Ethan
I don't care what she does or how she lets another man touch her: I wouldn't mind seeing her in trouble right now, trying to escape from the arms of the man is in front of her.
I light a cigarette, wrapping it between my lips to suck in the smell of the smoke, tilting my head carelessly and without letting myself be carried away by my impulses.
I raise an eyebrow when Valerie takes a step back, as he quickly grabs her by the forearm, moving sideways and giving me the opportunity to see who she is, but as soon as my eyes land on his shitty face, I open my eyes wide and close them immediately afterwards, hoping that it is the fruit of my imagination.
Jack !!
Valerie is dating a fucking coke addict, dressed as a whore!
I pull a hand through my hair with a scornful grimace on my face, then pull my locks back as that alcoholic advances his dirty lips to my woman's, forcing her to step back again.
My chest starts to go up and down, continuing to try to convince myself that Jack won't do anything to her, but even if he does it won't change anything.
I don't give a fuck if he fucks her in the middle of the street , but I don't understand why, while in my head I repeat myself to hate her and leave her with Jack, I find myself outside from my car, slamming the door behind me and starting to walk in their direction with the blood boiling in my veins, while the muscles in my arms are so contracted that I can't wait to unload the force on Jack's face, forgetting the fact that he is Ian's cousin.
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Valerie
"Don't be shy!" - he complains, taking a step in my direction with the same creepy smile he hasn't taken off since he saw me.
The way I dressed had the opposite effect on him, and instead of making him feel bad about how much he hurt me, it excited him to the point of looking at me this way.
I begin to think about slapping him at the exact moment he takes another slow step in my direction, forcing me to back up again, but this time I only notice the presence of someone behind me when my back sticks to the solid chest of the man who now sighs on my bare shoulder, but his irregular breathing and the scent that suddenly fills my nostrils makes my eyes widen, while Jack in front of me rolls his eyes in annoyance:
"Bro, don't disturb." - Jack's gentle and derisive tone disturbs me, but I am so distracted that I can no longer pay attention to what he says.
I jump when Ethan places his giant hand at my shoulder, on the bare skin between my collarbones.
"Move." - his hoarse tone echoes in my head, while his words are so intense and authoritative that a trail of chills runs down my back in contact with his abdominals.
"Maybe you didn't understand me." - Jack has the courage to argue, but without looking at Ethan. His eyes are fixed on mine, but his smile is finally gone, as the raised eyebrow challenges me to react.
His is a way of telling me to please him and I can do nothing but obey him, with a feeling of nausea that remains on my stomach as I move away from the heat emanating from his chest to take a step towards Jack, pretending an annoyed expression for the presence of the man behind me.
I really don't like his authoritative tone and I don't understand what he's doing here, so I cross my arms to my chest as soon as I am next to Jack, finding the courage to look Ethan in the eye to see that he seems quite pissed off by my attitude.
"Why are you here?" - I raise my chin in his direction, urging him to speak, but his gaze remains fixed on that of the man beside me:
"She's not yours, Jack." - Ethan's voice makes me squint.
They know each other?
I should have guessed it from the way they look at each other, but I can't help but intervene without thinking twice, gripped by a strong feeling of contempt towards Ethan, even more than the hatred I feel for Jack right now.
"I'm his girlfriend, instead." - the words come out of my mouth without me noticing what I'm saying, holding back a smile when Ethan's neck muscles swell slightly, contracting, but I have to change my mind when I see him limiting himself to bully raise his eyebrows, as if he didn't care about what I just said, which prompts me to do what I never thought I would've done tonight and what I wanted to avoid, repenting of my gesture just when my lips are attached to Jack's.
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