𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 𝐇𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟

Chapter 3.

!TW: mention of rape!

After another 30 minutes or so of dancing and drinking, and flirting with the stranger, I felt the need to get out of there and catch some fresh air.

I squished through the crowd of drunk people, at one point almost tripping because of how much alcohol was in my system, before making it to the entrance. I quickly walked out, inhaling deeply as I walked a bit away from all those people.

The fresh wind felt good on my sweaty skin, and I closed my eyes for a moment.

It became so fucking crowded all of a sudden.

And then I suddenly felt sick, making me bend over slightly as I leaned my one hand against the building, my other hand holding my locks up.

I went too crazy.

I breathed heavily, still feeling like I needed to throw up. My eyes closed because I suddenly felt dizzy and it was hard to stand straight, and my heels did not make it any easier.

Suddenly I felt a hand on my ass, making me flip around as I eyed the stranger, who was grinning at me in that perverted way. The problem was, I was too drunk to fully function, and I knew that.

I glared at him, slapping his hand away that was coming near me.

"Fuck off." I said, feeling a bit sobered up, but not enough to fight this man off.

"Come on sexy." He said while stepping closer. I tried pushing him away, but he was stronger than me, and if was hard enough to keep myself up.

"Fuck off!" I now yelled, hoping I would catch someone's attention like this so they could help me, but in the next moment he had placed his hand over my mouth.

My eyes widened and I panicked, still trying to somehow push him away from myself. Every single possible scenario was now running through my head and tears started forming in my eyes.

I don't want this.

"Oh the two of us will have so much fun together." He grinned, his face leaning closer to mine while he licked his lower lip and I just shook my head at his words.

No, please don't!

I tried pushing him away but he just leaned closer, I could feel his breath on my face.

This is it. This is the moment where I will get raped. I am so dumb, I shouldn't have come alone.

I closed my eyes, pressing myself away from him as I could feel him leaning even closer. At this point I had accepted my fate as tears streamed sown my cheeks, small sobs leaving my mouth that was still covered by his hand.

Suddenly I didn't feel his hand on my mouth anymore and his presence neither, which made me open my eyes.

The guy from before, from the VIP section, had him gripped by his hair, pulling the creep away from me.

"Don't you fucking touch her." He almost growled, while his dark eyes killed the other man with the look in them.

"Oh you want her too? How about we sha-" he started while grinning, but the handsome guy punched him right into his face.

Well, now the creep was definitely not grinning anymore, because he was laying on the floor, screaming as he held his bloody nose. By the crack I heard before, I was pretty sure that his nose was now broken.

The handsome guy now stepped on his hand, pressing down with his foot as the creep screamed more in pain.

I stared at men in shock, now slowly sliding down the wall behind me.

In that moment I didn't care about the fact that my panties were probably on display for everyone right now because I was crying too much. My hands were on my face, covering my eyes.

I almost got raped.

"Take him with you." I heard the deep voice again, before I suddenly felt something placed over my lap.

I slowly took my hands away from my face before blinking a few times to be able to see, just to see that he had placed his suit jacket over my lap to cover me up.

I now slowly raised my head, looking into these beautiful, dark eyes of him, that were staring at me again. But this time not in lust, but in worry.

"Did that bastard... touch you? Are you okay?" He started off aggressive, but made a small pause to soften his voice, he obviously didn't want to scare me.

I just shook my head, answering both of his questions with that, as more tears started to roll down my cheeks.

I was a mess, all kinds of emotions mixed together. Fear. Anger. Gratitude. Relief. And the fact that I was drunk did not make it better.

I sobbed quietly, when suddenly I felt his hand softly placing on the back of my head, pressing my face into his chest. He held me against his chest to comfort me, I could tell by the way his thumb was caressing my head.

Even though I didn't know this man and he was a complete stranger to me, I felt safer with him than I've ever felt with anyone before.

"Thank you, thank you so much." I said between sobs over and over again while clutching onto his button up shirt.

"Shh it's okay cariño, you're safe with me." He shushed me softly, and after some time he managed to calm me down a bit.

I inhaled deeply, smelling his nice perfume, as I felt incredibly thankful. A few more moments, and the tears stopped completely and my breath was almost back to normal.

He helped me up, steadying me before he wrapped his jacket around me. Just now I realised how tall he actually was, and quite muscular too.

His eyes were on me, eyeing me carefully.

"Are you comfortable with me driving you home?" I just shook my head.

"I can't go home." He then gave me a confused look, I just wiped the last tears away while sniffing a bit.

"My excuse of an boyfriend cheated on me, and he is currently in my apartment getting his stuff out of there. I really... don't wanna see him." I said honestly, staring at the ground as I clutched his jacket tighter against my body.

"You can just drop me off at my frie-"

"Wanna stay over at mine?"