Deja-vu

 

CHAPTER FIVE

 

Eleanor’s pov

 

I stopped liking parties. I stopped liking alcohol too. Blasting music turned into poison and did raw hot buzz. Unlike many other teens, adults, and old people alike, music and alcohol stopped offering me solace. In truth, nothing has ever had since the past two years. For someone who stopped liking music, you would be wondering what I was doing at one of the wildest clubhouses in the pack all by myself with about four vodka glasses of my tequila shots and that too. Sarah left the country with her parents after the death of Alpha Donovan while Clara was away in Germany for studies.

 

Yes, the idea of a hot burning spirit in my mouth, throat, and stomach never appealed to me, but on this night, I hoped it would give me the peace I’ve always wished for. I hoped it would lessen the pain I carried around every day and everywhere in my heart for the last two years. I hoped it would help me tame my running mind but it didn’t. Just like every other night, I was a mess of myself as I sulked away in self-loathe and pity as I sashayed shamelessly as the sample of bad luck regalia.

 

Why was life so unfair?

 

“Two shots of margarita, Singapore sling, and bloody Mary…two shots for each” I howled at the bartender who stood behind the bar shelf brewing drinks for his other patrons. He looked at me as though I was out of my wits already. I opened my mouth to shoot him a remark but gulped down my saliva instead when he spoke.

“I think that’s enough.” He said, eyeing the empty shot glass on my front.

“I think that’s none of your business and for me to decide” I shot back at him.

“Aren’t you like sixteen or seventeen?”

I scoffed.

“Twenty… I’m twenty which means I’m old enough to make my decisions which include choosing what I want” I hissed then continued to sulk away in my misery. How did I end up being collateral for my father’s mistake? I had just finished dancing with emery but I didn’t know where she disappeared and now I wanted to go home because if my uncle or his wife found out I was gone, I would be a slice of dead meat.

 

Right at the exit, I felt a firm hand grip my waist and before I knew it, I was being slammed against a cold hard wall. Through the glimmers of the disco light that illuminated the environment, I caught sight of my attacker, Adrian! Flashes of what happened two years ago found their way freshly to my head which made me whimper. I hated how I wanted to forget about a certain green-eyed demon who thought it was cool to abandon me immediately after deflowering me. To think he didn’t even have the decency to try to reach out to me all this time. The shameful memory was still afresh in my head starting from how I got dressed and got ready for my birthday the moment when I woke up and didn’t see him on the bed the next morning and anywhere ever since.

The feel of Adrian’s palm cupping my squeezing my breast broke me out of my frenzy.

“Stop… let me go” I wriggled and punched him on his arm but it was like a pat on his shoulders. He was strong and hard as the Australian Buloke. Nothing even a slight effect of my punch to his shoulder did his body register. I tried to wriggle out of his grip but his hold was merciless. “Please let me go” I begged but the son of a bitch wouldn’t budge. A wind of a chance to hit him real hard, surfaced and I didn’t lose the chance of smacking him hard on his face. So hard, my palm tinged from the brunt of it. The gesture further infuriated him and instead of freeing me like I had thought, he smirked and began moving his hands all over me. “Stop…fucking let me go Adrian”

“Oh no, little angel… I won’t stop”

“She said to let her go, are you deaf?” a familiar manly voice said. I squinted my eyes to make out the familiar feature in the shadows but I couldn’t adequately pinpoint the person. Adrian huffed and that was all he took for the mystery man to send him writhing on the ground from his punch.

The scene was so familiar and I hated that I remembered how it had happened earlier and with whom it happened. I was lost in thought that I didn’t see the man standing directly in front of me until he asked “are you okay?”

