The Whys (18+)

Warning: The content of this book is very graphic with violence, sexual/intimacy, and depressing scenes. Regarding the leads, it has an alpha, dominant male and an innocent, weak and naive female tandem. Do not read if you cannot stomach graphic violence and/or explicit intimacy.

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Ava

It was Saturday night and my sweet 17th Birthday. It wasn't even my idea of coming here since I was not really a party-girl. Well, because I can't even afford a drink but since Madeline insisted on celebrating my 17th in the nightclub, and told me that she will be the one paying for anything tonight, I gave in and let myself lose for a moment.

I felt an embarrassment or shame of feeling. It was my own birthday and I was the one being treated here. I was content on staying at home, but Madeline, my best friend was a hard-ass woman.

I held a glass of whiskey and didn't drink it yet because I wanted this to last the whole night, I don't want Madeline wasting a lot of money for me.

Watching the dance floor with a glowing red and green lights, that packed with people dancing and jumping to the DJ's wild throbbing music, I let myself enjoyed the night. After all, it was my birthday.

I was left alone and bored. Undoubtedly, of course, Madeline and her boyfriend was sure as hell making out inside the car. I smiled awkwardly alone. Even though I got used to it, as they always do that at Madeline's room...I wasn't a pervert, okay? It just sometimes I could hear the moaning loudly. So yeah, it made me awkward. I have never been in that situation, so hearing people doing the activity, my brain would immediately stop functioning.

I tried to pull out the thought from my brain and just observed the crowd before me. My eyes landed on a woman who was clinging flirtatiously onto a man's neck. She was beautiful with a blonde curl and thick lips. The man was handsome with deep red hair. His mouth pressed on her neck. His tongue... found its way to her collar bone, down her breast while his hands massaging it gently...

Oh, fuck! What the hell...?

I immediately tore my attention away from them. Oh God!! This night was full of eroticism. I gulped as I felt embarrassed for watching them.

Why do I find it necessary to feel embarrassed for watching? Clearly, they wanted to be watched, because if not, they'd probably just leave and find some private place to do their thing.

Checking my phone, I saw my mom's name — she texted me. 'Hey, sweetheart, happy birthday! I'm so sorry if mom can't even afford to buy you a cake. I promise to make it up to you. Maybe next week. I love you so much, my beautiful female.'

I smiled. I replied automatically, 'Mom please don't. I'm actually having a party with Madeline, I got a huge tip from my part job. I'll send you some tomorrow. Please take care. I love you too.' though the huge tip thing wasn't really true, I just don't want her to worry about me.

I pocketed my phone and my eyes worked to look for any sign of Madeline... but I instead found a swirling brown and cerulean orbs staring at me. Nickulas Alfronze, the most famous man on our University campus because his dad was the owner of the Alfronze Inc. the largest company and the richest.

Under his intense stare, I felt insanely alive. He had never noticed me before, I believe because I was so plain.

He made his way into my direction. Reaching to where I was. Once I saw the man standing towered over me, I froze and went speechless. My heartbeat sped and my body temperature plummeted.

As usual, he was incredibly beautiful with dark brown eyes, matching perfectly his dark black hair that slightly messy. I've never been 'face to face' with the famous bad boy Nick, as what everyone called him. Usually, I would just stare at his beauty from afar.

Every bit of him actually, from his body built to his facial features, was so flawless. I had to blink twice, to assure that he was really in front of me. He moved with self-assured as he neared me, tingles ran from my fingertips straight to my core. He whispered in my ear, his voice was husky and rough, thick with anticipation and aged with corrosive drug, and shit, I find it hot and pleasing to my ear, "Hey! Would you mind me sitting next to you? I'll buy you a drink, it seems that the whiskey isn't your taste."

I stared at him, my lips were parted as I contemplated his words. As soon as I realized what he had just said, I held the whiskey high and rushed, "No! No, I'm fine. I love whiskey, see?!" I drank the entire glass of whiskey and coughed repeatedly. Embarrassment flood through my nerves as he stared at me biting his lips. Clearly holding back his laughter. I groaned inside.

"Is that your first time?" his voice was deep in amusement. Avoiding his eyes as I immediately said, "Excuse me, I need to powder my nose." Actually, I needed some air.

In restroom huh? My inner thought snapped.

He burst out laughing and said, "You're a very formal, well mannered young lady. Tell me, do you want me to accompany you? The restroom's upstairs." He mocked.

"No need for that." I walked into the direction of the stairs that leads upstairs and made my way up to find the restroom. My God! What's happening to me? Why do I feel breathless in front of him?

