Mine

I walk into a restaurant for my one-year anniversary dinner with my boyfriend. I think he is going to propose to me.

I put on my best dress and fix my hair up. I even put some makeup on.

I get inside and tell the host his name.

“Right this way,” he says and leads me to a table.

I see him sitting down, with another woman?

Not his mom. She isn’t with us.

“John…” I say as I approach them.

“Ivy, you’re here. There is something you need to know,” he says, standing.

Then the female stands, turns, and faces me.

Sophie?

My best friend.

“What is going on?” I ask.

Maybe it is a surprise.

“Let’s break up. Sophie and I are in love,” he says.

What?

His words echo in my head.

Sophie wraps her arm around him.

“Low-class vampires like you don’t deserve John. I am looking out for you, Ivy,” Sophie says.

“Is… this a joke?” I ask, blinking.

No, no, this has to be some kind of prank.

We… we… we planned our future. We have a scrapbook, for fuck’s sake.

“We are over. I will be moving my stuff out tomorrow,” John says.

“Wait… no… stop… why?” I ask.

“You are too stuck up. You want me to wait until marriage to have some sex? What year is this? Sophie gave me some the second I asked,” John says.

“That’s not something to be proud about, Sophie,” I say.

“Mind your business,” she snaps, then grabs a glass and splashes the liquid on me.

It’s blood.

“You should be grateful to have such an expensive drink on you…. Lick it up,” Sophie says.

I shake my head.

“John… You said you would wait. That you were okay with it,” I say, tears starting to stream down my face.

“I was until I wasn’t,” he says and looks to the side.

“Maybe next time you meet a guy, try fucking him first,” Sophie says.

I look down at the ground.

“F… fine… the next person I see, I will have sex with,” I say.

Sophie laughs.

“Yeah, sure,” she says.

“Oh, someone is walking in right now,” she says.

I close my eyes and turn. Then…

Bonk.

I run into a hard surface.

I stumble back but am caught before I hit the floor.

“You okay, little lady?” a deep voice says to me.

I look up and see sky-blue eyes.

Dark hair for days…

I open my mouth to say something.

“Congratulations, you caught a virgin,” Sophie says.

I stand and turn to look at her.

She raises an eyebrow.

John looks at his phone.

Really? He is that unbothered.

I turn to the man.

“Are you seeing anyone?” I ask with a shaky voice.

He slowly shakes his head.

“I… uh… um…” I start to stutter.

I clench my fist.

“Sleep with me,” I say.

Then I shut my eyes, ready for the instant rejection, because there is no way this hot-rod guy is going to agree.

“What exactly is going on here?” he asks.

I open my eyes.

“I…” I start to say.

“Your fancy little dress is covered in blood, the guy seems to be avoiding eye contact, and this woman… I see.” The man deduces and looks at John.

“Is she your friend?” he asks.

“As of now, no,” I say in a soft voice.

“Aww, Ivy, don’t be such a loser. I never thought of you as my friend. Just a rung on a ladder,” she says, flipping her hair back.

“Mmm, and he is?” the man asks.

“My ex… as of ten minutes ago,” I say.

“What a downgrade,” he says.

“And what? You said you would sleep with whoever walked in?”

He shakes his jacket off and puts it on me.

It smells of cologne.

“You gonna fuck her? She is a virgin,” John asks.

“I’ve gathered that she is a virgin. Your name is Ivy?” he asks.

I nod.

“Please… sleep with me,” I say, tears streaming down my face.

“Sure,” he says.

He puts an arm around me, and we walk out.

“I bet she’s gonna bail at the last second,” I hear Sophie say before we exit the restaurant.

He leads me to his car.

I sit down, and he buckles me in.

The door closes, and he gets in the driver’s side.

“My name is…” he starts to say, but I shake my head.

“I don’t need to know your name. I just need your… body,” I say.

“Okay,” he says.

He starts the car. I assume he is going to a hotel.

He does not.

He pulls up in what seems to be a house.

I unbuckle the seat belt and step out.

I clench my bag.

He walks ahead of me to the door.

He inserts a key and unlocks it.

After we step in, the lights turn on.

“My room is at the top floor. Remove your clothes. I will wash them for you,” he says, holding his hand out.

He wants me to get naked here?

“Now?” I ask.

He nods.

“The washer is down here,” he says.

I slowly take his jacket off, then set down my bag.

I take a deep breath before removing my dress.

“All of it,” he says, taking the bloody dress from me.

I remove my clothes and walk upstairs.

“The shower is in my room,” he says.

I nod.

I lock the bathroom door and shower.

Sophie, I can’t believe you.

John… we had everything planned, and you…

The water clears as the red goes down the drain.

I finish showering and washing my hair.

There is a towel and a robe. It has D.B. on it.

I exit the bathroom, and Dante is sitting on the bed.

Naked.

My face heats up.

He is extremely muscular.

His abs have abs.

His…

Why is he hard?

“Stop staring,” he says.

“I…” I say, but he beckons me to him.

I walk over to him.

“Lay down.”

I lay down on the bed.

“Uh… do you have… condoms?” I ask.

He nods.

“Can you turn the lights off?” I ask.

He reaches above me and hits a switch.

It’s dark.

I am about to lose my virginity to a random man.

I feel his breath on me.

His lips kiss my neck. His mouth moves down to my breast.

He sucks and licks each nipple.

My breathing picks up.

My heart is thumping hard.

His mouth reaches between my legs.

He groans as he licks me hungrily.

I instinctively grip his hair.

“Oh…” I say.

He stops after a few moments.

He grabs something shiny from under the pillow. He uses his mouth to rip it open.

The condom.

He puts it on and positions himself.

He doesn’t ask me if I am sure. He doesn’t tell me it will hurt.

I am sure, and I know it will.

He pushes in slowly until he breaks through.

I breathe out in pain.

I feel like my insides are being stretched out.

He grips my waist and pushes until he is all the way in.

“Tight…” he groans.

He stills for a moment before he moves.

The man pins my hands above my head.

He looks into my eyes.

The light of the moon shines through the window.

“Don’t cry, enjoy it,” he says.

He wipes a tear from my eye.

He thrusts harder and faster.

My body heats up.

My core clenches.

The man leans in, licking my neck.

“The price for your virginity… Ivy,” he says before biting down on my neck.

I scream out in pain and pleasure.

The man stills, his member pulsing rapidly inside of me.

He groans and swallows my blood.

The stimulation is too much.

I pass out.