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“My god, those two men were smokin’ hot,” Georgia murmured as we entered the dirty bathroom. I scrunched my nose up in disgust. She stared into the mirror and ruffled her hair.
I had to agree with her on that.
Georgia adjusted her short dress, lowering the material around her breasts until they were basically spilling out of the dress. She pinched her lips and applied more lipstick. I just stood there watching her. There was no point—I stood no chance. Plus, I was here with Jamie. I liked Jamie.
When we exited the bathroom, Matt was paying for the gas. Jamie hopped out of the convertible and approached us. I stole a quick glance at the stranger who was stood by the dark-skinned man, staring at me. His lips were pressed together firmly, and his thick arms were crossed over his broad chest. The suit made him look so hot.
Jamie said nothing. He simply wrapped his arm around my shoulder and led me back to the car. Georgia smirked, eyeing his arm in satisfaction. I rolled my eyes but managed a small smile, more for her benefit than my own. For some reason, his arm on my shoulder felt wrong. Being this close to him felt wrong.
I couldn’t understand why. Did it have something to do with the stranger?
My gaze returned to him. Noticing my eyes on him, his eyes softened, and he smiled beautifully. I was entranced. Then, his eyes bounced to Jamie and hardened.
My heart was beating so fast in my chest, I was worried it would explode. Why was I feeling like this?
“I have finally returned!” Matt exclaimed, his voice echoing throughout the empty area. He sauntered out of the small building, grinning. “Now let’s party!”
“You’re such a dumba*s, Matt,” Georgia said, rolling her eyes.
“I’m your dumba*s,” Matt replied, cockily, earning a glare from Georgia. I darted my eyes between the two of them, curiously. Were they planning to get back together?
“Wait—are you two back together?” I asked, climbing into Matt’s car.
Georgia genuinely looked offended at the idea, “F*ck no.”
Matt turned in his seat and pretended to look wounded. ”Ouch, Georgie.”
“Just get moving. I want to get there before I die,” Georgia ordered, fed up with this conversation.
All the while, the two gorgeous men by their car were staring at us with interest. The green-eyed man couldn’t seem to look anywhere else but at me.
For some reason, my stomach churned at the thought of parting ways with the man. It was incredibly stupid! I didn’t know the guy at all yet my heart hurt when I thought about leaving. I forced myself to look away and focus on my friends. His eyes remained on me though.
Matt cranked up the volume of the music again. It was playing Sicko Mode by Travis Scott and Drake. He accelerated out of the gas station, causing the wheels to scream in protest. Georgia whooped whilst Jamie and I laughed. It didn’t feel right laughing though. I felt cold and sad.
I blamed the alcohol.
I put the sexy man out of my head. I was here to have fun. I hadn’t let loose in so long. I wanted to party and dance and kiss Jamie.
After finding a parking space, we all rushed to the club. There was a long line for it. Not that it worried Georgia. She was determined.
“Don’t worry guys, I’ll get us in,” Georgia promised. She strutted towards the bouncer and started flirting with him. I shook my head at her. Typical Georgia.
“That girl can flirt her way into anything,” Matt commented. He received a slap on the arm from Jamie, who hated hearing people say things like that about his cousin. Jamie and Georgia were close—not super close but close enough that they cared about each other deeply.
A few minutes later, Georgia shifted her gaze to us and smirked victoriously. She beckoned for us to go over to her. We passed the bouncer who seemed to be in a daze and strolled into the club.
It was a large club with different rooms for different genres of music. The main room played all types of music. Since it was close to midnight, it was packed. Everyone looked drunk.
We squeezed our way past people and headed towards the bar. Once again, Georgia managed to command the attention of the bartender and flirted with him. We got our drinks for free.
Matt stuck with water whilst the three of us had a shot.
“Cheers!” Jamie cheered, clinking his glass with mine and Georgia’s. I threw the shot back and gagged at the burning feeling.
“Let’s dance!” Georgia said, wrapping her thin fingers around the crook of my elbow. She pulled me along to the busy dance floor, with the two boys following closely behind us. We stopped in the middle and started to dance to the upbeat song.
I had to admit, I felt free at this moment. Matt danced like a complete lunatic, attracting the attention of strangers around us. They all gave him funny looks. Matt, being Matt, ignored them.
The next song was a sexy song. Matt and Georgia started grinding against each other. Slowly, I moved my gaze to Jamie who was already staring at me with a glint in his eyes.
He placed his hands on either side of my hips and yanked me towards him. I gasped in surprise, all the while maintaining eye contact.
Having his hands on me felt so wrong. I hated the feeling.
I couldn’t understand why. I liked Jamie—I had for a while. I dreamed of this. And now that it was happening, I wanted to get away from him. He didn’t have the right to touch me.
“I’m going to grab another drink,” He leaned down and whispered in my ear. I nodded my head and watched him disappear through the crowd. Georgia and Matt were still wrapped in each other’s arms.
The feeling of someone’s hand on my back caught my immediate attention. Glancing over my shoulder, I saw an unfamiliar man with shiny blonde hair. He grinned at me, eyeing my form with lust. A shiver of disgust ran down my spine and I backed away, only for him to wrap his arm around my waist.
