His Prey

A sigh escapes my lips as I stare at my reflection in the mirror, a lot presently running through my mind.

My phone beeps again, and I know who it is. Kira!

We are outside waiting. Dress to kill, babes!

I roll my eyes at her words. The entire day at school, both she and Jane repeatedly reminded me of the birthday bash at Drey's. It was the first party of the semester, meaning it was not to be missed in Kira's words.

Left to me, I would stay home and watch my favorite show, Friends, all over again, but here I am, dressed in a short skirt, paired with my leather jacket and favorite boots.

For the first time in two years, I did my hair and makeup. Even Maggie, our housekeeper, applauded my looks for tonight. Father was not yet back from his trip so like him, leaving me all alone. This, I have suffered since that horrible incident.

Both girls love my look for the night, though Jane disapproves of the black stocking hose I wear to keep my legs from freezing. Tonight's weather is chilly.

"You still look cute, though," she says.

"We are so having so much fun tonight!" Kira squeals, hugging me tight.

Never have I seen teens so happy to party as they were. Yet, as we approach our destination, my mind drifts to one person.

Our encounter earlier at school left me wondering. He disappeared from sight after that field incident, even skipping lunch and class. I knew it was me. I could feel his disgust for me from miles away.

I learned from Jane that he was the football captain of the school's team and also the hottest boy at Blacks High. According to her, it has always been that way with him.

From every explanation, I realized the entire group grew up together here in this town, and Abaddon’s family owned half of it. Not only is he breathtaking, but also wealthy as fuck!

Reasons why girls flocked around him always. I also heard the gossip that he hooked up with three sisters in one night, leading to a serious fight between them. Just how cruel could he be to do that to a family?

Jane's voice hauls me out of my thoughts. We’ve arrived. The mansion is huge and beautiful. They all seemed rich in this town.

Music blasts my ears the moment we step in. The entire school must be in attendance with the crowd in here.

The girls pull me through the crowd until we arrive out back and into a room where the group is settled.

With the look on their faces, one could tell they were already drunk. Everyone greets us warmly well, except for one person.

The scene I catch as I step in is a laughing Abaddon. It is a first for me, seeing him heartily expressing himself. Maybe it’s because of the weed. The joint in his hand must be the reason for his joy.

Surprisingly, it warms my heart to see him happy, well, not until he notices my presence. That joy disappears, replaced by disgust.

"Oh my, who is this beauty?" Wesley slurs, diverting everyone's attention toward me as we find ourselves empty seats.

"You look amazing, Aurelia," Drey says with sincerity in his eyes.

"Thank you," I murmur with a warm smile, but it fades when he meets my gaze again.

Gods, the anger in his eyes makes my toes curl in anxiety. A snort escapes his lips before he grabs a beer, gulping it down in one go.

Unlike other gatherings, Laurene is not with him tonight. She sits further away. This time, a new girl is beside him, constantly touching him to showcase that she will share his bed tonight like it is something to be proud of.

Well, for these girls, it is a privilege to spend only a night in his bed.

For the rest of the night, we end up sparing glances at each other, with him constantly cursing under his breath.

I should not have agreed to come.

I want to go home already.

"Let's play a game, guys," Wesley speaks up, gaining our attention.

"Never Have I Ever."

Wesley carefully states the rules of the game, which everyone agrees to.

Well, I don’t like this at all. I make an effort to bypass it, not to play, yet it is futile.

"If she's too shy to play, then why come?" Abaddon’s voice is filled with hate, laced at me.

"I'll play," I retort.

This time, we share a hard glance before a smirk replaces his hard expression.

What on earth is this man’s problem?

With everyone seated in a circle, Wesley places an empty bottle and spins it.

It lands on Laurene, and she quickly begins.

"Never have I ever had a threesome," she squeals, and everyone, except Kira and me drinks.

Yes, he drinks, making me wonder how many times he’s done it.

I know he is watching me, his strong aura suffocating me.

Laurene even rolls her eyes at Kira and me for not drinking. She spins this time, and it lands on Drey.

"Never have I ever had sex!" he yells, causing everyone to laugh.

I watch closely as each and every one takes a cup including Kira, except me.

"Where's your drink, new girl?" Laurene questions almost immediately, diverting their attention to me.

Before I can speak, she spits mockingly, "Oh, don't tell us you're still a virgin. Or are you?"

Her voice trails.

The silence that follows her comment licks up my skin, making me tremble.

I stare ahead, and our eyes meet again.

Almost like he can’t wait to hear my answer.

"Surely you've had sex, right, Aurelia?" Drey tries to confirm this time, due to my silence.

We sit close to each other.

"I know it sounds surprising, but no, I haven't done it," I admit.

His jaw tightens as though he is pissed.

The look on his face makes me tremble.

Abaddon can barely even look at me.

Before I know it, hands hold my head, pulling me in. Immediately, someone claims my lips.

"Drey! What the fuck?" I yell as I push him away.

The fucker just stole my first kiss.

"I'm sorry! I didn't think straight."

"A virgin in this century? I doubt that. I bet you're only pretending to feign innocence. A virgin dressed as a whore!" Laurene yells.

"Shut up, Ren!" Kira roars at her.

My eyes turn glossy at this point.

I realize, in the heat of wanting to make friends, I’ve mingled with the wrong ones.

This wasn’t me.

I'm never this girl who tries to fit in. Who dresses this way. Who puts on makeup for a party.

I should have stayed home to watch Friends.

Immediately, I'm up, weaving through the crowd with blurred vision until I find myself inside a quiet room upstairs.

I need time to breathe. To think.

For a while, I sit there alone.

Until the door creaks open.

Without turning around to confirm, I say,

"It's alright, Kira. I'm fine. Please go back to the party."

"Funny how you believe my sister cares too much for you."

A male voice echoes.

Instantly, I veer around to see Kiwor standing by the entrance.

In seconds, I’m on my feet.

My heart skips as his dark figure strolls into the room.

He merely stares at me without saying a word.

Kiwor, on the other hand, moves to the bed.

Both men have a sinful look on their faces.

"I'm leaving," I whisper, yet his large body blocks the door.

"Not so fast..."

His voice is rough and cold.

I turn to face Kiwor with pleading eyes, scared of their next actions.

"She thinks you can save her. Can you, Kiwor?"

"I'm afraid not."

The look in Abaddon’s eyes is harsh, like a primal animal waiting to attack its prey.

And with the looks of it, I might be his prey.