Elaine’s POV Riley and I approached the entrance to the party, her hand nestled securely in mine, I couldn't help but feel a surge of nervous energy coursing through me. The thumping bass of the music grew louder with each step, and the vibrant glow of neon lights spilled out from the open doorway, beckoning us inside.Riley's excitement was palpable, her steps quickening with anticipation as we neared the entrance. But for me, each passing moment only served to heighten my apprehension. Images from movies and cautionary tales of parties gone wrong flashed through my mind, filling me with a sense of unease.Despite my growing nerves, I couldn't bring myself to voice my concerns to Riley. Instead, I plastered on a smile and squeezed her hand reassuringly, trying to project an air of confidence that I didn't entirely feel.We tepped through the doorway and into the dimly lit interior of the party, the noise and chaos washed over us like a tidal wave. My heart raced in my chest as I to
Elaine’s POV Orlo and Riley were drawn to the dance floor by the pulsating beat of the music, their laughter and excitement mingling with the rhythm of the crowd, I couldn't help but feel a sense of relief wash over me.With their departure, the booth suddenly felt emptier, the absence of their lively presence leaving a void in the air. And as I glanced around the booth, my gaze fell upon Killian, who sat opposite me, his expression unreadable.For a moment, we sat in silence, the only sound the distant thump of the music and the murmur of voices from the surrounding crowd. It was a tense and uncomfortable silence, punctuated only by the occasional exchange of glances between us.But then, as if on cue, the other guy who had been sitting with us stood up, a half-naked girl draped over his arm as they made their way towards the dance floor. And just like that, Killian and I were left alone in the booth, the sudden shift in dynamics leaving an awkward tension hanging in the air.I coul
Elaine’s POV Riley's laughter and persistent pleas to join her on the dance floor finally broke through the fog of my thoughts. I watched her from the booth, her energy infectious as she moved to the beat, clearly having the time of her life. She waved at me, her eyes shining with excitement, and mouthed, "Come on, it's more fun out here!"Taking a deep breath, I set my drink down and stood up, feeling the world tilt slightly from the alcohol. I steadied myself, glancing at Killian one last time. He was still engrossed in his drink, ignoring me completely, which was a relief.Pushing my way through the throngs of partygoers, I made my way to the dance floor. The music grew louder, the bass thumping through my chest, and the lights flashed in dizzying patterns. Riley spotted me and her face lit up even more, if that was possible."Finally!" she exclaimed, grabbing my hand and pulling me into the crowd. "I knew you’d come. It's so much better out here!"Her enthusiasm was contagious,
Killian’s POV I sat in the VIP booth, nursing another drink, my eyes scanned the crowded dance floor. The pulsing lights and thumping bass created a disorienting atmosphere, but my gaze zeroed in on a familiar figure. Elaine. She was dancing with some guy I vaguely recognized from school.My grip tightened around the glass as I watched them. Elaine's movements were fluid, uninhibited, and completely wrapped up in the music and the stranger's touch. She giggled, her head thrown back in apparent enjoyment, her body grinding against his with an abandon that made my stomach churn.The guy's hands roamed freely over her, pulling her closer, his lips tracing the curve of her neck. I felt a surge of anger and disgust watching them, the way she melted into his touch, the way she seemed to lose herself in the moment. It was a stark reminder of the complex, conflicting feelings I had about her.Elaine's laughter cut through the noise, a bright, carefree sound that only fueled my irritation. H
Elaine’s POV I was in the bathroom, taking a moment to myself, when I heard the door creak open. Assuming it was another girl coming in to freshen up, I paid it no mind, continuing with my business. But as I glanced up, I froze.It wasn't a girl who had entered the bathroom—it was the guy I had been dancing with earlier. His silhouette was outlined by the soft glow of the lights, and as he stepped further into the room, his features became clearer.My heart skipped a beat as he approached, a cocky grin playing on his lips. "Hey there," he said, his voice low and husky. "Fancy seeing you here."I felt a surge of panic rise in my chest. What was he doing in the women's bathroom? And why did he seem so intent on continuing where we had left off on the dance floor?"I... I think you've got the wrong room," I stammered, my voice trembling slightly.But he just smirked, stepping closer until he was mere inches away. "Come on, sweetheart," he murmured, reaching out to brush a strand of hair
Elaine’s POV I stumbled through the noisy crowd, the music pounding in my ears as the room spun around me. The alcohol had gone straight to my head, leaving me unsteady on my feet and barely able to focus. My thoughts were a chaotic blur, and I couldn't even remember how many drinks I'd had.Suddenly, a strong hand gripped my arm, steadying me. I blinked and looked up to see Killian's concerned face, his eyes scanning me with a mixture of worry and frustration. He was saying something, but the words were lost in the haze. All I could do was nod dumbly, leaning into his solid presence.He guided me through the throngs of people, and I vaguely registered the angry glare of the guy he'd just pulled me away from. Killian's grip tightened, and I felt a sense of safety that cut through the drunken fog.When did I even lost him? We made our way upstairs, away from the deafening noise and the sea of bodies. He opened a door and led me into a quiet room, closing the door behind us. The sudde
Elaine’s POV A chill runs up my back, making me shiver. Without permission, Killian's free hand yanks my dress up, and then his warm hand lands on my stomach.My heart races when his hand starts making its way up my rib cage and to my bra. I swallow nervously, and my thighs tighten when he slides his hand under the material and up over my sensitive breasts. I should be embarrassed for two reasons. One, he’s a stranger, and two, my chest is wet from the alcohol spilled on it. But that’s not the case. As I lean my head back on his chest, a moan escapes my numb lips. I lick them just in case I’m drooling. I’ve imagined what it would feel like to be touched. To know what it’s like to be sexually wanted for so long. I wish I wasn’t so drunk, so I could really take it in.“I was watching you earlier,” Killian admits shamelessly into my ear. “Your little boyfriend is over you. Let me help you get over him.”The words send a jolt through me, making my heart pound even harder. His breath i
Elaine’s POV Stepping into me, Killian lifts his right hand and once again runs it down my face and neck, pausing on my pulse. It’s racing. My breathing is ragged. I feel like I might pass out soon. Dropping his hand, he walks behind me again, and I hear a drawer open and close. Then darkness covers my eyes.I lift my hands to remove it. “What…?”The material falls to my feet, and my arms are grabbed and yanked behind my back. Then I’m bent over the side of the bed. I’d scream, but my breath gets caught in my throat. He holds my wrists crossed with one hand while I hear the sound of metal before something cold is tightened around each wrist.Is this his fucking room? I’m sure we haven’t left the party house yet since the music is booming down below. Will Riley look for me? Shit shit shit. But I want this. So fucking much. I want to forget everything. “Stay,” he growls before I feel the loss of his body.I’m panting, my body shaking while I wait here like an obedient dog, pulling on