Brightwin|Soulbound

CHAPTER) 20

AN: Heyyyy! So honestly, I was planning on posting this chapter yesterday since it was my birthday. But I ended up failing miserably by falling asleep.
I very much blame that on my shitty sleep schedule.
Nonetheless, here is chapter 20! :)

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"Elijah, I'm giving you 5 seconds to take your hand off of him before I fucking break it!"

I left him alone for two fucking seconds and this is what I come back to.
All that crying and shit about me not trusting him last night when he does this shit behind my back.

"Bright we were just talking!" Win lifted his hands in surrender, no doubt he could probably already incision the haranguing he would receive by my end once we got home.
I could see his gaze pass me and look around, a sense of relief befalling him at realising no'one is"was close by.

Obviously I knew I'd be talking a lot of shit and probably feeling Win here and there so I made sure we went to some table towards the back where literally no'one was around.
People were seated more around the front of the venue, in other words closer to the cameras.

I hurried towards him, dragging his arm vehemently before pushing him aside. He struggled to find his stance, almost falling to the ground by the force of it.

Even if he did, I'm a nice guy so you best believe I wouldn't have laughed.

I shifted my gaze to the dickhead in front of me. Of course Win wouldn't notice the frolicsome turn of his mouth or the criminal glint in his eye.

He was naive like that.

"Bright, I really mean no harm. I didn't know you guys had something going on. Provoking you wasn't my intention, honestly!" The words he spoke through his veil of complacency was enough to make me sick.

I turned my head, signalling Win over with my index finger.
He walked towards me, not daring to spare Elijah a glance. Which obviously pleased me.
I gripped onto his collar tightly, bringing him close enough so that my lips grazed the shell of his ear.

"I want you to go back to our table. If someone comes up to you, or calls you over, you ignore them-you don't speak to no'one got it? " He nodded, and god , if his compliance wasn't the best fucking thing ever.
I bit his ear lightly, our marks pressing against one another, emitting shocks of pleasure in their wake. I had to physically push him away, or I swear to god every person in this party wouldn've had something to look at. Perhaps not the most purest of scenes but entertaining none the least.

I watched him walk away, trying not to still my gaze on his very present peaches that seemed to sway upon his movement.
"Fuck him why don't you?" Elijah asked caustically, noticing the subject of my stare.

"You would love to see that wouldn't you?"

" I'd love it even more if I got to do it myself. " He grinned smugly.

Simply the thought of it was enough to cloud my features. Win, my Win, my lover, my soulmate intertwined with someone else, not to mention my rival from childhood?...disgusting.

I felt a vein pop out of the side of my neck as I invaded the boy's space.

"How many times do I have to tell you to fuck off."
Elijah chuckled, amused at how he was able to get me all worked up.