Heart of Lust

Chapter 1

  The music was too loud for my liking, but what can I say? If I complain Laura will kill me. After all it was her birthday, she was finally twenty-one. And we were here to celebrate. As my body moved with the rhythm of the music, a pair of hands landed on my waist. My heart skipped a beat, as fear creeped into my body.

Looking over my shoulder a boy that looked not one day older then eighteen, smirked at me. Disgust instantly filled my body and I was ready to tell him off and ask to not touch me when another voice interrupted me. "Excuse me!" We turned towards the voice, relief instantly filled me when I saw Wyatt, Laura's older brother standing there, glaring at the boy beside me.

"Take your hands off my girlfriend!" he shouted over the music, I stood there like a lost chicken too shocked to do something when I heard what he called me. I wasn't his girl, but I've wanted to be ever since I met him, two years ago.

   Two years ago, when I had moved into the apartment building, I had met him. He was like a true gentleman, helping me with my boxes and flirting here and there. Of course, I had immediately developed a crush on him. But it all went to hell, when the next day I met his girlfriend. Andrea Bishop, a really devil she is. Fortunately for me, she couldn't make it to the club today. But the warning she gave me last night was enough to make me stay away from him.

I blinked away from my thoughts when suddenly my arm was grabbed and I was pulled into his chest. I gasped and looked up at him. "Sorry, bro!" The guy yelled raising his hands up in surrender and turned away immediately dancing with his next victim. I scoffed and looked back at Wyatt, ready to say something but without another word, he started pulling me towards the bar.

I let out a relieved sigh, when the music got quieter. I watched as he sat down on the stool and patted the one beside him. I of course, listened, a second later when he didn't speak I opened my mouth ready to thank him, but he beat me to it. "Next time I won't be there to save you, Delilah." He spoke, I frowned and waited for him to elaborate and tell me what the hell he was talking about. "So, how about you stop being such a slut and go home." He seethed through his teeth and glared at me.

I flinched and moved away from him, staring at him in shock, I couldn't even speak. "W-What?" I stuttered and blinked pushing the threatening tears away. I wasn't about to cry was I? I've never heard him talk to me with such hatred. He scoffed and stood up, but before walking away he turned and spoke again.

"Just go home, D." he stated and walked away. I watched as his figure disappeared through the dancing bodies. I shouldn't let it bother me so much. But his words truly hurt. Is this what he thinks of me? That I'm a slut. How can he think something like this? I only came to this club because it was his sister's birthday, my friend's birthday.

A single tear slipped past my eye. Quickly whipping it away I looked around hoping no one saw it. Crying in the club, how pathetic is that? Luckily no one had seen me, hell I felt like I was invisible.

  Deciding to stay another half an hour was the worst idea I could've thought off. Pushing the half empty strawberry drink away, I called the barista over. "Ari, I think it's best I just leave!" I shouted since, the freaking DJ, had turned the volume up again. I could barely hear myself think, let alone talk. How did people even enjoy this?!

She laughed and shrugged, "whatever you say girl!" she replied back and started drying the glasses that she had just finished washing. "by the way, the drink is on the house!" she smiled making me frown.

"No way!" I called and grabbed my purse. As I pulled my wallet out her hand landed on top of mine. I looked at her and saw her pointing to my right. Looking at the direction I saw our boss, Pandeli shaking his head at me. I sighed and rolled my eyes, "Fine, fine!" I called turning towards her. "Thank you!" I thanked her and put my wallet back in my purse and closed the zipper. Just because I wasn't paying didn't mean it was an invitation for someone to steal my wallet.

"Don't thank me." She winked as I shook my head at her. For some absurd reason she thinks that Pandeli, my boss, who by the way is twice my age- has feelings for me. As if, have you seen me? I look like I had just raisin from the dead. My pale face, and my blue bags- that I covered with concealer- under my eyes were anything but attractive. "Also, you have to come tomorrow." She said making me nod.

"Of course, I'll see you tomorrow then!" I said as I stood up. She nodded and leaned over the bar as we gave each other a kiss on the cheek and bid good night's.

"Bye, love!" Pandeli called as I walked past his table. I smiled and nodded ignoring the other men that sat beside him, even though I could feel their eyes following me until I was out of the club.

As I walked out of the club, I inhaled the fresh air. Fisting my phone out of the pocket of my purse I started typing a message for Laura, letting her know that I was leaving since I had to get up early in the morning. I was sure she wouldn't mind, since she was way too busy having fun and celebrating her birthday.

  Forty minutes later, the taxi stopped in front of my apartment building, "That's sixteen euros, please." The driver stated making me nod. If I had stayed home I wouldn't have to pay this ridiculous expensive ride. It was ten minutes; drive and it costed half my pay from tomorrow.

Deciding to not be a cheap person and cause a drama, I pulled out a billet of twenty out of my wallet and handed it to him. He thanked me and returned me four euros. Getting out of the car, I thanked him one last time and bid a good night.

Pushing the key into the keyhole I turned it and pushed the door open, after making sure it closed behind me, I started climbing the stairs to the fourth floor.

I know we all need a family but moving out of my parents' house two years ago, has been the best decision I have made in my twenty-three-years of living. Coming back to the quietness of the apartment every day after a long and busy day of work felt like heaven.

Sometimes I felt lonely I admit it but honestly at one point of my life I had to move out either way. So, why not do it when I was alone and had a decent job?

  I always knew I wasn't the favorite child but when after four months of moving out and not even bothering to phone me and see if I was alive. I realized that my parents didn't even care about me. The only time they bothered to talk to me was when I picked up my brothers from school and hanged out with them.

Turning the lights on, I smiled when I saw the small room I called my living room. Being the one to always make decisions was awesome. Everything in the apartment looked perfect because I decorated it and there was no one who could tell me otherwise. It felt wonderful being independent.

It's been two years and I still don't regret moving out. Sure, there were days where I felt as if I wanted to kill myself because of how lonely I felt. But I finally felt like myself.

And don't even get me started on how happy I was. I walked towards my bedroom, the smile never leaving my face. Stripping out of my clothes, I left only my underwear on. I closed the curtains and got in bed, my eyes immediately closing as darkness surrounded me.