A Warmth December

Chapter Four

It's been ten minutes since Michael left for the party, also ten minutes since I'm staring at the dress I'm wearing, it exposes my breast and both of my thigh and backless. I'm scaring to go out like that, because I know Michael won't be afraid to make a scene about the dress in the party once he sees it.

"You're really beautiful" James extends his hand, holding the car door for me to descend, I nod thank him for the compliment.

The moment we enter the room all eyes are on me, cameras gleam are all over my face. I spot Michael back talking to an elderly woman, I see the woman directs him at me with her head and I'm already trembling in fears. His eyes opens widely the moment he catches mines and he crunches the glass of champagne in his hand before down it at once.

The party is really entertaining but I can't focus at the same time I'm trying to ignore collide on Michael arms. His eyes doesn't leave me for even a second downs drink after drinks.

"James you date is really beautiful" one of the photographer compliments, and I glimpse under my curly false lashes at Michael who crunching his teeth when James rest his hand at my bare thigh.

"What about a little kiss for the camera" one of the photographer ask and all of others cheers in agreement with the suggestion. I once again look at Michael direction daring me with his gaze. I face James who grips my waist.

"Kiss, it is then" James exclaims caressing my face attempting to kiss me until someone cut between us.

"James, right" Michael glimpses at me before proffer his hand to James who does not take a second to respond and I roll my eyes. After their conversation, Michael convinces James to let me dance with him.

"So, you cross me" he whispers into my ears that suddenly makes my body shudder and transports a pleasurable felling that rest on my groin and I moan. I look how all the couples make their way to the dance floor while Michael grips my arms escorting me in a corridor.

"Where are we going" I silently shouts, smiling at the crowd watching us pretending I am happy to be in his arms. But, he only gaze at me for a second leaving me in my confusing memory.

He glances both way before shoving me into this little closet and lock the door behind us, fighting to rescue myself from his grips he claims my lips with passion and desirable. Once I get the habitual flavor, the taste of the whiskey with a little taste of a fresh sweet mint, my adrenaline is pounding. I moan pushing my sex to meet his. He rapidly glide my pantie to one side sliding his middle finger inside me and I gasp cocking my head back grabbing his collar with my mouth open in a shape O. I place my hand to his, pushing his finger harder inside me. Oh, he knows how to control every inches of my body.

"So now Livvie, you're going to leave this party or if you going to stay, take my jacket to cover your body because this dress is sure making man running to the restroom and I don't like other men pleasuring themselves over what is MINE" he stating with his fingers still give me heavenly pleasure, I open my mouth to say something but it betrayed me with a moan, "and you going to stay as far away from this Jimmy or whatever as possible because if he touches you one more time I swear I'll burn this place down and you know me really well to know I'm not lying" he claims my mouth harder this time.

I thrust him on the wall for some distance, with my hand cover my visage struggling to not give him pleasure of seeing me sobbing, "Mike, I'm not your playthings I was once but I am not anymore and I'm sure well didn't ask you for an opinion" I say as calm as my heavy head allowed me to.

He grips me one more time claiming my lips, pressing his hard erection into my sex, "Olivia. This is not a goddamn opinion. This. Is. A fucking ORDER you are mine and MINE only" I crunch my finger together staring at him tears running from my eyes, I love him so much. Why can he threat me right?

"I'm not yours, and I'm tired of you trying to control my life so I'm going to enjoy this party the way I intended to as long you agree or not" with that I plunge into the door, thank God there is nobody outside and makes my way to James who is eager to see me.

"So, where were we" I clap my hand fixing at him waiting to kiss James. But, the heard of the glass shattering at the floor take my focus away. I glimpse at Michael plants at the same place camera's light gleams at his face. His abashment sight gazes toward me for a last time before leaving the party.

My shaking legs slightly amble at the stairs heading to my room, once I get in front of Michael room I take off my heels. The moment I enter my bedroom, the light make me jump.

"You double cross me, Olivia Smith" I hear Michael voice silently shouting, sitting in my bed holding a glass with his legs crossing