How To Be A Heartbreaker

Eight

Dario

I was sitting on the leather couch in one of the rooms, the one next to the kitchen specifically, making out with a girl, I think her name is Sharon or something like that. She was grinding against my lap making my pants tighten as her tongue danced with mine. I pulled away, taking a drag out of my cigarette, blowing the smoke out of my lungs before passing the blunt to her. She put the bud between her lips, not breaking eye contact, making me lick my lips. She then leaned and blew the smoke over my face, grabbing my face to continue our make out session. As I continued to kiss that girl I heard yelling coming from the kitchen, I knew that voice , Grace . I pushed the Sharon girl off my lap and got up, taking long strands till I reached her.

I enter the kitchen, seeing a tall guy holding Grace, her clearly in distress, asking him to let her go. I turned him around, trying to keep my anger at bay

"I think she told you to let her go," I said, debating whether I should let him speak or just punch him right then and there. I decide against it , I want him to say something to fuel me even more.

" I think you should mind your own fucking business, pal" Bingo

" And I think someone needs to put you back to your place, pal " I crack my knuckles, spinning the asshole so he can face me , landing a punch square on his face. I grabbed his collar, dragging him to the ground as I continued to hit him. I don't know how long I've been on top of him, blowing punch after punch on his face, but it felt like some time had passed beforeI felt Atlas dragging me away from him. I shrugged him off and turned my attention to Grace, who looked lost.

I approached her, slowly so she wouldn't freak out and asked if he had hurt her, she shook her head and looked at me, God those eyes would be the death of me. I checked her from head to toe to see if she was indeed alright, stopping at her breast. The top she was wearing was wet and clung to her body, her bra also showing, quite see - through like the shirt.

She noticed I was staring, and looked to see what I was seeing. She folded her arms and looked away. I approached her and took her away from the kitchen to find something to wear. She agreed and let me take her away from the unconscious guy. As we were walking Ella stopped us asking where we were going. We explained the situation to her, well I did, Grace said a name, which I assume was the name of the guy I just turned into a bloody pulp. Ella seemed to understand as she went to where she was before allowing me to walk Grace to one of the rooms.

I opened a random door, and likely it was empty pulling Grace with me. I turned to her, taking off the T-shirt I was wearing over my shirt, handing it to her. She stared at me, not making any move to change

" Are you gonna change or what ?" I asked as she kept looking at me with frowned eyebrows

" Well turn around " she said, making me metally facepalm myself. Of course you idiot, what was I thinking.

I turned around, so did she and began to undress. I heard her huff and smirked

" Need some help sweetheart" she let out another frustrated huff before answering softly

" Yes, please" I raised an eyebrow, turning around, finding her back facing me

"I can't unclip it" I nodded even though she couldn't see me, walking towards her and helping her unclip her bra. When my ring clad fingers came in contact with her skin, I felt goosebumps arise on it, making my smirk rise once again. After I unclipped it, she quickly pulled my shirt over her head, taking the bra off after she made sure she was covered. She turned to face me, thanking me, her voice so soft that you could easily miss it if you weren't paying attention.