightness of his touch and kisses, that made her realize how much of a girl she was and not as tough against him as she wanted to be. She was sure that she was going to regret it in the morning, but why couldn't she just be a girl and have a good time with him tonight?

She forced him to remove his hands around her and his lips on her neck and took a step backwards, a smile playing on her lips. She started walking away from him before stopping and turning her head to look at him still standing and staring at her with strange dark eyes.

"It's going to be pretty hard to spend the night together if you stay here." she mused with her smile still on. She stretched out her hand, offering it to him and tilted her head in the camp's direction. "Come on. The night is short."

Troy smiled but quickly hid it by biting his lip and took her hand with his, interlacing their fingers and it was like that, that they walked up to the camp and into the party. Of course, all eyes turned on them and Troy could certainly feel all the animosity sent his way but he was used to it by now and he couldn't care less. Especially when the most beautiful girl in the world was smiling and winking at him so playfully.

He even felt bodacious enough to put his arm around her shoulders, bringing her head to his mouth for a kiss on her hair. Andryse looked at him with surprise at first before she smiled again and he felt her hand timidly go around his waist. Their steps coordinated and a strange feeling of togetherness and completion befell upon them.

As much as it pained her to admit it, about one hour later, Andryse was laughing her heart out and feeling lighter than she had felt in years. It seemed that for once, she had finally forgotten about her father, drugs and everything in between and was really having fun. The atmosphere was very dense and palpable at first, but after making sure that Mario and Carol were back safely, she had sat down next to Troy, practically ignoring the heavy stares they were receiving.

One by one, Mario and Carol came to sit with them, followed by Ryan and she appreciated the efforts they made to speak English so that Troy could be part of the conversation. All except for Adeline who, after many times tried to take her husband away, finally kept a tight hand on him while doing her best to stay away from their happy moods and was practically the only one not drinking the floating beers and different liquors going around.

Troy and Andryse stayed close and although they were wantonly touching each other, she could still feel him attracting her like a magnet. She had spent most of the time watching him and once again, she had the weird feeling of seeing two different men at once.

There was the one who kept a straight face all along, barely laughing at the jokes and only commenting every now and then, his eyes looking around him like he was inspecting everything and everyone. And there was that other guy who looked at her with such tenderness, she felt her heart melt each time their eyes came together. She often felt his finger brush her skin as he removed a curly strand that fell over her face or his arm go on the back of her chair, his thumb caressing her shoulder. And if she listened to her malfunctioning mind, she would swear that he had a special smile just for her.

Troy was doing his best to keep a friendly face and demeanor but all he wanted to do was to scream at everyone around them to go away and leave him alone with Andryse. He appreciated the efforts they were obviously all making but it was evident that it was for Andryse's sake and again, he couldn't care less. He just wanted to scoop her up in his arms to carry her to his shack and make love to her for hours on end and it was very difficult for him to keep his hands to himself.

The liquor was now his only ally and support for him not to loose it and start shooting everyone around them, so he made sure that his small glass was always filled with the golden liquid that ran through his veins like water out of a faucet. And the more time was going by, the more it seemed that they would never be able to get some privacy and the more he was getting on edge. He could probably ask her but he didn't want to scare her away and when she was called away by an old lady, he cursed under his breath, grabbed a bottle of whiskey and stepped away from the group.

He groaned to repress the feeling of confinement in his pants that he had to deal with ever since Andryse had negligently put her hand on his leg and absentmindedly started roaming her fingers on his thigh. He didn't stop nor removed her hand for getting excited by her tender touch but now, his zipper was ready to pop open. He leaned his back against a tree, cursing all the gods in the universe. He needed to get off so badly. The taste of the strong alcohol burned his throat and his chest but he sipped a second drop then a third as it still couldn't diminish the tightening in his groin and the pain eating him up inside.

He closed his eyes and ran a nervous hand in his hair but as soon as his eyelids were shot, Andryse's face appeared underneath, making his heart jump. The gracious way she moved her curvaceous body, the sensuality that emanate out of her like a halo or the way her lips and nose twitched ever so lovely when she was lost in her thoughts.

He opened his eyes to ironically not see her anymore and cursed loudly again. He could do this. He was trained to be emotionless, to control his body and sexual urges. He could actually spend months, running around the world for his missions and not have sex. He just needed to remind his mind that it was only his body reacting this way and nothing else. And he could easily control his body, like he had done so many times before.

But it was his body that remembered the fullness of her lips against his own, his skin shivered as he could taste her tongue slowly curling around his. Her skin that was as smooth as silk and the delightful way she moaned when she was getting excited by his touches and kisses. His body froze as he felt all of his blood station all the way down in his pants, making him throb even more painfully, his member aching from being imprisoned.

"Fuck." he cursed loudly again before bringing the bottle to his mouth.

"Troy?" he jumped at the sound of her voice and spat some of the whiskey on the floor. He turned to see her walk up to him with a curious face and he tried to stand straight despite being so uncomfortable. "I've been looking for you everywhere. What are you doing here by yourself?"

