My Only Orange [COMPLETED]

Chapter 9

'Come on Ayla! It will be fun...', she whined.

Her date had become my headache. I cursed Paul inwardly for asking her out.

I shook my head and focused on the lecture.

'We won't be friends anymore if you'll not come.', she gritted and thumped her fist on the desk.

My head whipped at her only to find her brooding with her hands folded over chest.
Even her bosom was an epitome of beauty.

I sometimes felt quite inferior while wandering with her. She had everything a man wants.
Long legs, big boobs.

And here I was.
A normal 5'4 height with subtle globes and quite an ungenerous butt.

'How is your husband?', she asked while we wished along the grass.

'Cool!', I shrugged my shoulders and reminisced last night's kiss.
A heated pool swam in my belly and I had to clutch my books tighter to steady my insides.

'Does he kiss you?', she asked blatantly and my jaw dropped on the pavement.

Huh?

'Urrrm that's personal.', I managed.

'Oh come on! Tell me how is it like?', she giggled and I looked down at my feet.

'And I'll tell you about Paul...', she said poking my belly.

'But I don't wanna know about him. ', I reasoned and strode faster.

'Ayla!', she called behind me.

'Ohhkay I'm sorry.', she matched my pace and jogged beside me.

'You're coming with me tonight. Right?', she asked and I banged my head inwardly against the wall.

'Please!', she said with those puppy eyes and I couldn't help but comply.

'Yayyy! You're my best friend.', she squealed and jumped at me, hugging the only life out of me.

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Slipping into a peach jabot paired with light denim, I pulled my hair up into a messy bun and was all set go.

'I'm waiting.'

I rode down in elevator and found her waiting for me in her car. I took in her appearance and instantly felt a pang of jealousy.
Wearing a red halter dress, she had left her locks down as makeup completed her looks.
She was truly beautiful.

We drove away with a whoosh and my breath hitched when she parked in front of the Crystal lounge.

'You never told you were meeting at a bloody club..', I lashed out on her and she unclasped her belt.

'So what?', she mumbled and got out.

Fu**

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I sat in the corner with my coke and watched around.
That's all people knew.
Flirting
Dancing
Drinking.
Grinding.

Paul and Bella were on the dance floor few moments ago but now they were nowhere to be found. I sighed and finished my coke.

Gosh
I shouldn't have come here.
This place wasn't somewhere where I should hang around.

'Hey!'

I turned to find a very much drunken Paul holding on to my chair. My heart slipped a beat at the sight of him.

He stepped towards the stool adjacent to me with great struggle and slumped on it.

'Where is Bella?', I asked him.

His gaze shot up and he half smirked while taking a swig from his beer.

'Do we really need her?', he slurred.

Huh?
I needed to find her.

His biceps rippled as he called out for the waitress. His stares seemed really weird and I squirmed in my seat.

'Al.. Aye.. Ayla!', he stuttered while pointing his finger at me.

He knew my name?

'Where is Bella?', I asked anxiously and stood up.

'Where are you going?', he lunged forward and grabbed my arms.

Sheesh
What was he doing?

I pushed him away but even with a drunken mind he had strong nerves.
He gripped my waist and held me between his legs.

'PAUL!', I hollered and slapped him across his face.

His eyes widened at my stunt and he shot me glare.

'Leave me!', I slapped him again but before I could register more, he hauled me up over his shoulder and started walking.

'PAUL!', I slapped his back and kicked him in his torso but he kept walking to God knows where.

God!
I shouldn't have come here.

'Ayla!', he called and kept walking.

'Put me down!', I screamed and he did but held my hands in his steel grip.

'Babes!', he smirked down at me and I realized it was some dark alley.
What was this place?

'Where is Bella?', I gritted.

'Ohh she must be home by now.', he muttered and ducked his head down.

Sheeeesh
I quickly whipped my head in other direction and he kissed my cheek with a sigh.
His sloppy tongue traced my jaw and I gagged.

Ewww
He smelled nasty.

I pushed him away and he landed back against the wall with a huge thud. Before I could run for my life, I was hauled back by someone and the next thing I heard was a horrible cry.

What was that?

I bumped into someone's back and saw over his shoulder a very much howling Paul with a bloody nose.

The man turned around but I couldn't make out his face in the pitch black darkness. He pulled me out with him until I heard the roar of music again. Soon a dance floor came into my view and I saw my man hauling me out of the cacaphony.

It was him.
But how did he know that I was here?

He shoved me in his car and pulled away from the curb with a purr.
He was still clad in his office's attire with a very much distorted tie, hanging around his neck.

I rubbed my clammy hands and shivered at the thought of what could've happened if he hadn't come.

He punched the steering at God knows what and I jumped. I dared a glance up at him and witnessed a muscle ticking in his jaw.

Gosh
He was back to being monster.
I loathed his monstrous side.
It was shitty.

We rode up in silence but what held next for me in the pandora box of my fate was something out of this world.

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