Amber skidded backwards and quickly climbed to her feet. The haziness surrounding her mind intensified and she fell back down on the floor, leaning against the wall. She could hear the voices of Derrick and the man who saved her but it sounded garbled in her ears. She couldn't make out the words.
Derrick glared at the intruder, pissed off as hell at the interruption.
"Who do you think you are dude?",he snapped at Draco brandishing his fist for a fight.
Draco stared at him like he would a dying dog. This hormone crazed teenager didn't know whom he was dealing with.
Slowly he stepped into the light and Derrick's face lost all its colour. He took a step back, utterly shocked at who he was seeing.
"Master Birmingham",he gushed and quickly went on his knees. "Please forgive me. I had no idea it was you"
Draco glared at the boy with a mixture of rage and contempt. He was sure this wasn't the first time. Who knew how many other innocent girls he had deflowered here? Scum like this didn't deserve to be allowed into his Casino.
He brought out a sleek iphone from his pocket and clicked an icon on the screen.
A few seconds later, three fearsome bouncers barged into the restroom. Without being told what to do, they grabbed Derrick and waited for orders.
"Let this be the last time this scum shows his face in here",Draco uttered frostily. He didn't even spare Derrick another glance as the bouncers dragged him out of the restroom.
Amber was still seated where she collapsed and as Draco squatted in front of her, she smiled tipsily.
"You saved me",she mumbled groggily. The alcohol was finally taking a hold of her.
Draco chuckled at her weird behavior. He could smell the tequila in her breath and he knew she must have taken more than a dozen shots. Strangely enough, he didn't feel repulsed by her. Drunk women always disgusted him, but this one... she intrigued him.
"Why did you follow him here?",he asked, watching as she struggled to keep her eyes open. "Even a fool will know what he planned to do"
"He was so cute",Amber drawled. "And this is my first time in a club. How... was I to know what he planned?"
Draco stared at her silently. This was her first time in a club? No wonder she was so naive. She had no clue what would happen, dressed like that with a body that would turn any man insane.
"Take me with you",Amber murmured with her eyes half opened.
Draco frowned at her and drew back.
"I think I've had enough crazy fun for tonight", she continued sleepily.
For a long time, they stared at each other. Emerald eyes looking cloudy with intoxication, icy blue eyes burning with need and intensity. At that moment, it was like time stopped for both of them.
Without another word, Draco moved closer and lifted her into his arms. Her head rested cozily on his shoulders while her right hand clutched the lapel of his tux.
A soft sound escaped her lips and Draco felt his eyes flicker again. He shut it quickly so she wouldn't see how black they were. She smelled so sweet, like wild flowers. And with her curves in all the right places, he felt his libido roar to life.
Muttering a curse, he turned abruptly and marched out of the restroom.
Two of his bodyguards saw him approaching with a girl in his arms and they quickly walked up to him.
Draco walked through the dancefloor with Amber in his arms, not even caring about the surprised looks he got from the crowd around him. The women and young girls who saw him holding a girl so close to him seethed with jealousy, wondering who the girl was. No one had ever been that close to Draco.
"Master Draco is she hurt?", Lionel, one of his trusted bodyguards asked worriedly.
"She's not",Draco answered curtly and said nothing more.
"Let me take her then",Lionel offered and his hand reached out and touched Amber's exposed thigh.
Draco's eyes bled black and he snarled at the other man. Below his lips, the sharp tips of two white fangs were visible. Red veins appeared beneath his eyes as he held Amber away from the bodyguard.
"Don't touch her",he said in an eerie calm voice.
Lionel raised his hands and backed away slowly.
Draco watched him for a while. Then he turned and continued up the stairs that led to the luxurious penthouse on the roof, his private suite.
Lionel was left looking bewildered. He turned and stared at the others standing behind him.
"I've never seen the master look so protective of a woman",DiCaprio uttered, clearly in shock as the rest of them.
Their gazes followed Draco up the stairs until he disappeared through the doors.
...
By the time Draco stepped into his exquisite private suite, his rage had resided and his eyes were back to a calm blue. He gently placed Amber on the large bed and stood back staring at her.
The suite was elegantly decorated. It was just like a mini hotel room, with its own toilet and bathroom. There was also a mini bar at the corner of the room, holding a shelf of the most expensive liquors and spirits.
Turning his back on Amber for a while, he walked to the mini bar and poured himself a shot of whiskey. He slowly turned around and his gaze rested on Amber who was already asleep.
He only brought women from the club up here to satisfy his sexual urges. Now looking at Amber as she slept innocently on the bed, he couldn't do what he planned on doing. All the lust he felt a moment ago oozed out of his body.
If he took the liberty of making love to her while she wasn't aware, then there would be no difference between him and the bastard that tried to rape her earlier.
Her body still called to him and he still itched to trail his hands all over her curves, feeling it as it pressed against him.
With an oath, he turned abruptly and walked outside the room. The evening breeze was cool against his body. Standing at the edge of the building, beside an enormous neon board the spelled Club Casino, he looked into the distance and suddenly felt melancholic.
He had been alone for years, so many years that he lost count. This had to be the seven hundredth year of his existence, and the loneliness was getting to him gradually.
He thought being alone would be the solution to his problem. He was rich, he had everything he needed. He could get any woman he desired.
But after he encountered the woman on his bed, he was brought back to reality.
He was really alone. The curse of that damned witch hundreds of years ago was still following him.
But now, could it be that this woman he saw at the club would be the one to change it? Could she lift the curse on him? Or was she being used by his enemies to bring him down?
He crushed the glass of whiskey in his hands. The glass shards tore his palm brutally and dark blood spilled out. In a matter of seconds, the wound healed up completely.
The strange girl's appearance in his club wasn't mere coincidence. Something was behind it.
And until he found out what it was, he would stay away from her.