Everything and More

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 6

We pull up to big gates, blocking us from a long and windy driveway ahead. Affluent cars litter the lawn behind the iron gates. I didn't realise Max was this rich, I chance a glance at him and am surprised to find him wearing a murderous look across his face.

The gates suddenly open and we slowly drive forwards and up the path that's surrounded by trees. The driveway goes on for what feels like miles as the car travels on the small path through thick bushes and trees, until there's a clearing in the greenery and a grand mansion comes into view, as well as the hundreds of people that accompany the house. They cover the entrance and lawns, swaying and jumping to the rhythm of the music as it vibrates through the air from a mile away.

Damn this is one welcome party but I get the feeling it isn't meant for me and with the way Max is seething next to me, not to mention how he nearly rips the car door off as he jumps out and heads straight for the crowd, disappearing in the masses of people.

I stay still, unsure what to do. Should I get out and follow him? I don't really want to because the crowd of raging teens scares the shit out of me. I don't like being alone in big crowds, it may sound weird but I need someone to shield me from the stares I get. In summary I hate what I'm about to do but the awkward tension hanging in the air as the driver gives me questioning looks in the rear view mirror, pushes me to get out of this metal box.

"Are you ok mam?"

"Yeah," I take another look out the window at the crazy world outside. Max hasn't come back in ten minutes so it seems I'm going to have to woman up.

Jumping out of the car, I slowly wander towards the house, squeezing through the sweat and alcohol ridden people surrounding my personal space. My gaze lifts to the house that dwarfs anyone in its vicinity, it has to be at least four stories high. It's only now that I notice how it almost looks like Tom Buchanan's house from The Great Gatsby, tall cream pillars line the front of the light coloured exterior. All this place needs is some 20's music and girls in flapper dresses instead of booty shorts and crop tops, and I would have thought I'd time traveled.

It's impossible to gain any ground, the crowd's too thick to push through and I can barely move as bodies flow around me to the music, pushing me further into the centre of the dance floor. I'm too distracted by my end goal of getting inside the house that I don't have any time to react, when a hand creeps around my waist and I'm all of a sudden pulled back into a warm body, feeling something hard digging into my back.

"Where are you goin baby?" A deep voice growls into my ear, short puffs of air tickle my neck. I can smell the liquor on his breath and nearly gag. Swiftly I turn, looking up at the drunk guy touching me but when I see him I fall still. He's gorgeous, in the all American golden boy kinda way. He has hair that's golder than the sun and sweeps over his ocean blue eyes, I could look into them all day, they're so dreamy. He must be at least six foot three of towering muscle that dwarfs over my mere five foot five petite frame, as he grounds into me.

His fingers tighten around my waist, trailing his fingers down over the curve of my butt. Goosebumps trail over the surface of my skin, I feel butterflies erupt in my stomach and a delicious heat burns through my body as he traces a path with languid uninhibited strokes.

His head lowers closer to me as he brings his lips millimetres from mine. He looks straight into my eyes and says, "You want this don't you?" His strong hand encases mine, lowering it over the hard bulge in his pants. I should stop this before it gets too far but this is the first time I've felt good in weeks.

I've never been this way, never been touched, but it doesn't seem to stop me from leaning into a stranger's touch. Barriers are being pushed, crossed and even as I think about how wrong this is, I let it happen and a part of me feels disgusted and completely and utterly confused at the way I so easily give in.