Raining on the Bad Boy

The Past Bites

#1 draft Published 27/07/2016

^the image above is Warren's house^

Beatrice's POV

I am currently dancing like hell with Becca. She is dancing fluidly and elegantly but I have gone past the point of caring what I look like and am simply flailing my limbs around like a maniac.

I haven't had a lot to drink, 2 cups of vodka and lemonade, but not enough to change me at all.

My feet ache and my pinky toe is rubbing painfully against the side of my heel but I've gone numb because of the hype.

Also, because of this hype, I don't really respond straight away when muscled arms wrap around my waist from behind.

I look back over my shoulder and am greeted by foggy green eyes and a frown. I then hear Warren's voice graze against my ear as he says,
"Just trust me. Turn around and hug me." And the urgency in his sensual voice makes me do as he told me.

I turn around with a wide smile on my face and wrap my arms around his neck. Even though I don't entirely understand what's happening it feels oddly right to be held by him.

"Don't look now but there's a guy by the bar who can't take his eyes off you." Warren says in a voice so sincere and sensual that for a moment all I'm aware of are his arms around me and his hands resting on the nape of my back.

After I regain my senses I look slyly towards the bar and see him. My ex-boyfriend stands facing me and dread fills my stomach. I had finally thought that I had escaped our toxic relationship but it appears I was wrong.

In my moment of panic I do something that I know I'm going to regret.

Warren's POV

A look of panic crosses Beatrice's face as she sees the man and I feel an urge to pull her closer to me but I ignore it. However the panic soon goes as she looks up at me.

She moves one of her hands so it is flat on my chest and the other is still wrapped around my neck. She then lightly tugs down my head towards her and goes on her tiptoes. Before I can resist it, her lips are being pushed firm but gently against mine. They're soft and supple and the feeling of them on mine makes my heart skip a beat.

I have achieved much more than a kiss and I'm sure I always can but this simple act of lips on lips makes me yearn for more. My hands on her lower back squeeze her towards me but she slowly pulls back, leaving me longing for her.

In a smooth sweep, she wraps her little fingers around my wrist and leads me towards a door, which opens into an empty, unhygienic corridor.

I do not move or react I simply stare at her waiting for something... Anything!

"Sorry about that," was certainly not what I was expecting. She runs her hands down her face in frustration and looks back up as if pleading for help.
"That was my ex boyfriend," she mutters, looking at the floor. And this really confuses me. How could Beatrice have ever had a boyfriend before? I continue to look at her blankly, so she just sighs and says,
"Thanks for letting me know." And she begins to walk away. Without thinking I blurt,
"Wait!" She turns around and stares at me expectantly, "are you sure you're going to be okay?" I ask, not entirely sure why I care. But she just quips with,
"Yep," popping the 'p'. And just like that she walks out of the back door into the darkness and I feel completely helpless.

Beatrice's POV

As I drive home swiftly my heart is pounding and my breathing is ragged. It feels as though all of the old memories that I had locked away have been let loose and are now running rampage inside my brain.