( 18+)
"You've been avoiding me." I whispered, softly. "Why?"
His stare was fixated on me, he was focusing on my chest heaving up and down. His fingers dug even deeper against my hips, he was fighting every instinct in his body.
"I'm afraid I might...
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TW/ SA
I picked out a baby pink mini dress with a corset fitted perfectly to my waist, my hands braided my curly, long bangs while pulling a few strands to the front. My makeup was perfectly applied, just a little of everything including my long, natural lashes. I dabbed a clear lip gloss across my lips with my finger, I paired my dress with pink heels.
I hardly recognized myself but maybe that's the beauty of it, starting fresh.
I could hear music softly playing downstairs, I closed the door behind me while carefully walking down the stairs. The entire house was filled with all sorts of people, and expensive dresses and jewelry. People paid no attention to me whatsoever, they focused on their conversations or the food that was being served.
A waitress approached me with a tray of glasses of some sort of bubbly alcohol, I smiled softly before grabbing one. I was enjoying the party so far, of course, I knew no one here but it was nice to watch people have fun, it made me feel normal.
"Enjoying yourself?" A voice said behind me, I turned slightly to catch a glimpse of the person.
Knox. The man who was in the gym yesterday, the one that looked like an emo art book. He had a grey suit with dark blue details that matched his blue eyes, his hair was buzzed leaving no room to style. I turned back around avoiding eye contact with him, my shoulders were tensed when I felt his breath against my neck.
"I guess you could say that." I mumbled under my breath.
"Not as much as you enjoyed yourself last night." He said.
"I'm sorry?" My brows scrunched up, confusion covered my face.
He chuckled inside my ear causing uncomfortable shivers to crawl down my back, his hand suddenly grabbed my hip and squeezed his fingers inside my skin very hard. He yanked me against his chest with his hands holding me down, I held my breath when his other hand started trailing up the side of my body.
"Look at him." His voice echoed inside my ear, and his hand grabbed the side of my jaw forcing me to stare at them.
Alistair had an all-black suit on, his hair was gelled back with just a curl loose in front. His huge hands had on many different rings with his perfectly shaved face, it was a sight that would forever be embedded inside my mind. The thing was, he wasn't alone at the table.
He was talking to a blonde woman, she was drop-dead gorgeous. Her dress fit her perfectly, her hair looked perfect even her nails were perfect. She was laughing at something he said, and even he was smiling.
"That's his game, he saves them, sweet talks them to find a weakness." Knox whispered, my eyes drilling holes in the side of his face. The woman and he locked fingers while walking across the room to the stairs, he was taking her to his bed. "Then he fucks them, hard and deep, does no aftercare, and leaves them ruined with his touch."
