Eliót's POV:
Zero was pissed.
I'm not sure why, Keira, his girlfriend was oblivious to his anger. The Jack Daniels bottle lay discarded to the hardwood floor.
When I approached him, he was stumbling from the couch to the Island Bar. Before he could purchase a shot of Vodka, I placed myself between the bartender, Lola, and a huff let me know my tactic had worked.
"What do you want?" He slurred.
I shivered, please someone remind me why I like this boy, before I kill him!
Zero downed the half Bud Light in his palm, and glared at me. His crystal blue eyes shooting daggers. "..erm..you seem annoyed..and she is shit faced.." She being his so called girlfriend who was now licking
Jell-O shots from Bianca's perfectly sculpted chest. "..I don't get it." He mumbled mere inches from my face.
I managed to put more distance from us but it was useless, Zero slung his muscular arm onto my shoulder, tugging me to a hallway with fewer people. Aaron Brink and his fling Hailey were tangled up in a sloppy embrace, but other than them we were alone. He urged me on, the further we went the less people we encountered.
"Zero where are you taking me?" I questioned skeptical of the dim lights and many vacant rooms.
After a few more turns we stopped at a door with a ACDC poster plastered to the poorly treated wood. Above read Zero Winston. You have got to be kidding me..I'm about to go in Zero Lin Winston's private room!- my immediate thoughts were cut short by Zero inviting me in.
The room was seductive.
Red strips of silk hung from the ceiling, gargoyle statues stood proudly on top of granite pillars. Plush carpet, ceased any form of sound, on the wall rows of garters, whips, collars, leashes, candles, knives were displayed from hooks. In the middle of the floor a King sized bed made to perfection completed the scandalous scene.
"What the fuck? Zero expl-" any anger or curiosity I had was washed away.
Zero's mouth plundered my own nipping my bottom lip, and demanding entrance. If I had planned to deny him it didn't happen. Zero ground his hips bringing excruciating sensations and my already tight jeans became like a vice.
I was wrenched from bliss when his hand found the zipper and button on my BlackHeart skinny jeans.
"Wait-" I broke contact from Zero and scrambled to the door. Before he could catch me, I ran down the hall and searched frantically for Holiday Lambert, my bestfriend and who had convinced me to come to the treacherous club, Vixens & Rakes.
Zero's POV:
He was gone. After breaking our kiss, the dark haired boy had disappeared into the sea of drunken bafoons.
Hypocrite...I pushed my muddied thoughts away and sure enough he had vanished.
My only thought,
I had to find him. Make him mine.
Ruin the innocence he possessed......
Author's Note
Thank You for reading my book thus far! By batbabies! ☀😸
