"Is it too late to save my soul, love?"
"I think so, but if we're going to hell we're going together."
Is the typa vibe I'm going for.
Mature subjects such as sex, family issues, and toxic men in this story
Cover art by C H A R A C T E R S on Pinte...
My plan was to help Aria get set up for the party early, but I wanted to shower off the stress of my midterm and get ready for the party on my own.
Finally, I arrived a little late wearing my short black hourglass dress, with perfect heatless curls flowing down my back and Busboy's jacket over my shoulders.
I open the front door and spot Aria, I give her a quick hug and hand her Busboy's jacket to hang up. She points out a couple guys who look to be my type. I smirk at her and saunter over to them on the dance floor, starting to dance with one of them. After the week I've had, I definitely deserve to dance with a cute guy.
I lose myself in the music for a few songs before the guy starts to feel me up by running his hands along my hips. I turn to look at him, my eyes going from his eyes to his mouth and back again. His other hand trails across my body and almost goes over my neckline. I smirk before grabbing his hand to pull him upstairs, when suddenly he's yanked away from my grip.
I turn to see Busboy dragging the guy I was just dancing with outside. I stand, shocked, for a moment wondering how he found me after all this time and why he's even here.
"She's mine, do you hear me? Touch her again and you'll lose a hand" Busboy makes it clear as he punches the guy I was just grinding on. He says something in the beaten boy's ear before turning to me and giving me a feral stare. He crosses the patio walking towards me. He grabs my hand and drags me across the lawn before I can even protest, throwing me in his car.
"Hey! What the hell is wrong with you? You dropped off the grid for a month and now you're here beating up the guy I was about to get railed by? We talked for like ten minutes. You have no right." I yell at him.
He just chuckles, before smirking at me and saying,
"Don't get your panties in a knot, sweetheart." He puts the car in reverse and backs out of the driveway. Even though I hate him in this moment, he looked so damn attractive driving a car. I crossed my arms and scowled at him and snapped back.
"Funny you say that, I'm not wearing panties." I whisper.
He looked at me, and raised a brow, surprised by my temper.
"I just wanted a chance to talk to you, but then I saw you with him..." His jaw clenches, holding himself back from rage.
"I don't see a problem with that. You don't own me. You don't know me. Where the hell are you taking me?" I try the door of his car, but it won't budge.
"I'm taking you to the shop. Any idea what tattoo you want? It's on me."
The smile he gave me was pure devilish amusement, and I got the feeling that the longer I stayed with this mysterious man, the further I was signing my life away.
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