Written in the stars ✨️

chapter 5: this was a mistake

Wyatt walked down the cold steps. his shoes slamming against the tile. as he walked past the living room he heard his father still groaning in pain.

"you almost killed me you bastard." Owen snarled.

"deserved." was all Wyatt said before walking out the door, towards his car. swinging the door open and getting in driving into the city.

the sires head was blank as he pulled up to the bar, getting out his car and making his way in. he opted to sit on the stool at the bar, resting his tattooed arms on the counter.

"just straight vodka please." Wyatt said his deep monotone voice showing he isn't in the mood, the bruises on his face growing darker by the minute.

the sire downed the drink in seconds, due to having a high tolerance to alcohol, Wyatt ordered drink after drink. one after another, downing each one. the sting he was supposed too feel from the alcohol wasn't there as he wanted huffing annoyed.

^Wyatts pov.^

once I finished ordering yet another drink, I felt a small hand rest on my shoulder. I turn my head glaring at the person.

"who the fuck are you." I snarled.

"aww, honey bun, I just wanted too say hi and that I think your sexy. and" the girl paused for a second before carrying on. "I was wondering if you wanted to go for a quicky in the VIP room."

I scanned over the girls face in utter disgust, her blonde hair falling behind her shoulders, as her brown doe eyes stared up at me through her eyelashes. I internally rolled my eyes judging her.

"why the fuck would I do that." I said keeping my sentences short and snappy.

"do you know who I am hottie." the girl said batting her eyes at me, honestly she looked like she was having a fit.

"no, and to be truthful. I don't give a fuck about who you are." I said pushing her hand of my shoulder turning back towards the drink that was placed in front of me. but yet again the girls annoying whinny ass voice had too interrupt me, yet again.

"well, I'm grace Jalang, my father is rich. he runs the biggest business in this city." the girl said slipping a drug into my drink without noticing.

I rolled my eyes at her ignoring her picking up my drink and swigging it, placing the empty glass on the bar before standing up. as I stood I could feel my head start too pound, this wasn't normal. normally it would take way more alcohol for me too feel like this. before I knew it grace had her arm wrapped around mine dragging me towards the VIP room. everyone else became a blur to me as I stumbled not able too control my own body becoming dragged.

^no ones pov .^

Grace pushed Wyatt towards the couches seated at the back corner of the room, the sires body hit the red velvet cover couches and instantly passed out.

grace began making her way toward Wyatt smirking to herself as she straddled the passed out male taking of her own clothes leaving her in just her lase undergarments. once she was done she made her way to the buttons on Wyatts shirt as she started to trail kisses down his neck removing the shirt from his shoulders than moved too his jeans, unzipping then and removing them.

she giggled to herself before speaking in a hushed voice pushing Wyatts hair out the way.

"I always get what I want." she giggled again as she started to grind herself against him. only her hushed moans where heard as she started too pleasure herself. the slowly took the sires boxers off letting his dick bounce free. the dame blushed seeing the size smirking to herself before looking up at Wyatts face.

"good, he's still passed out." grace tilted her head a mischievous grin and she undressed herself fully, aligning Wyatts shaft towards her entrance, slowly teasing herself before sliding down, only fitting half before she screamed. her eyes started to water before deciding that was enough and she started too bounce. oblivious to the furious eyes on her. she continued too bounce before she was ripped away by a pair of arms. she screamed kicking her feet around.

"I was so close!" she whined plopping herself on the floor seeing people tend too Wyatt putting his clothes back on him wrapping their arms around him helping his out into a car.

next thing grace knew was her hair being dragged as she was forced to stand being thrown against the wall, a hand wrapping around her neck.

"keep your fucking sluty ass hands of my son, you whore." ender snarled squeezing graces neck making it hard for her too breathe. "if I ever heard that you have, I'm going to cut your hands of finger by finger until I'm satisfied with my work."

ender smirked watching as graces eyes grew wide as she grabbed a hold of enders wrist gasping for air. "I-I'm s-s-sorry." grace stuttered out as she was dropped onto her knees, a hard slap connecting too her face leaving a red mark as ender walked out. but stopped in her tracks.

"I suggest. you watch your back." ender said only turning her head slightly too the side. "or ill find you.... and kill you." and with that ender was out the door, leaving the club.