Troy chuckled lightly while putting the bottle down at the bottom of the tree, careful not to spill his precious accomplice and watched her standing a few feet away from him. Somehow, even with the very rare light from where they were, she had managed to be ravishing with both her hands buried in her tight black jeans, her hair surrounding her shoulders and the slit of her shirt, still showing off the top of her breasts that were going up and down at each breath she took. How the fuck could she have worry, sexiness and desire wrapped into one look like that, getting deep into his soul and driving him crazy?

This girl was poison and he was just a dead man walking.

"Come here." he grunted to her and after a quick second of hesitation, she took a step towards him.

He immediately wrapped her waist with his left hand, his right behind her neck to lock her in place and he grunted when her body pressed on his, sending a lighting bolt of pleasure through him. His control was just a thin line, ready to snap and he forgot all about gentleness and tact. He swallowed her cry when he crushed her lips and shivered when she immediately gave him access and the tip of his tongue played with hers.

Surprised at first by his rude attack, Andryse wanted to protest but her body was quicker to react than her mind and a soft moan was all she could let out when he suddenly turned them over and her back hit the rough surface of the tree behind her. But she didn't feel any pain as desire and pleasure ran on her skin like fire met with petrol and she threw both her hands around his neck, feeling both her knees giving up.

They had kissed many times before but each and every single time, she felt him differently as if it was just the first kiss. And boy, she could feel him. The hunger, the passion, the desire, the impatience, they all melted together to come out as one into his kiss and she didn't even try to compete with him or to resist. His tongue was commanding hers and she followed obediently, knowing that there was no point in fighting what had overcome the both of them. He made her feel wanted, desired and... needed like no one had ever been capable of before.

His hard erection was pressing into her heat through her jeans that burned more and more and she could feel her panties stick to her wet lips by the hot stickiness emitting out of her. She wanted him. His hand squeezing her bottom and the other hungrily caressing her breast weren't enough anymore, she wanted to feel him deep inside her beating core, she wanted to feel his strong virility stroke her love tunnel that had been neglected for far too long.

She wrapped her leg around his and he trusted his hips forward, making her yelp desperately. It wasn't the need to grasp air that drove her to escape from his lips but rather the need to let out of all the feelings bundling inside of her, menacing to suffocate her as they settled in her lower body and up into her chest. They all came out in a loud moan when his rugged thumb danced over the tissue of her bra to play with her beaded nipple.

"I want you, I need you." she shivered when his hot breath brushed her ear and his deep voice went straight to dig a hole in the last remnants of self-control she had. "Oh Boss, I need you so fucking much."

"Oh..." she cried loudly as her head bent backwards when a strong wave of pleasure made her tremble from head to toes. Her fingers pulled on his hair and her other hand gripped tightly at his shirt pulling him closer to her from wanting him to nail her unto the tree. Troy was eagerly fastening at her neck, biting and sucking the beating vein, forcing her eyes to close and her mind to go MIA.

His mouth made its way to her clavicle and she managed to slide her hand in between their tight bodies to cup his crotch and she relished in the loud moan he let out, grinding his hips against her hand and whispering her name breathlessly. Another surge of liquid made their way to her panties and she snapped her eyes open, when the unmistakable sensation came over her.

"Oh shit, stop, stop." she cried loudly, writhing under his touch to escape and putting both her hands on his chest to push him away. But he resisted her and made his suction even harder while thrusting furiously into her and she fought to keep her eyes open, the heavy pressure in her lower belly becoming more and more urgent. "Troy no, I'm serious stop… I have to…"

She bit her lip furiously, her cheeks burning from embarrassment. How can she explain this to him without making a fool out of herself? She swallowed and took a deep breath, using both her hands to take his head away from her neck.

"Troy.. I.. I have to go to the bathroom." she said the words very quickly before biting her lip to blood again.

Troy's face couldn't express how confused and flabbergasted he was. His horny mind was so foggy that it took him at least a good minute before truly understanding what exactly she was saying . And when he finally saw her lips twitching and her legs crossed over each other like a five year old ready to piss himself, he finally completely grasped her request and he blinked many times, not believing how peculiar this girl he was crazy about was.

"You… what?" he gasped, both his hands planted on each side of her head on the tree.

"I know, I'm sorry." Andryse apologized, both her hands holding the side of his head. "I drank a lot of beer and… I can't do… this…" she looked down at the evident bump confined in his pants and back into his dark eyes.

She could see how upset and perturbed he was but she really couldn't enjoy sex as long as her bladder was full and right now, emptying it was way more important than her physical need for him. She continued, biting her lip again.

"Until I… pee. Five minutes, I promise." she pecked him on the lips before fixing her top and got out of his embrace, her hair jumping on her back as she ran back up to the camp.

Troy stayed frozen for a few minutes, his mind still trying to comprehend what happened to be able to order his body to stop throbbing and aching. He threw his head back, looking up at the dark sky above him.

"Are you fucking serious?" he shouted angrily, both his hands thrown in the air.

When Andryse finally found the relief needed, she quickly cleaned herself then rushed outside, decided to make up for her embarrassing issue. She headed to the place where she and Troy were earlier when she spotted him just a few feet away. He was nonchalantly leaning his shoulder against another tree, his bottle still being tilted in his mouth. She took a deep breath and walked up to him and tried not to laugh out loud when he sent a murdering look.

