I could feel the adrenaline pump through me as the whole place buzzed with loud music. There were hyper people everywhere. Not long ago we had arrived; me, Anya, Celia, Belle and Gia. They left me at some point, and I was yet to take my first sip of alcohol despite sitting at the bar. It was my first time in a bar, my first time in a room with so many people, and yes I was freaking out.
"Chill. You look like you're going to faint. Do not faint on me princess." Tristan placed his hand atop my fidgeting hands which were on the counter, and I turned to look at him.
Yes, he was here too. He was the one that carried us in his car. When I saw that he was going to be our driver, going to the club didn't seem so appealing anymore.
"If you keep looking at me like that, I'll think that you want me to kiss you." He smirked. I removed my hands from underneath his and placed them on my thighs and I looked away. My eyes landed on the bartender, and I said
"Two shots of whiskey."
"She meant a glass of piña colada." Tristan imputed.
"What?" I turned to glare at him.
"Get started on something sweet. You'll love it." He smiled. I didn't know what annoyed me most – his 'I know it all' smile or what?
When the bartender brought the drink, I hesitated, but once I took a sip, I turned to look at Tristan who was waiting to see my reaction. I didn't give him one though, I just continued drinking. That was my reaction, it was sweet. In no time, I had finished the drink.
"Get me another." I said to the bartender once he had finished answering to someone.
"Now, careful there, princess. It's sweet, but don't be fooled."
"Another." I repeated to the bartender, ignoring Tristan's words.
I came to live anyway.
I had gotten in a few cups and was already feeling light headed. I knew I was drunk already.
The girls were still nowhere to be found. I knew that they left me alone with Tristan intentionally. He was a fine guy, but he wasn't my type. I preferred hotter guys with raven hair and a scar on their face. I just described someone, didn't I? I wasn't over him yet.
That feeling suddenly came over me, and the hair on the back of my neck stood. I looked around, trying to see if I would see him through my droopy vision. Tristan's constant talking was in the background.
I stood slowly to my feet, ignoring Tristan's question of where I was going.
I almost fell, but he held me before I could, but I shook him off and staggered wherever my legs led me. They were leading me somewhere. Outside.
I managed to push through the crowd until I finally got out of the club. The fresh air hit my face as I walked further away from the club and to where my legs were leading me. I almost fell, but an arm wrapped around my waist, breaking my fall.
I didn't need to look to know who it was. That feeling, and the strange but intoxicating smell of his cologne invading my nostrils said it all.
"You." I stared through my dropping vision at his face once he lifted me into his strong arms bridal style.
"You're drunk." He stated the obvious. He didn't sound or look happy about it.
"Obviously."
My stupid lips moved.
"Now, that's not how to be a good girl, Kitten."
"You are not a good boy either."
God, I loved being drunk, it gave me the courage I needed.
He scoffed at my words as he took me to God knows where.
I didn't care actually. I wanted to remain in his arms forever.
"Can you carry me like this forever?"
"Would love to Kitten, but there are a lot of things we have to do, like give you a bath. I can perceive another man's scent on you, and my wolf and demon don't like it, neither do I. Now sleep." My eyes suddenly became too heavy to keep open, and I gave in to the darkness.
***
Waking up was hell, it felt like I had been run over by a truck. My head banged uncontrollably, and I couldn't control the small moan of pain that left between my dried lips as my hands reached up to massage my temples.
Slowly, I squinted my eyes open. For a moment my vision was blurry, but then when it cleared, I almost jumped out of my skin. My eyes widened like saucers at the sight of the person peering down at me and I forcefully jerked up to a sitting position in surprise and fright only to hit my head against his.
The headache double three folds and I groaned out in pain as I massaged my head. That was the least of my problems though, why he was peering down at me as I slept and what he was doing in my room was more my problem. Wait, what room was this? I blinked rapidly as my eyes took in my environment, and I swallowed slowly.
Where was I? Di-did he-he kidnap me?
"Who are you and what am I doing here? Are you a kidnaper? What do you want, uh?" I asked simultaneously pushing myself across the bed and further away from him. It was him, the guy I met at the airport, the cute one with the scar on his face which made him look rugged despite being cute. He was the one I couldn't stop thinking about for the past weeks since I first saw him.
Those eyes, his eyes, they stared at me with that same unrecognizable glint in them. It felt like I was a fascinating work of art and he was a lover of art who couldn't seem to take his eye off the beautiful piece.
"Money?" I asked and his brows furrowed in a frown.
"I'll give you whatever you want, but please, don't hurt me, just let me go." I pleaded. The feeling of the devil lurking around me intensified, and it made me all the more scared. Why did it feel like the devil was with me whenever he was around? Could he be the devil? The devil wasn't supposed to be so hot, right?
He cocked his head to the side as though he could not understand me while I shivered in fear.
"I don't want your money." He spoke for the first time, and I felt something stir within me. His voice took my breathe away, but I couldn't rule out the possibility that he could be a pervert with the way he was staring so lustfully at my body. I had on a thin handless black dress that reached just about my thighs. My back was exposed too but thankfully he didn't see that. How much did he see when I was asleep. How did I manage to be here? I could feel goosebumps form on my skin at his stare, and I grabbed a hand full of the bedsheet and pulled it up to cover me.
"Not that, please." I pleaded.
"I could try to give you anything, but not my body." I swallowed up pushing the sheets closer to myself like it could protect me if he tried to touch me.
He sat slowly on the bed with his eyes trained on me while I pushed further away from him. There was something in his stare which I couldn't quite pinpoint.
"But I want your body." He said, staring into my eyes with a very serious expression on his face. He had to be joking.
"Just let me go," I pleaded.
"How did I get here?"
It was more of a whispered question to myself. I obviously had been drunk because I couldn't remember shit and my head banged so badly. I was a fool to drink so stupidly especially when it was my first time.
"Just let me go."
I just wanted to leave. The feeling of being in the same room as the devil made me slightly uncomfortable. If I was about to go crazy, then I'd prefer to do that in the comfort and privacy of my room. I couldn't have him seeing me as a nut job like every other person back in Manhattan used to.
"You shouldn't dress so scantily if it isn't for me, Leticia."
I pulled the sheet closer to myself, tightening my fist.
Why would he say that? It wasn't like we knew eachother or like we were in a relationship.
He suddenly lifted his hand and brought it towards me, making me flinch. Was he going to touch me? I didn't know what to think. Was I overreacting? Didn't he kidnapped me and had just been nice enough to bring a drunk me to his house? Growing up, I hadn't been around people -friendly people to be precise. I didn't have friends. My dad had been my friend until he died, and my mom had no time for me even till now. I had always been on my own – I wasn't versatile with people's behavior, so I didn't know what to make of his. I was scared. Being in a strange room with a strange man who watched me sleep wasn't creepy at all. Why couldn't I remember anything? Could my slight amnesia be all just a result from drinking so recklessly, or something else had been done to my memory? What was I even saying?
His hand halted immediately I flinched.
"I wouldn't hurt you." Once he said that, he proceeded to push my hair out of my face while I sat stiffly, waiting for the unknown.