Chapter 2: Elowyn

Flashback 

5 months ago

The blank inky sky dripped on my subconscious. I can see the stubborn city lights from the glass window of Myra's penthouse.

The blast of music rang on my ears as sweat coated my palm. Nervous plus anxiety kept me awake and kicking while most of the guests were now wasted and sleeping everywhere even the bathroom didn't survive the apocalypse. 

This is my first time attending a party and my first time to ever drink an alcohol beverage. Tastes bad compared to ice tea. It has a weird slice of bitterness that tastes like bitter gourd. Ergh I can puke this out even if it doesn't reach my throat. 

"C'mon Winnie it's my birthday!" Myra had been asking me to party with them rather than sulk in the corner. Pretty pathetic for my side. 

Party means dancing and being wasted until the next day Advil won't aid the migraine, headaches and of course puking, I hate that part. It's like I'm pinching out my internal organs.  

Myra invited most of her socialite circle and they've been eyeing me like a total bed bug that's been lost and was found in their Gucci couch. They only see me as a disgusting dirt bug. How I wish I can tweak them with an evil smile plastered on my face. 

"Alright but promise me you'll be at my side okay." I raised my hand to surrender. 

She pulled me to the dance floor. And we started to drink, dance and laugh at our stupid choreography. 

Katy Perry’s I Kissed a Girl blared through the speakers, as the bodies on the dance floor moved together, limbs jiving, hips rolling, lips touching. 

I lifted the heavy strands and looked up.

Blue.

My breath slowed, and so did my movements.

I held his gaze as he stood next to a man in the bar. 

I gulped my dry saliva and wet my lips. 

He wore a dashing suit that hid the puff of his muscles underneath. His blue eyes still in tacked wandering on my body viciously. 

The roll of my hips, the glide of my hands in my hair—they moved to a different rhythm than the beat. Slower. Sexier. Like a caress of silk sheets against naked skin. Holding his stare, I lip-synced a line of the song. The words poured from my red-painted mouth, sensual exhales between parted lips.

His eyes darkened.

I can feel the rush of hot blood on my body. 

He is so handsome and hot I can feel my hormones kicking up. 

He laughed at what his friend said while still looking at me. His dimples pops up that adds up to his charm. 

The blood in my veins heated. My nipples tightened. Sweat glistened like drops of oil on my skin, tickling as it ran between my breasts.

I winked at him and blew him a kiss.

I turned my back on him to face Myra. And Oh God she is wasted. Her face is red while drooling and still drinking the whiskey on the bottle while crazily dancing and dry humping on a guy. 

"Myra I'm going to wash off before I get stuck with my sweat." She only laughed while motioning her hands that seemed to say "go ahead". 

With shaky legs, I stumbled off the dance floor while banging my head in sync with the music like a crazy innocent party animal. 

I opened a random door to finally let my body rest for an hour. I need to sober up before I drive home or my mom will plot a dirty secret plan to kick me out and beg police officers to jail me. 

 A familiar build met my eyes. 

It's him.

I entered the room, closed the door, and leaned against it. His body tensed when he heard the soft click of the door.

"Oh it's you, the hot guy on the counter." My slurry voice reached him. Ghost smile appeared on his lips.

"You seemed interested, hmm?" 

Something dark moved through his eyes, but as soon as he leaned back against the glass it disappeared.

"Just want a taste Sir." My failing laugh sounded.

"Taste of what?" 

"Taste of you maybe?" 

I'm so drunk I don't know how to respond.

"Taste of my lips or my cock darling?" 

I swallowed and tried to keep my voice steady. 

"Both." 

I'm having different choices right now. Maybe I'm drunk and that pushed me off to play with fire. 

One choice clouded my mind. 

I turned and grabbed the doorknob, but before I could get the door open all the way, his hand appeared above my head and slammed it shut. The echo sent a tremor through me.

His shoulders blocked out the light. His presence, heavy and palpable, skimmed down my spine. “You started this game,” he said, with the rough sound of anger. “Finish it.”

I couldn't think properly as he was cornering me. My back against him. A hard thing pressed against my small back.

"One night wouldn't be that bad right?" I asked him while his eyes wandered off on its own.

"Depends on my performance darling. If its bad for your liking then we can arrange another night for what suits you best." A smirk plastered on his face. 

I kissed my way up to the corner of his lips, and he finally turned his head and swallowed my sigh in his mouth. The kiss was wet and rough, maybe a little annoyed. My tongue slid against his, and a flame pulsed to life in my lower belly.

He nipped my bottom lip. “You're making me way too hot for this."

He grabbed the back of my neck, and then kissed me deep and slow. He kissed me until my heartbeat throbbed between my legs. A frenzy burned through my blood. I pressed my body to his, raked my blunt nails down his stomach and tugged at his belt buckle. He made a rough sound in his throat, but his lips began to slow against mine. When I realized he was pulling away, I moaned in frustration.

"And you don't even fucking know my name." He groaned. Before grabbing my hips, lifting me, and meeting my mouth with his. Finally, My legs wrapped around his waist and my hands were buried in his hair.

His hands wandered from my hips to the valley of my breast covered with only my padded dress.

He trailed his mouth down my neck, and I worked on his vest and shirt buttons. I wanted his skin against mine, something I’d only felt once, and something I ached for.

A moan escaped my mouth as he nipped the small part on my neck.

His hands gripped low on my ass, and I sighed when his fingers slid beneath my panties, brushing my clit and teasing my entrance.

“Fuck, you’re wet,” he groaned.

Our session ended when a loud knock hit the door. I bit my lip from frustration. 

"I left my purse in there!" Someone shouted something that sounded like Myra's voice. 

"Oh my God it's Myra I need to go." 

He released me. Disappointment lurks in his face. 

I managed to tug my dress in its appropriate place. 

I opened the door and I was right, it's Myra. 

Her eyes glued at me and the man behind me. Her wicked smile appeared like she was taunting me. 

"Oh your guys are here." 

"He is helping me with something." I coughed.

The man didn't say a word before heading out of the room.

I didn't even know his name.

"You're now into hot guys instead of nerds?" Myra laughed until her shoulders shaked. She slapped me in the butt before passing out. 

What a night. God how I wished that it ended smoothly. I tried to run and find the guy but before I could reach him he was already in his car and leaving the building.