"You" I mumbled with my last breath. The word that came out of my mouth was filled with fear and shock.
"Hello, Joana." He smirked with a champagne glass in his right hand.
"What are you doing?" I asked him while getting up from my position on the ground.
"Got a job here, I'm working for Chanel." He replied as he took a sip.
"You're joking," I said in disbelief. There is no way he's working for Chanel right after we broke up.
"Not really." He chuckled. "So what are you doing here?" He asked.
"I'm here with my boyfriend, thank you very much." I smiled the fakest smile I could before walking away. That was my plan until he grabbed me by my wrist and pulled me back to his chest.
"We all know how slutty you can be and that sluttyness of you isn't going to get yourself a boyfriend." He whispered into my ears. His voice reeked with alcohol.
"Well that "sluttyness" of me got me a fucking boyfriend so if you could get the fuck off me and change your bitchy attitude, that will be great." I took his hands off me.
"We all know you want me back." He said against my ear. That feeling was nasty.
"Hell no! I don't want to ever speak to you again. And wait, did you call me a slut? At least I wasn't the one fucking everybody's girlfriend you asshole! Get away from me bitch." I finally pushed away. God damn, that felt good to let out.
"Shut up bitch." He started dragging me. The fuck??
"Oh no you ain't." I tried to get out of his grip but failed since he was grabbing on real tight. I think my wrist was starting to get bruised.
"Ky- KYLIAN!!!" I tried yelling but saw nobody turn around to look at me. I am going to die. I hate myself. I PRAYED to God that somebody will come out and save me before this mother fucker took me in the back of his car.
"KYLIAN, HELP!!!" I shouted one last time.
"Is that your precious, boyfriend's name? Sounds pathetic." He dragged you.
"GET OFF ME YOU ASSHOLE!" I screamed before you were pulled away from him. I was so confused, it was like magic.
"DON'T EVER, TOUCH MY GIRLFRIEND, YOU ASSHOLE!" Kylian shouted in his face. So he did hear me.
"Oh oh oh! You're the girlfriend of this, slut?" He asked while smirking. It kind of creeped me out seeing him like this. He's going coo-coo.
"Yeah, what's wrong with that? In fact you can maybe call her, my slut?" He shrugged. Okay Kylian. I don't mind that.
"Well you know, she used to be mine. She still might be. Who knows?" He shrugged too. He thought he ate?
"Yeah I'm pretty sure she still has interest in you. It's totally not like she's yelling your name for help. Becaus you know, when I touch her, she yells my name is pleasure." He shrugs
"THE FUCK?" My ex exclaimed before he swung at Kylian. His fist hit directly into Kylian's nose but did that make Kylian stop? The fuck, no. He actually swung back surprisingly. He's much more than an average footballer you can say.
They were fighting for about a good 20 minutes before guards found us and forced us to stop. It was bloodshed where they were fighting. They were both covered in blood, bruises, and marks. Mostly my ex though. Kylian slayed that fight.
We were all guided to the exit as me and Kylian quickly ran to our car so we wouldn't get into another chaotic thing with my ex. He's physco.
"Kyky, you okay?" I asked him while wiping his blood with wet tissue.
"You just called me Kyky. You never call me that." He smiled while showing his bloody mouth.
"Oh Kylian, I'm asking you if you're okay. Not if I called you Kyky." I frowned.
"You were getting sexually harassed. How can I just stand there and watch you get dragged into his car? Your mine. My slut, my girlfriend, my amour, my everything, my life, my world. I will do anything for you amour." He put a strand of hair behind my ear while saying the last part. His touch, voice, his presence just makes me fold. Right now, I was trying to hold in my blush like crazy. I was probably burning.
"And I will do anything for you. You were pretty hot out there." I replied as he smirked.
"Yeah, I know. You should be lucky to be able to call me yours." He smirked again as he came closer to my lips.
"You are mine." I spoke out before mine and Kylian's lips were connected. Every time I sucked his kiss in, it tasted like blood but who the fuck cared? It was me and him right now. It was our world. We owned it.
"You're so incredible. I can't even describe how amazing you are with words." He broke the kiss to tell me while putting our foreheads together.
"What if I told you, I felt the same way about you? You're just too good for this world." I smiled.
he chuckled before he replied. "Sometimes, I don't know if you're a devil or an angel." He asked me.
"I don't know what you're talking about. I'm a full-on angel." I smiled before he pulled me back into the kiss. The taste of blood tasted so good right now. The taste of him and the blood was a combination I can never ask for. If you told me 1 hour ago that I would be sucking on blood and Kylian's mouth, I would've been disgusted. Am I now? Hell no, I'm enjoying it.
He left my mouth and left trails of kisses on my jaw, neck, and collar bone. He left some trails of blood but I didn't mind. It wasn't like it was the blood of a stranger. I let him do WHATEVER he wanted.
"Kylian. Mark me. WHEREVER you want to." I whispered into his ear. He immediately nodded before he got into action.
He was sucking on my collar bone and neck before I started feeling the numbness. It was finally getting marked. When I saw myself in the mirror of my car, I smiled. I loved the mark.
"I think I marked you enough." He went back to my lips.
"Yeah, and I love it." I said against his lips before we went back to kissing. It was fucking hot.
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We finally pulled apart and decided to go home. The moment I turned on the engine. I felt a weight on my thigh. I looked down to see what it was.
HELP WHEN I WROTE THIS, I WAS LISTENING TO SHAMELESS WHICH MADE ME WRITE THIS IN LIKE 1 MINUTE BC IDEAS KEPT POPPING UP IN MY HEAD WITH THAT SONG. THAT SONG IS MAGICAL. ANYWAYS, I POSTED ON MY CONVERSATIONS SO IF YOU HAVE ANYTHING YOU WANT FROM THIS BOOK OR ANY UPDATE RECCOMENDATIONS, MAKE SURE YOU SHARE YOUR IDEA!!! VOTE, COMMENT, AND FOLLOW PLEASE!!! LOVE YA GUYSS. -D
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