Love Gone Wrong

Chapter 8: Vlad

Chapter 8: Vlad

He takes her upstairs, her small dainty hand in his. In the other, there's a wine bottle and there are a lot more upstairs. He somehow convinced a waiter to sneak some in some bedroom. Nobody notices him because they're too busy trying to show off how brilliant they are.

All these people are fake. Yet, they don't know that the other people around them are also pretending. 'Sad, sad, people.' he thinks. He looks back at her and her eyes are glazed over in a drunken state. During the whole time they were dancing he's tried to make sure to sneak a few sips of that fruity tasting champagne to her to get her tipsy without her noticing.

"W-where are we going?" she asks, almost tripping over on her high heels. He catches her fall and her  curls bounce and a creeping thought comes into his mind, 'she's so lovely'. But he quickly dismisses it and thinks his plan. Sex, he's here to have sex. He thought he would have to stay up all night and seduce some plastic looking girl but she was thrown to him so she would have to do.

Plus, she had really nice, smooth looking skin and he would love to run his hands all over it. 'Stop thinking like that!' he scolds himself. 'Sex. No strings attached. Like usual.'

"Some where nice." he tells her. Her eyes are lost but she nods hazily. The round a corner and then he kicks open a door. He gently pushes her in and she stumbles onto the bed. She lays down on the bed and kicks off her shoes that pinches her toes.

The room has this Victorian feel to it. There's a big grand bed at the center of the room with cream colored sheets and multiple pillows. The headboard is a dark wood color and he bets a lot of people from downstairs will know what kind of wood it is. There are doors that lead to a balcony but he doesn't bother looking out of them unless if they take it out there.

Bottles of alcohol sit on any hard surfaces as if they were lazily thrown around. He grabs a bottle and pops the cork off. As he turns around he expects her to be on the bed, ready for him but instead he sees her figure sitting at the edge of the balcony.

"What are you doing?" he asks, walking out of the room. The cold fall air hits his face and the sound of muffled laughs and shrill voices disapear and the sound of the city fills the balcony. He walks to the edge and sits with her, studying her.

"I know what you want." she says. He looks at her with a surprised look. "I'm not that drunk."

"What do you think I'm going to do?" he asks, trying to sound smug.

"Sex." is all she says. "You want to have sex with me." 

"What?" he says, trying to laugh. "That's not what I want to do."

"I can read you like an open book, Vlad Pavlov. I just have to decide if I'll let you or not." she replies, leaning against the brick wall. 

"Since when did you become such a smart-ass?" he asks, trying to decide if he should just grab her by the waist and throw her into the room. 

She just smirks at him and throws her arms into the air, letting her arms develop goosebumps. "Why are you even here Vald?" she asks, now running her hands through the air as if it's velvet. "I know you don't belong to this scene. Why didn't you just leave."

"You don't either." he replies back. 

"What makes you think that?" she asks.

"I see the way your parents dragged you around. It was like you are their little dog and you follow their every demand," he says. "They dictate your every move." 

"Why don't you just get what you want?" she asks, looking at him. "Why don't you just take me in that  room and show me how much of a man you are. Rape me. That's what you do with all the other girls, don't you? What gives me the pleasure of not being blessed by you?" 

"I do not rape people!" he exclaims, getting mad at her. But a rush of bliss runs through her like he's  made to argue with her; it feels so natural and beautiful. "And what makes you think you can just change the subject?!" 

"You changed the subject too." she points out. 

"Since when?" he asks.

"When I asked you why you were even here, you didn't even tell me why." 

"I was forced like you." he says, crossing his arms like a child.

"Who says I was forced?" she asks.

"It's written all over you!" he exclaims. 

"So the brilliant Vladimir Pavlov reads people," she laughs. "Probably from all his experience from stripping his books naked."

"Since when did you become so bold?" he demands, deciding if he likes this side of her or not. 

"It's your fault for making me consume so much alcohol." She points at him accusingly and he scooches towards her because she's swaying back and forth now and he doesn't want her to fall to her death. It would be really difficult to explain himself to the authorities since he's been known to cause some trouble. 

"Jesus, Domi!" he hisses as his hands land onto her hips to hold her steady. "Are you trying to die?"

"Why are you calling me Domi?" she asks, grabbing onto his shoulders.

"It's not as much as a mouthful as Dominika." he said.

"It makes me sound like a little girl." she scoffs. 

"Well in my offense, you are tiny." he laughs softly. He almost says, 'and perfect'. but he's sober enough not to. It takes him to realize how close and intimate they are. He feels her body heat and her hair against his skin and it sends shivers from his skin to his spine. He feels her soft breath on his neck and he looks up from her waist and she looks up too as their eyes meet.

Everything just stops and all there is in the world is him and her, together. It's a cheesy thought but it really feels like that and he's scared because he's never felt like this before. Especially for a person. 

They both begin to lean in but just as their noses touch she pushes away from him as her phone vibrates. He sits there disapointed as he watches her pull out her phone and answer it.

"Hello?" she asks, she sounds out of breath. "Yeah, Mum, I'll be right down." She hangs up and jumps off the railing. 

"Where are you going?" he asks, sounding slightly like a lost child.

"I'm going home," she replies as she picks up her heels and slips them on.  For once, he doesn't stare at her ass as she bends down. "The parents call."

He follows after her, sitting on the bed. She turns away from him and goes for the door but then she turns around and faces him.

"Vlad," she says.

"Hm?" 

"I had a very nice time tonight." she said. "Even though you got be drunk so you could have your way with me. It was nice."

He feels a smile creep onto his face and he tries to hide how pleased he is of himself; even though he didn't have any sex tonight. "Don't mention it."

She turns around yet again but she hesitates and turns back around. "Oh yeah, if you want to ever break if off with Olga, then be careful. She's a vicious one."

"How do you know? What'd she do to you?" he asked.

"She chopped off my hair." she said nonchalantly. "Who knows what she'll do to you? Goodbye Vald."

"Bye Domi." Then she disapears back into the crowds of the party and he decides on one thing. He needs to make rules for himself to stay away from a girl like her; especially a girl that can see right through him.