Deadly Love

7. Drunk

The phone rings twice before he picks up.

"Hello," his deep voice barks.

"Hello to you too, Mr. Alessi! I just wanted to call to tell you... " I giggle uncontrollably. "That you are a rude asshole. An attractive rude asshole, that is."

I hear a sharp intake of breath. "Cadence?"

"That's my name, Damien, oops I mean Mr. Alessi. Don't wear it out!"

"Are you drunk? Where are you? I'm coming to get you," he growls.

"Nooo," I whine.

"Caden-"

I stop listening to him when I hear someone else call my name. I turn and face the boy, I think named Mike, who I was dancing with before.

"Cadence, come on let's go back," he slurs and puts his hands around my waist.

I'm about to go with him when I am rudely reminded that I'm on the phone.

"Cadence, who was that? Where are you?" Mr. Alessi bites out.

"Um, that was my dad!" I snicker quietly. "Gotta go, bye Mr. Alessi. See you Monday," I rush out.

"Don't you dare hang up on m-" I quickly hang up.

Mike looks questioningly at me but says nothing as we walk back to the dance floor.

A thought pops into my head. "Can I do a body shot off of you?"

He shrugs and says, "Sure."

I stagger away to grab a lime, some salt and tequila. Bringing the items back, I see Mike already lying on a table with a bunch of people huddled around.

He takes the lime out of my hand and puts it in his mouth. I sprinkle the salt onto his neck and sit on his abdomen. Someone pours me a shot of tequila and I grin widely while telling them thank you.

People are chanting my name and I hear Andi screaming excitedly. I look up seeing Eric shake his head at me and walk away. I feel a pang in my chest, but ignore it.

"Do it," Mike says eagerly to me.

"Your wish is my command," I wink at him.

This is so unlike me but all the alcohol in my system distort my thoughts. I lick the salt off his neck slowly, hearing him moan, gulp down the tequila, and eat the lime out of his mouth.

Everyone goes crazy around me and I can tell that they are all just as wasted as I am.

Hopping off Mike's stomach, I pull him down with me and we head back, hand in hand to where the music is playing loudly.

He stands extremely close behind me and grinds his hips into mine. He whispers in my ear, "That was so fucking hot." I feel something hard but kind of small hit my back and I squirm nervously, telling myself to loosen up.

He begins sloppily kissing down my neck and I try to relax in his arms.

He attempts to spin me around so that I will be facing him, but is suddenly pulled away and knocked to the floor by someone who I can't see.

Murmurs erupt all around me. "What the hell?" I wonder out loud.

Mike tries to stand up but is knocked down again by a tall man...with dark hair.

Oh, fucking shit, I am so dead. Shit. Shit. Shit.

The man stands up and turns in my direction with a murderous look on his face. He takes one look at me and my worst fears come to life.