“Hello sweetheart,” He greeted, a sickening smile on his face.
“Please let go of me,” I pleaded, struggling in his arms. He didn’t let go, to my dismay.
I shot a panicked look at Georgia, but she was too busy kissing Matt. I was praying Jamie would return soon.
“Now why would I do that?” He asked, licking his lips. I despised how he was looking at me. “You’re a pretty little thing, aren’t you?”
I pushed his chest with as much strength as I could muster.
"Please,” I begged, terrified.
Memories of the scarred man crossed my mind. It might not be him, but he could have the same intentions. I knew I should have stayed sober. I knew I shouldn’t have come out tonight.
Suddenly, the blonde stranger was thrown back. I caught a glimpse of Jamie’s furious face before the man lunged at him. I cried as the man punched Jamie in the face.
Everyone around us stopped dancing and stared at the fight in horror. Georgia’s scared eyes met mine. Matt attempted to help Jamie but was pushed back by a bystander.
“Stop! Please!” I yelled but the music was too loud. They couldn’t hear me. They were both focused on fighting.
New arms wrapped around my waist, preventing me from interfering. Peering upwards, my breath hitched when I saw it was a man with the same blonde hair as the other man.
I fought in his hold.
"Stop it,” He hissed, bitterly.
Tears burned my eyes. I wanted to scream and cry so loudly. My body was trembling as fear coursed through my body.
Just as the shiny blonde-haired man was about to drive his fist into Jamie’s stomach, the handsome dark-skinned man from the gas station appeared and caught his fist. He had a stoic expression on his face, seemingly bored by the fight.
Wait, if he was here did that mean—
The gorgeous green-eyed man knocked the man who was holding me away. He then proceeded to knock him out.
I gasped in shock, staring at the man with wide eyes. He turned back around; his green eyes glowing. He looked...inhumane.
“W—what?” I stammered, puzzled. How were his eyes glowing?
“Are you alright, mi amore?” He questioned, his eyes travelling down the length of my body. It made me feel like I had been electrocuted. I loved having his eyes on me.
Mi amore? I furrowed my eyebrows together, confused. I swear, it meant my love. Why would he call me that? I didn’t know him.
“S—stay back,” I warned, inwardly cursing myself for sounding so weak. He might have saved me, but I didn’t know him. For all I knew, he could be working with the scarred man.
“Are you okay, Celeste?” Jamie rushed over to me at that moment, checking my body for any injuries.
The green-eyed man watched us with cold eyes. I thought I could see jealousy swirling in his alluring eyes. He clenched his jaw and stared down at the ground. It felt painful seeing him upset.
I stepped back from Jamie, earning a frown from him and swallowed the lump in my throat.
“Yes, thanks,” I breathed, dragging a shaky hand through my messy hair. Georgia sprinted over to me in her high heels and hugged me tightly.
Matt stood next to Jamie and apologized for not being there for him.
When Georgia pulled away, I couldn’t help but look back at the spot where the man was. However, he was gone. So was the dark-skinned man.
Disappointment washed over me. I should have thanked him for saving me. Instead, all I did was force him to stay away from me.
“Can we please go home?” I asked them, not in the mood to party.
They all nodded their heads. We had enough drama for tonight.
Matt dropped Georgia and me off first. It was dark in Georgia’s house—her parents had already gone to bed. I removed my make-up and changed into the clothes Georgia had given me in the bathroom.
Georgia was on her phone in bed when I returned. Her brown eyes connected with mine as I entered the room.
“Well that was a disaster,” She commented, sounding exasperated.
I crawled into the empty space next to her and stared up at the white ceiling. Georgia turned the lamp off, casting a blanket of darkness over the room.
“So, it looked like you were getting close with Jamie,” She stated. I could hear the excitement in her voice.
I hummed, “Yeah...”
But my thoughts weren’t on Jamie. They were on the green-eyed man. I couldn’t get his handsome face out of my mind. Or the way he made me feel.
Soon, I could hear Georgia’s light snores. My mind was still reeling—I couldn’t sleep.
Sighing, I slid out of bed and headed towards the window. I opened the window and poked my head out, wanting to get some fresh air. I inhaled and watched the peaceful scenery for a few moments. Georgia was lucky—she lived in a peaceful place away from everyone else. Me and mom lived in a busy neighbourhood where you had to walk a good five minutes to the forest.
A twig snapping captured my attention. I darted my eyes in the direction of the noise and squinted my eyes. It was hard to see due to the darkness.
The first thing I saw was a pair of gleaming eyes. They were transfixed on me. It wasn’t a human—I could just about make out the form. It appeared to be a wolf.
I didn’t know we had wolves here.
It was strange but I wanted to know more about the wolf.
It took a step closer, its eyes still on me. My body tingled and my heart accelerated. I felt like I somehow knew the wolf. Now that was nuts.
Georgia groaning in her sleep brought me back to reality. I shook my head of the silly thought and closed the window. Before I made my way back to bed, I glanced at the wolf one more time. It was still stood there, watching me. It was almost like it was guarding something.
I couldn’t shake the feeling that I knew the wolf. I really couldn’t.
Finally, sleep overcame me. My eyes fluttered closed and I dreamed of a gorgeous man with green eyes.
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