Romulus's Filthy Obsession

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I couldn't tear my eyes off her. She almost seemed to glow with her own inner light, like there was something special about her. I didn't even notice what the other girls looked like because my gaze was zeroed in on her. She has honey-blonde hair that flew down her back in sensuous waves. I couldn't make out the colour of her eyes from up here, but I can already see how puffy they are.

She's wearing a strapless, peach-coloured dress that looked way too classy for the kind of party she was at. Her friends are all wearing miniskirts that will show their asses if they so much as sneeze, but this girl's dress flares out around her thighs. It was cut well about her knees and showed off her slim yet curvy legs.

She was nowhere near as scantily clad as the other girls were on the dance floor, yet she somehow looked even more erotic for it.

She looked young—too young—sweet and innocent. But I know she's got to be at least eighteen or so, or else she wouldn't have been admitted into this party.

My eyes roved over her exposed flesh. She was a tiny little thing, but her legs seemed to go on forever. She flipped her hair behind her slender shoulder, and I watched as the honey-blonde waves rippled like silk. My hands twitched at my sides with the undeniable urge to glide my fingers through the strands and see if they feel just as soft and silky as they look.

My chest tightened as I continued to gaze at her. She has a good posture and full lips, and a small nose. I'm suddenly hyper-aware of the blood rushing through my veins.

I'm not that old by any means. I'm only thirty, but she looks so damn young, so fucking beautiful.

This girl is making me feel things I'd never felt before, and my chest heaved.

I balled my hands into fists as I stared down at her, my jaw tightened. I wanted to go down there and throw her over my shoulder and stomp away with her. Take her somewhere where no one can look at her the way they are now. I wanted to both spank her little ass for showing so much skin and also fall to her feet and worship her like she's my new religion.

"Hello?" Klaus called my attention back to him.

I snapped my head up to look over at my head of PR, my scow fixed firmly back in place. I'm more irritated than ever that he pulled my attention away from her.

"What the fuck is up with you, Romulus?" he asked, a puzzled look on his face.

"Where were you?"

"Nowhere." I gulped down the rest of my brandy before I turned and started heading for the door.

"Well, let's get this over with," I growled.

I felt him gaping at me, probably surprised that it didn't take more coaxing to get me to go down to the party. I can't really blame him. He usually has to spend much longer trying to convince me to do my duty as host.

What he doesn't know is the only reason I'm going down there at all is that I feel like I'll die if I don't find out who this girl is and what color her eyes are.

I saw her somewhere and I can't seem to remember that.

Lydia Miller.

A few hours earlier.

"Lydia, We are getting late, Hurry up," I heard my best friend Sandy yell from outside.

"Five minutes please," I yelled back,

There was this Halloween party happening and Sandy along with my other friends decided to go there, dragging me along with them. I moved out of London two years ago, I didn't have any other option other than to leave London.