She timidly touched his arm. "See? Five minutes on the dot." she tried to joke and it took her whole self-control not to burst out laughing when he rolled his eyes and looked away. He was so handsome with the flickering light of the flames from the bonfire dancing on his serious face, his long hair falling over his forehead and his eyes that looked as dark as the night sky.

Andryse's stomach tickled with the same strange excitement she always felt for him, fed by her fascination to the mystery he was and her desire woke up again just as strongly as before she fled to the bathroom. She bit her lip as her heart slightly picked up a speed at the idea of initiating their little foreplay and slid her hand on his back. His face was still unperturbed but his muscles contracted under her touch and she got her assurance back. "You're so sexy when you're mad." she whispered and took a step closer to him to make sure her body touched his, expecting him to be teased. "I know someplace where we can be alone."

"What is she doing?"

Andryse blinked and he raised his chin to show her what he was talking about. She followed his stare to see Adeline in the middle of the camp, dancing right next to the fire, dressed in a traditional costume. Andryse had always loved looking at this costume even though she's never had the chance to wear it due to the fact that only people practicing that particular dance, was allowed to wear it.

She always liked the fact that it was very sexy, yet, didn't reveal any inappropriate places of the skin. She always liked the sequins that shimmered under the light of the flames, the form fitting skirt that went down to the ankles and to sit just below the navel. The top was just a strapless band of cloth wrapped around the chest, but letting just enough cleavage out for the imagination while hiding what was most important. It was a very sexy costume for a very sexy dance and Adeline was one of the few to really have mastered it.

She was dancing and moving her hips, her belly and the lower part of her body to the rhythm of the drums and her body and the music seemed to make one, hypnotizing every single male watching her. She turned her stare back on Troy whose eyes were shining, seemingly captivated by the sensual dance moves and felt the bite of jealousy take a part of her heart. It was very strange that she couldn't bear the thought of him gazing at another woman, especially her own sister and she released Troy's arm to stand before him, her back on him.

"Why?" she asked dryly, crossing her arms over her chest. "Do you think she's beautiful?"

"Yeah she is a beautiful woman." Troy answered carelessly, not realizing Andryse's body tensing. "But now, she's more... she's sexier and more seductive than beautiful. The way she's dancing is captivating."

Andryse felt her jaw harden, her eyes shooting flames at her sister who was attracting every single man's eyes in the crowd. No matter how much she hated to admit it, she too thought that Adeline was very attractive with the way she moved her entranced body, expressing nothing but pure sexiness and beauty. She bit her lip not to say something redundant that would give her feelings away and huffed in frustration.

"Well, she's supposed to be." Andryse replied with a small voice. "This is the dance of love, desire and orgasm." she stopped talking as the rhythm of the song got quicker and Adeline's hips followed into a fast twirling and thrusting, mimicking love making.

"Orgasm?" Troy chuckled behind her.

"It is a traditional dance around an old myth." she shrugged disinterestedly.

"What's the story?"

"Why are you so interested in this?" she snapped but didn't see Troy's little smirk.

"Why won't you tell me?"

"Because it's just a stupid dance."

"The dance of lust and orgasm."

"I never said lust."

"But you said orgasm." Troy smiled again and this time, was the one to bring their bodies together, nesting her back in his chest. He swiped her hair off her right shoulder and leaned next to her ear, satisfied of the effects he always had on her when he did that. "You can't seriously associate the word orgasm with a dance and not wanting me to ask questions."

Andryse crossed her hands even tighter and pouted. "Not all questions have answers."

"Come on Boss." Troy kissed her bare shoulder, his hand going around her stomach and working all his charms. "Tell me."

"That's not going to work this time." Andryse rolled her eyes and raised her chin defiantly, trying not to laugh.

"Then what will?"

Andryse opened her mouth to reply but smiled mischievously when an idea struck her mind. "I'll tell you." she replied, however trying to minimize the satisfaction in her voice. "If you tell me something true about yourself."

She knew she hit a nerve when his hand stopped fondling her belly and he stopped kissing her shoulder, his quiet breath brushing her skin. His body became rigid behind her and she resisted the urge to turn around to look at his face.

"You know I can always ask someone else right?" he whispered with a soft voice, but Andryse clearly heard the annoyance behind it.

"Good luck finding someone to tell you." she scoffed, deciding to stand her grounds. Anything if it meant getting some information from him to resolve the big puzzle he still was to her. He stayed quiet for a minute and she understood that he was carefully weighing his options and she shrugged again, pressing the pedal on her bluff. "I mean, it's not like it'll be embarrassing for you to tell Ryan how captivated you were by his wife dancing for him and have him explain it all to you. Adeline hates your guts and the others just won't care about telling you." she sighed heavily, pretending sadness. "I guess I'm the only one left."

She knew very well that what she was saying didn't make any sense since he would probably step back, not wanting to divulge his secrets for the sake of a stupid dance but she held her breath when he slowly spun her around and her face came a few inches from his. She stayed quiet watching him as his eyes were looking at her with an intense stare.

"What do you want to know?"

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