God Of Desire

torn from me

Madden:

A slow smile tugged at my lips as I watched the faint blush on her cheeks , how adorable she looked when she blushes for me only me ."Let me grab a shot first, just to... loosen up a bit," she’d said before standing.

I couldn’t tear my gaze away. She moved with a casual confidence that had every eye in the room tracking her...mine included.

Her skirt skimmed just beneath that perfect curve, leaving damn near nothing to the imagination, and her fitted top hugged her curves in all the right places. Every sway of her hips, every flick of her hair...she was mesmerizing.

The second I noticed other guys turning their heads, openly staring as she passed, something dark pulsed inside me. Who the hell did they think they were, letting their eyes linger on her like that? As if she was up for grabs.

They didn’t know she was mine. A violent urge clawed its way up my throat to rip every gaze away from her, to make it clear that no one else was allowed to see her like this. To see what was only meant for me.

But then, the sweet scent of some overdone perfume and a shrill voice broke through, shattering the moment. I turned, meeting the too-bright blue eyes of Emma, who had somehow glued herself to my side.

She gave me a coy smile, pressing herself against me, her hand running down my arm like she had any claim here. “Miss me, Madden?” she purred, her voice dripping with fake sweetness.

Disgust twisted in my stomach. I pulled my arm away, my face slipping into a cold, blank expression. “Emma,” I said, voice laced with irritation. “I thought I made it clear last time...leave.”

But she just blinked, feigning surprise, as if she hadn’t heard the same thing a dozen times before.

"But don't you wan—" Her words cut off as I shoved her back with a cold, flat glare. "Leave," I snapped, my voice slicing through the noise. Her eyes flashed with irritation, and I caught the flare of anger on her face before she turned, stalking off up the stairs in a huff. Good. One less distraction.

Reaching for my glass of whiskey, I took a slow, deep sip, savoring the burn. But something was... off. It tasted different, faintly bitter.

I brushed it off, shrugging as I looked around the room, eyes scanning for Ana. It was a feeling that was just beyond my reach...the flickering shadows, the music blurring in and out, and a creeping warmth pooling in my chest and cheeks. The edges of my vision swayed slightly, and I shook my head to clear it, thinking I must’ve just had one too many.

My phone vibrated, dragging my attention down to the screen. A message from an unknown number blinked up at me, and my stomach tightened as I read it:

"You might wanna get your friend out of here. Looks like she almost overdosed. Last room on second floor."

A chill swept through me, cutting through the daze. Indie. Didn’t she swear she’d left that part of her life behind? My fists clenched involuntarily. Indie was like family to me, and if she was in trouble
...especially this kind of trouble...I had to get there now.

I rose quickly, and the world tilted. My skin felt too warm, my heart pounding erratically as my vision wavered. Everything felt surreal, like I was moving underwater. What the hell was happening? The whiskey... that aftertaste… It felt like my mind was splitting, fragments shifting, as the music pulsed through me, making everything around me feel too loud, too close.

But the thought of Indie...vulnerable, needing help...grounded me, and I forced myself to stumble toward the stairwell, gripping the banister as I tried to shake off the heavy fog.