Oh, fuck no! I could never at least not now, right in front of me was the man that I gave my body to but chose to chuck it off like a piece of sour meat. I searched but his face held no guilt, resentment, surprise, or regret. It was thought he had forgotten me. He looked almost the same only he had gotten a lot finer, classy and sexy, although his face was a mask of undiluted emotion.  His jaw was more firm and his sparky green irises held more darkness than before; it was unnerving. He looked and smelled rich. He liked ancient like sex, buzz, and earth. Just like two years ago, I wanted to get lost in his intoxicating smell. His fingers were long and rough and I couldn’t help but wonder if they still worked like before. Instinctively, my eyes darted to his third leg and I puffed out air. Damn! He was obviously bigger than before too. How many girls did he fucked after me? Could he still make me cum six times with his crotch and devilish tongue and fingers? 

He flicked his tongue over his lower lip before biting down on it. He seemed to recall too but why was he acting as though he didn’t recognize me? If he wanted to play, then he just won himself a partner. His eyes roamed my body like I was a piece of jewelry in the dealer’s store window display. He blew me up and soaked my labia with just a flick of his tongue. My cunt ached in remembrance of it on her and she let out thick whitish liquid droplets as tears of agony and demanded attention. It was really him. Only one man was capable of whoring me out with his fuck-me features

“I’m fine, Thanks for helping” I replied without breaking eye contact. I arched against the wall which made the neckline of my dress part and exposed my cleavage and breast. Why do I always find myself acting like a slut whenever this man was around?

“You need to be careful,” he said, looking at my breast. His eyes darkened. I’d thought he meant something else but I couldn’t be so sure.

 “And I usually am careful. I was just caught unawares” I bit down on my lips remembering the effect the act had on him. Hopefully, I wasn’t making a fool out of myself.

“Oh I see” he breathed hard, his breath hot on my exposed cleavage.

“I had the situation perfectly under control” I looked at him through my lashes before pushing my center to his. He tensed up.

“You did, I could see it” What’s your name?” he asked. I was really impressed. He remembered as much as I did. Maybe, maybe I wasn’t the only one that wanted a moment of relapse? I probably wasn’t the only one that had wet dreams about the magic we created with our bodies and the sweet symphony we made with our moans.

“Eleanor,” I answered breathlessly, “What’s yours?”

“Jett… Alpha Jett Donovan” I tensed the minute the name left his mouth. How did I forget he was now an alpha?

“Your eminence,” I said and bowed.

“Cut the crap” he hissed. “Do you mind dancing?”

“On the contrary, I was on my way home”

 “Then maybe I could give you a ride home” emphasis on the ride home. If he meant what I was thinking then feminism be damned!

Grimacing over the thick tension that was clouding the car’s atmosphere, I couldn’t but aggressively fiddle with my fingers which was my signature gesture when I was pissed. A tip of a nail broke out and I hissed. The sinful hot sex stuff close to me on the passenger’s side whimpered out but I didn’t catch on to his tale. 

We both knew the underlying truth beneath us and the way his irises dilated between regret, remorse, and fuck me, I was confused. I had lived two years regretting that one action of two years ago and the occurrences thereafter. The reason I was in the car was sculptured in bold plain letters in my head so why couldn’t I be logical about something as glare? A moment ago, I was certain I wanted his dick in my throat. The astronomical amount of alcohol in my veins was to be blamed for it, but now that I was sobered up, reality hit me even stronger than a brick. I wanted to fuck him so bad. I wanted to bask in that euphoric experience down memory lane. I wanted to have a taste of his flavors but I couldn’t after reality smeared its dirty shit on my face. I wasn’t the horny teenager of two years ago with bright colors and freedom. Now, I was an adult meant for the alpha alone.

I was Luca’s property.

“Stop the car” I hissed. Alpha Jett turned to look at me as though he was imagining things.

‘stop the fucking car” I howled this time.

“Why?”

I want to come out”

“It’s dangerous to be on this side of the city…alone by this hour of the night”

“It’s even more dangerous to be spotted with you! I said stop the fucking car”

The realization of my words smacked us both but Jett appeared to be more stricken.

“What do you mean?”

“It’s none of your business. Just please, please stop the car” I pled almost on the verge of tears. I couldn’t let him see me cry. “Please, let me out” my voice came out quirkier than I wanted it to 

“Hell no!” he retorted