Love lays embedded deeply within the practice of deception. We immerse ourselves quickly in new realities much like a curious journalism student getting a job at a BDSM club but starts to uncover things aren't quite as they appeared originally on th...
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"What the fuck are you doing here?"
Okay, rude. That's not really how I expected to be greeted.
I shift uncomfortably on my feet but there's no way I'm going to let him talk to me like that, the voice of Jasper ingrained in my mind telling me to take absolutely no one's shit.
"Sugar gave me her number, she told me to come." I explain lightly in a friendly tone, glancing away from his intimidating eyes to the other two men, one of whom still has a woman perched happily in his lap but she's now looking at me with a look behind her eyes I can't quite distinguish.
Harry's head drops back with an agitated groan, "fucking Sugar." Which captures my attention once again as the woman who'd been closer to him stands now with her delicate features lit up brightly, she makes no move to speak but smiles warmly at me now she knows exactly who I am. Immediately, I'm comfortable and want to go and stand with her.
However, Niall seems to wave off Harry's words with a smile directed towards me. "Sugar loves to find new faces, seems like she found you. C'mere, we don't bite." He gestures with two fingers for me to leave the protective aura of George and step over to the dark side, to engulf myself in their toxic cloud of smoke, and I fear there's no going back.
There's an ounce of hesitation as I step forward, feeling Goerge's hand squeezing my shoulder almost like reassurance as he sends me off into the prawls of three men staring at me with coy smiles and intrigued eyes. I feel like an innocent zebra being forced into the claws of lions, heavily exposed as two sets of eyes run over my body – Harry isn't daring to look over as he focuses on his joint.
But then he doesn't need to, he's been inside me, so why would he need to look?
Niall being the one on the largest couch, pats the leather beside him as I get closer and honestly out of the three of them he's the one I'd like to sit next to the most. Perching myself uncomfortably I make sure to leave some distance between us, keeping my legs close together and hands clasped in my lap as they sweat profusely.
Like an eager child, Niall's entire body is turned in my direction with one of his legs perched on his own thigh as he rests his elbow there clasping his fingers around a crystal glass with an overenthusitic grin. "Little Rose... wasn't expecting to see you here again." He practically purrs, blue eyes bright while his large pupils fight to outshine the colour due to his high.
I release an awkward laugh, eyes following the woman with beautiful features, her hair a bright white as it lays curled down her exposed chest. Her eyes are incredibly dark against her pale skin, I can't help but watch as she moves closer to me with the sweetest smile curled on her face to reveal two deeply dug dimples in her cheeks.
"Can I get you a drink of anything, Lovie?" Her accent is even softer than her features, a gentle tone that doesn't surprise me in the slightest.
"Um, just a water will be fine, thank you." I'm not exactly inclined to pump any more alcohol into my system last night but it clearly amuses Niall as he leans in ever closer that I can feel his warm breath gently tickling the side of my neck.