Minutes passed and my body was trembling with nervousness. I was still stuck inside the restroom for about 10 minutes now—refusing to come out and face the famous Nickulas Alfonze. I just needed more time, for him to abandon the spot where I left him.

My chest suddenly heaved, as I thought about him leaving me. Wait, what the hell was I talking? I turned to focused on gazing intently at my reflection in the mirror and tried to calm my breathing. A sudden knock made me jump. "I'm almost done," I yelled out loudly.

Sighing out loud, I unlocked the door. My eyes widened as I saw the man I was enchanted by its manly beauty. He entered the restroom and grasped my hips, thrusting me backward. I heard him locked the door behind him. He pushed me forward and turned me around to face the mirror, "Do you like to watch me giving you pleasure, Ava?" I was shocked by how he knew my name.

And about the pleasure.

"How do you know my name?" I asked while panting.

Sensing my alarm breathing, he cooed, his voice was seductive and raspy, "Shh! Well, you see, Madeline told me that her little friend here is having her 17th birthday and asked me to accompany the birthday girl. But I have a different meaning of accompanying a woman, Ava." I panted softly at his words and blushed at how he was so close to me.

I smelt cigarette and alcohol as he breathed. There was no mistaking that he was drunk, but I didn't dare move. —What?

He started to lick my earlobe, I stiffened. He leaned down as he questioned, "Tell me, Ava. Are you a virgin?" My heart stopped. My mouth hanged open as I contemplated his words.

"I... I... I haven't," he cut me off and said, "You don't need to answer, I'll find that out myself."

"What??"

"Call me Nick, my name's Nick."

I panted, "Of course I know you. You are known at the campus," he smirked down and grasped my breasts. I gasped out loud.

"Shh! Be quite. Before others can hear you. You know despite the throbbing music, the voice of pleasure is more than enough to distract the mass of the drunken people."

I shut the hell up. I felt his hands reached to unzipped the back of my dress and revealed my breast for his own liking, to let him have a full view of my upper body. He grabbed my full round breast. "Nick, what the hell are you doing?" he didn't answer. His hands find its way to roamed and massaged my breast. I bit back a moan. My traitorous body whining and needing more as he teased my swollen and aching nipples.

His tongue expertly kissing my earlobe down my neck and shoulder as he grumbled, "You have beautiful tits, Ava. Fuck! Me!"

The contact shot fire through my veins. Instinctively, I arched my back, and couldn't hold it any longer, a moan escaped from my lips. His hands continued to roam my body until he reached my thighs, sliding down my now drenched panties. I was shocked at my reaction, I was actually wet for him. He touched the apex between my legs and he pushed in one finger gently and I gasped, "Oh!"

"Does it hurt you, Ava?" he asked, his voice filled with lust.

"Not really, no!" that was all I could say — and he pushed one more finger quickly and firmer.

"How about that?" I moaned as pleasure racked through my body. "Does this make you want me even more?" I cried out, "Y-yes!"

"Now, fuck my finger," he moved my hips to ground my body harder against his fingers. Crying out, "Oh, Nick!!! Yes!!! Yesss...!"

"Do you want me inside you, Ava?" the question me caused my eyes to snapped open. But I didn't say a word. And met his gaze at the mirror in front of me.

I heard him unzip his pants. And then felt a huge and thick resting on my folds—his cock. Suddenly he pushed into me slowly. I had actually let him.

The pain was biting and I bit my lips roughly, while I blinked the moisture from my eyes.

"Look at me!" he demanded. I complied, meeting his gaze at the mirror and realized I had wanted this—with him.

He held still, "I need you to relax." I relaxed my muscles down there and nodded. He pushed forward, and a gasp escaped from my lips. He kissed my neck and pleasure racked through me, harder. He pushed harder and faster until he was finally seated fully inside of me. Instinctively, I grasped his arms to hold him still and stopped him there. "Nick, it hurts." I choked out and a single tear fell from my eye.

"I know, I'm sorry. But baby, I need to thrust." I already accepted every inch of him, so I just bit my lower lip. He studied me, his eyes were silencing and demanding, so I didn't complain furthermore. He started to thrust slowly. Intense desire lit up his features, "Fucking tight!! Baby, I'm going to hurt you now. I'm going to hurt that tight little pussy now." And then without a second for me to consider, he thrust into me deep and fast. I moaned as pleasure corrupted my brain.

My body jerking back and forth with each impact. He brought his fingers down against my clit, rubbing as if teasing it while he pounded into me. The newfound tingling sensation I felt was overwhelming. So, this was how it feels—the climax. That was all it took. The last wave of pleasure hit me as I cried out in the fashion frantically, "There! Oh yes, Nick!!! Yes, yes!!! Ooh!!!"

