Stargaze Lovers (Romance novel)

Illusions always break! (*mature content*)

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Alannah dresses me in a short black dress with heavy eye make-up, dark red lipstick and black strappy heels with at least 4 inches heel, making my legs look sexy and long. 
"I love it. You look HOT!" Alannah exclaims as she hurry's up adding the final touches to her make-up. "We're all ready to leave now!" Alannah says as she takes me by the arm and grabs her clutch and then we head out.

"Loosen up will you!" Alannah shouts above the loud music that blares continuously around the club. The neon lights almost blinding and constantly changing, from green to red, to blue, to purple on a never ending cycle. Alanna hands me my second alcoholic drink of night.

"Bottom's up!" Alannah screams, as we both take a tequila shot.

"Let's dance!" I shout to Alannah as suddenly the swarm of bodies swaying their hips to the beat of the music on the dance floor looks much more appealing.

Both Al and I are dancing, swaying our hip in line with the tempo. I love it! As we continue to dance for twenty minutes straight before Alannah said she was going to get us some more drinks.

As I was dancing this really hot guy kept checking me out; he looks supermodel hot, with his dirty blonde hair and green eyes and had a few tattoo's round his neck, which added to his appeal. I put him out my mind as I kept dancing, until I felt someone's hands round my waist. I turned around to see that guy staring at me with his hazel eyes which I first thought to be green. It feels different. Not bad, but different. It's the first time I've been touched by any other guy but Asher, and it doesn't feel half as good, but I need to forget him now. I keep dancing. He grinds against me, his front to my back. I imagine someone else's hands on me, someone else's body against mine as I continue to dance to the music.

As I look up I see Asher there. He's scowling and my heart misses a beat. His dark stormy gaze meets mine. I turn around and kiss the guy straight on the lips, with my tongue in his mouth I look straight at Asher to get one point across:

'I'm over you!'

Illusions are better than realities. However as the guy begins to touch my boob through the fabric of my dress with one of his hands and begins riding up my dress to get a hold of my ass with the other, I realise that Illusions always break. I try and break hold of his grasp, but he holds me even more tightly against him. I feel something hard against his jeans, rubbing against the inside of my thigh. I squirm more, trying to push him away. He's too strong. I'm in tear now, not liking this anymore and hating myself for starting something like this.

"Get off me!" I screaming, feeling helpless once again. He ignores me.

He's still on me, until someone rips him off of me and punches him round the face. It's Asher. He punches the guy so hard that I can hear the crack of his bones breaking. The guy's still standing. Asher punches him again and the guy falls straight onto the dance floor.

The music has stopped; everyone has turned to see what's happening. Asher turns to look at me.

"Fuck!" Asher says as he sees tears streaming down my face, my dress skewered and my hair messed up. He grabs me by the hand as he drags me to the nearest fire exit. He opens the door setting off an alarm that soon get drowned out by the blare of the music that's started up soon after we left and completely dies out and the door slams shut with a resounding thud.

I attempt to fix my dress and hair. I look up to see Asher's stormy blue eye; he's annoyed as fuck.

"What the fuck were you doing back there!? You could have been raped!" he yells at me, his fists clutched and bloody. I begin to get irritated as I remember the reason for me coming here in the first place.

"Why the fucks do you care?! You don't even love me!" I scream back, as tears well up in my eyes at the thought of him going home to some other girl tonight. I turn around to go back in, not wanting to cry in front of him. I don't want to seem more pathetic than I already am.

He pulls me back.

And he kisses me HARD, his hand clutching my hair and mine intertwined behind his neck.

And I realise something in that moment: I can't EVER love anyone but him.