Love’s Twist

Chapter Three

Louis POV

Racing had always been a means of escape for me. The thrill. The rush. It’s everything.

Swerving my car left, I barely dodged the barriers when I saw Jake speeding towards me.

I needed to win this race tonight, because I’m not one to give up.

I’ve always been the one to take what I want whenever I decide, and I’m never the rule follower.

Some may say I’m unhinged, but they never know that darkness gives me life. That’s what keeps me going, the emptiness of it.

Pressing the accelerator hard, it gave me the push and speed I needed to win this race. 💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀

Stepping out to loud cheers and girls swooning over me, I had just finished drinking water when I felt vibrations. Reaching inside my pocket to retrieve my phone, a pang of annoyance flashed through me when I saw the caller, Dad.

“Louis, son, you have to get your ass to the hall by 7:00.”

“Yes, father,” I answered through gritted teeth, clenching my jaw so hard I thought it would snap.

He didn’t say anything else, he just hung up.

Reaching out to Jake to let him know I'd be going to the party, I threw the towel over my shoulder and walked out.

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Coming here was a mistake. The hall was reeking of wealth and greedy powerful men like Dad, not that I don’t like being in control.

But the fact it’s my Dad doesn’t sit well with me, I’m not one to complain, I’ve always been obedient. Slowly building myself up against him. Just like he said, never let your enemy know your next move.

Though I don’t like him, that particular sentence has been my get-go from the start.

“Son, you came,” my father asked, or more like said as he handed me a glass.

“Not like it was my intention to be here,” I said, now pissed off.

“And you do not speak to your father that way,” his jaw clenched, making his sharp features contrast.

“Remind me then, in what way.” I didn’t even give him the chance to speak before striding along.

For all I care, he should eat s**t or probably f**k himself.

“OMG, Louis, you actually came, thank goodness.” Everyone is so loud today.

“Good evening sir,” I said to Mr. Edgar.

“Louis, How is your evening going?”

“Are you here for business, or you want to know how my evening is going?” I was already pissed off, I didn’t have time for unnecessary things.

“I wanted to invite you over so we can discuss business.” He thinks I don’t know about his debts, lies and greedy ways.

“I’ll see if I can come.” Left with his daughter who is hung up on me, I decided to use that to my advantage.

“So, why don’t we go somewhere more private,” thought she’d never ask.

“Lead the way.” This is the girl my Dad picked out for me as a wife, a f**k toy, that’s all she is to me.

From the hallway down to the bathroom, it was all sloppy kisses and raging turn on, not from her but from the girl I saw across the dance floor, the one with the captivating eyes. The way her dress hugged every curve in her body.

But what pissed the f**k out of me was the big, fat, ugly-looking man touching her everywhere, places he shouldn’t be touching while she silently begged.

“Are you not f*****g me already…” She said, her eyes hooded with lust and face flushed.

“Get on your f*****g knees,” I said, my voice commanding and arrogant.

I don’t like this sister my Dad picked for me. I think I want the other one, the way she begged. The Fear her eyes. The way her lips parted. I’m a selfish bastard for thinking about lips wrapped around my c**k, how she fits perfectly.

MINE.

“Esther, don’t you have any manners?” Kate said, angry someone had interrupted the blowjob she was about to give me.” I hated that we were rudely interrupted, my hand still fisting her hair with my head thrown back.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t think you heard me, I’ll just excuse myself then.” She said, her head hanging low as her short dress rode up an inch giving me the view of her thighs.

“Eyes on me when I’m talking to you,” Kate commanded, shoving her hard enough to land her on her butt.

Now I could see the lace peeking out as she stood down, obeying her sister while chewing the insides of her cheeks like she was trying so hard not to breakdown.

But she’s not seen anything. I love the way the tears wet her face. The way she’s obedient, but that applies only to me. She obeys me and no one else.

“That’s enough,” I said in a less appeasing tone, so Kate could take the hint to f**k off, and I needed her to look at me.

“Oh my God, I’m so… so sorry…” she stuttered, her voice barely heard as she tried so hard not to break down.

The moment she looked up at me, I knew I was f****d, obsessed and far gone. Those huge pretty eyes took on our disheveled positions.

She looks mesmerized. And somewhat disappointed, but that look is gone just as it came. Remembering herself, she quickly looked away.

“Or you could come join us,” I said in a mocking tone while she looked anywhere but me.

“What, no,” she said, hurriedly standing that she had got one of her heels broken.

Clutching her bag to her chest and heels on the other hand, she fled.

“And what was that about?..” Kate asked, turning red from both embarrassment and anger.

“What was what about again?” It wasn’t a question, it was a threat, a message not to get involved in my matters.

“Louis…you can’t walk away now, we have to finish what we started.” She whined, not even the slightest bit fazed by the fact her sister saw us in a compromising position, not that I’m bothered.

“Get yourself a man,” I said to her, picking up my pace, hoping I don’t lose sight of her tonight.