Resisting Love (#1)

Found Alive

Found Alive

       I was crouched in the corner, gasping for air. I couldn't believe what I had just done. I was shaking uncontrollably as I remembered the taste in my mouth. I desperately hoped that Makayla was okay. I had ran as soon as I realized what I was doing. I didn't stop until I got home and I was angry at myself. I let all my walls drop, and I completely let go. I yelled and threw stuff, I slung stuff off of the surfaces in my room, and hearing all the shattering and breaking didn't faze me one bit. I wanted to kill myself for what I had done. I was so fucking stupid! 

      This was why I left California, to not hurt anyone I knew, yet I still failed at that. The place was a mess but I didn't even care. I stumbled out of my room and closed the door behind me. I still hadn't put on any clothes but at the moment, I didn't care. I got in my car and drove back to the club. 

      When I got there, it was empty but still unlocked, which meant that Derek was still here, which was exactly what I needed. I grabbed a bottle of alcohol behind the bar but didn't see what it is, nor did I care. I walked down the hallway again and opened his door. He sat there, signing papers and he looked up sharply as I walked in. 

      "Sorry to burst out on you, but something came up. I'm back now though. Wanna have drunk sex," I asked with a smile, holding up the bottle, which I now saw was bourbon. Derek chuckled and shook his head a little. 

      "You're the only one I wouldn't get mad at for walking out on me Victoria," he said, standing up with a smirk. He walked over to me and reached his arm around to close the door, his face only an inch from mine. He took the bottle from my hand and opened it, taking a big swig. 

     "Yes, I would love to have drunk sex with you," he whispered into my ear. I smiled and took a sip of my own, enjoying the way it burned on the way down. I smiled and closed the little distance between us, smashing our lips together. He smiled against my lips and picked me up and I swung my legs around him, grinding our lower regions together.  

       He walked us over, pushed the paperwork off of his desk and sat me on top of it, standing between my legs as he spread them wider apart. His hands came down, searching, and found my underwear, his fingers seeking entrance. I gasped and closed my eyes as he pushed his fingers in and out of me. 

       I needed this. I needed a distraction from what I had done only hours earlier and I didn't care how, but I needed to forget the terrible thing I had done. I took another giant sip from the bottle and lost myself in the way he moved inside of me. 

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      I had woken up to someone gently shaking my shoulder. I turned and slowly opened my eyes, my head pounding. I looked up at Derek, who stood over me, buckling his belt. I was laying on his giant desk, and my back was killing me. 

      I sat up with a yawn, stretching my arms. Derek smirked and I grunted and turned my head, looking for my clothes, or at least what little I had on. With a knowing smile, he handed me my bra and underwear and then he finished putting his clothes on. I slipped those on then looked for my silky thin robe that I had on. I finally found it and put that on over me and put the heels on my feet. 

      I stood up, grabbed the empty bourbon bottle, and Derek opened the door, gesturing for me to walk out. I smiled and took a few steps out of the room and down the hall and he joined me seconds later, then I froze in my tracks as I looked ahead. 

      Nick and Damian stood at the end of the hall, both of them tensely watching me walk out of Derek's office. They both seemed livid and Nick's eyes were pitch black and soulless. I was suddenly hit with a wave of him. I forgot what it felt like whenever he was around and it was even more powerful now. Maybe that was because he was upset.