And so he did too. I felt his cock twitching and his own release inside my pussy. Oh, Lord! That felt good. The veins in his neck pulled taut as he grunted, "Fuck!!! Your pussy!! You're Fucking hot!!!"

After we both regained our breathing, he was still holding my now limp and quivering body in his rock arms, he met my looking tired eyes at the mirror. I was somehow surprised by his soothing voice, "Can you support your own weight if I let you go?" I seemed to be upholding my own weight now, so I nodded. He gently pulled out and I hissed. I slowly spun to face him. He questioned, his voice was still surprisingly gentle, "Are you okay?"

"I'm a little sore but I'm fine."

He looked down at my legs and prideful smile form on his lips. That's when I noticed the blood in my thigh. My face flushed with embarrassment.

Tilting my chin to meet his softened features. "Let me make you feel better." Immediately, I shook my head slightly. Sudden awkwardness flooded my system, still flushed—ashamed. "No, it's fine."

He shook his head and insisted, "No! Let me." He reached his hand into his pocket and produced a handkerchief. He dragged it down between my legs and started to wipe the blood. After he was done, he zipped the back of my dress and slides up my panties.

Before he could open his mouth again to speak, a sudden ringing of his phone interrupted us, without hesitation he reached from his pocket and answered the phone while zipping his pants.

I can hear the voice of a man but the word was not clear. Nick frowned and anger flooded his features and barked, "Fucking shit!!! I'm coming over. Text me the location."

After hanging up his phone. He spoke, his voice was deep with urgency, "I need to go. Apparently, I can't drive you home. Will you be okay?"

"Yes. It seems to be an emergency. Go," I said, encouraging him that I was indeed fine.

He studied me for a moment and nodded, "I'll see you at school." I just stared at him, understanding every word coming from his lips. I nodded. But shocked as he gently kissed me on the forehead, his lips were soft that I felt my body was melting.

And he exited the restroom.

I turned and quickly stepped out from the restroom. As I took a step, I flinched because of the very discernible soreness due to what Nick did to me. I blushed profanely. Not that I was complaining. In fact, I felt overwhelmed and happy. I couldn't wait to see Nick on Monday. What would be his plan for me?

******

The deafening sound of the music caused me to breathe loudly. Scanning the whole dance floor to find Madeline...there she is, jumping and dancing with Briggy, her boyfriend. Her eyes found mine and she immediately neared me and beamed, "Where have you been? I've been looking for you. Have you met Nick?" she raised an eyebrow and I nodded.

"Where is he then?"

"Oh, he just joined me for a drink and left for an emergency," I answered. I felt my cheeks heat. There no way I wasn't blushing. But because of the glowing lights, it wasn't possible Madeline could see.

She rolled her eyes, "He's a dick! Let's just dance."

"Oh no. I'm fine, just go. I would love to have a drink first." I said and she just gave me a small smile. Crap.

"It's your birthday. So I'm not taking a no," she grabbed my hand and tugged me through the dance floor. Laughter rumbled through my lips as I let her pull me to the dance floor. I joined them dancing...

After a couple of hours having fun, laughing, we even play truth or dare and some other stuff, I could really say that I was very happy. Genuinely happy. It was such a long time ago since I had fun with my family. But this time, it was different. I was with my best friends.

And finally found a man...

*******

Madeline was very intoxicated and she was bubbling about I can't even tell what exactly she was talking... because she couldn't even pronounce correctly every word that came out from her mouth. Briggy and I laughed at her cuteness.

We both slipped into Briggy's vehicle and he began driving us home. After almost a 30minute drive to our apartment, Briggy parked underground and we took the lift to the apartment, with Madeline hanging over Briggy's shoulder.

When entered my room, I started removing the tight dress from my body and exchanged it for a pair of sweats and singlet. My body was screaming in relief.

Two minutes later, I stepped out from my room and Briggy came out from Madeline's. He gave me a warm smile and said, "I have to go, please call me if she needs anything. And when she's sober, tell her that I couldn't spend the night, my boys and I had some errand to run." He smiled at me but his eyes were pleading.

I laughed, "and what errand is that?"

"Oh please, our sweet Ava... the best Ava we've met, just tell her some good words to cease her doubt. After all, I ain't going to do something you can consider cheating."

I smiled, "Of course, you won't..." I paused, enjoying his funny expression of eagerness to get the hell out of here and finally be free from Madeline's wrath. "...and don't worry, I got you. Go!"

"Yesssss!!!" he punched the air and I laughed. "Thank you! You're the best. Your future boyfriend would be so lucky to have you," he winked and then left me wondering.

I was thinking about Nick, will he feel lucky to have me? Like what Briggy said. I sighed in contentment. Even so, I'd love to find out!