He Stares Back

Chap. 24: Yes

         Christian stands in front of Emily, his hands balled up into tight fist. The crowd of people stare at them, waiting for a fight to break out.

         "Don't you fricking dare, Matthews." Christian growls angrily at Brody, "And I mean it."

           Brody looks around at everyone, his lip bleeding. He chuckles at the attention he's getting, looking down at a trembling Emily being guarded by Christian. An evil chuckle escapes his lips as blood drips down onto his suit.

          "She's just piece of trash, Brother." Brody says with a cocky smile, "She has no real value to you or me or anyone in this room. Not even in a stunning dress like that."

           Christian's jaw tightens, his anger boiling. But he billionaire knows he must portray a cool exterior in front of his fellow upperclassmen and women. He takes in a deep breath and gives him a death glare.

          "Leave this party, Brody." Christian says coldly, "And don't ever come near me or any of us again."

           Brody's cocky smile fades away as e looks around at the upperclassmen around him. They all snob him. He turns and glares at Emily, who has managed to look up at the scene.

           "You'll regret this, Christian." Brody says coldly, "I will hurt you in such a way, you'll know your true class."

          Suddenly, guards appear and begin to escort Brody out. Christian kneels down to help Emily up, being gentle. She immediately a wrap her arms around his neck, burying her bruised face into his neck. He kisses the top of her head, his heart racing in his chest.

           "I swear Christian Taylor! I will make you pay!" The sound of Brody's voice shrieking angrily behind his shoulders makes Emily jump in Christian's arms.

              Christian looks around at everyone. "What's a party without a little drama, am I right?"

                Everyone laughs to Christian's words. The music begins to play once again, everyone resuming to the party. The billionaire sweeps Emily's legs up into his arms and carries her out of the ballroom area into the lobby. VIP guardsmen let Christian slip inside a private, dark room nearby without anyone noticing.

Emily continues to hold onto Christian as he walks her into a dark, velvet, emerald green room with a grand bed and matching throne like chairs. Emily recalls Christian taking her to a room like this one before they had broke things off. A room such as this is only used during parties for people to escape and have sex. The brunette wonders at the moment if this is Christian's intentions. She hopes it isn't but won't deny him if he request it. She's highly certain it isn't the case.

"Christian—" Emily starts to say, her voice weak.

"Shhh." Christian says softly as he sets her down in a throne like chair. "Don't talk. You're lips are bruised."

Emily bites her lip, nervous. Christian gets up and walks around to a mini fridge. Emily can see a miniature ice sculpture in the shape of a large dildo, small bottles of hard liquor, viles of drugs used for date rape, and cubes of ice. The brunette gasps at the content inside, her hands shaking.

There's no telling how many women have been dragged in here and sexually assaulted. Emily closes her eyes at the thought, shuttering. How many women woke up in a strange room not knowing what had happened to them.