Held Captive

*Bonus Chapter

Gwen's POV: 

The house is packed with people as we pull up and I nervously shrink back in my seat, wishing it would swallow me whole. "I told you this was a bad idea." 

Laylah puts her hand on top of mine and gives me an encouraging smile, "We haven't even made it inside yet. You won't know unless you find out." 

I bite my lip and reluctantly nod before getting out and smiling to myself as I watch Laylah pull down the short skirt I forced her to wear. If I was here to mingle so was she. We walk through the house, holding hands as we push through the mass of people as we search for the kitchen. We walk and I contemplate walking back out as I see a couple basically having sex next to the booze. 

"Let's just get some beers from the cooler." Laylah voices my exact thoughts and I bend down to open the cooler next to us. 

"Nice ass." A deep voice breathes as his presence comes up behind me. My skin crawls as my hand freezes on the cold beverage. I knew that voice. I'd know that voice anywhere. I'd dated the asshole for two years. Another thing i'd lied to Chase about. 

I turned around and for the first time in my entire life, regretted wearing the skin tight red dress that hugged my curves. "Oliver." I sneered. He smiles brightly and tilts his head to the side. 

"Lookin' for me, princess." His street slang was something unique I used to love about him. Not anymore. 

I pass a beer to Laylah and take a long sip of mine, "Actually, I was looking for your friend. Do you know where he went?" I pretend to look around to spite him and he takes a step towards me. 

"Your little boyfriends not here to protect you this time. Watch yourself." 

A bright smile graces my lips as a laugh rumbles up my throat. "You can't even protect yourself. Excuse me, boys." I say over my shoulder as a few guys clear my path out of the kitchen. I turn to Laylah as soon as we're in the living room. 

"Let's dance." I yell over the music and she nods her head. I knew she wasn't much of a dancer but was very grateful as she started swaying her hips along with the music. I fall in step next to her and let the buzz from the beer take over my senses. I was still feeling good from telling Oliver off. Maybe coming here was a good idea. 

A pair of hands wrapped themselves around me and I didn't bother turning around as I continued to sway to the music. His hard-on pressed into my ass and I let the alcohol take over and reached behind me to rub him through his jeans. He groans into my ear and I finally turn around. 

It was indeed one of Oliver's friends and I leaned into him, hoping he was watching. "He's gonna kill you for this." 

"Only if he finds out." He groans as I give him a light squeeze. 

"And if he does?" 

"It'll be worth it." His blue eyes stare down at me and its only then that I actually take him in. He was hot, i'd give him that. I was a sucker for blue eyes and if it were any other day I would be all over him. Instead, I couldn't stop thinking about a certain pair. 

Maybe it's time to get over him.

Making up my mind, I grab his hand and tell Laylah where i'm headed. She nods, assures me she'll be fine and continues dancing. I smile to myself as I realize, for once, she was enjoying herself. I drag Mr. blue eyes upstairs and find the first empty room. His lips are on mine before we even close the door and I let him pick me up as we make our way to the bed. He tugs his shirt off and kisses my collar bone. 

I try my best to get in the moment and enjoy it but can't seem to get Chase out of my head. "I think I need to use the bathroom." 

"Now?" He nips at my bottom lip and I start to get aggravated that he's not taking a hint.