Chapter 5
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The bar smelled like smoke and leather and sin.
If we weren't with Alan, the bouncer wouldn't have let us in. The place was so discreet and quiet outside that no one would know that somewhere like this existed.
I stepped in behind Mira and Alan, my hoodie still damp from the drizzle outside. The music was loud and rushed, I could hardly pick up a lyric.
My eyes scanned the room. Men with dangerous faces, waves of laughter, drinks, and naked ladies walking around. I gulped. I don't belong here.
That much was obvious.
But I was here anyway.
I looked around desperately for someone. For Him. But he was nowhere to be seen.
With my hand locked on Mira's own, I was dragged to the bar counter. I stuck close to her side, keeping my head low as we slid into two stools.
“Alan, Cole needs you back in the room,” someone said to Alan.
“I have to go. You guys order some drinks. Bills on me.” he kissed Mira on the lips.
He didn't wait for us to speak before he rushed away. I swallowed before scanning the room again. Leather cuts. Inked skin. Glinting rings and steel eyes. Everyone looked like they belonged here — like they were born breathing in this place. Everyone except me.
“Mira, maybe we shouldn't have come”
“Chill, Ember. Once they know you're with Alan, they'll back off. And Alan has already made them see that.” She pointed at her lips, giving me a smirk.
I tried to breathe and took a glass of whiskey.
“One. Just one and that's it. We aren't drinking more” I warned and she nodded.
“Yes. Just one”.
I gulp down my glass of whiskey. It burned down my throat and caused my stomach to turn warm. I said, “I still can’t believe we’re doing this,”
She grinned and popped a peanut into her mouth. “Welcome to the other side, Em.”
I rolled my eyes.
This was the third time I was drinking. I drank first when I was in high school. When my father found out, it wasn't funny. Not for me but worse, the student who had given me alcohol.
The second time was in my room. He didn't know about it and this is my third and every time, I still feel the unusual burn in my throat and my eyes teary.
Just as we spoke, that was when he approached.
I didn’t see him coming. Just a voice behind us — too close, too casual, too sure.
“You’re Alan’s girl, right?” he asked Mira, not even waiting for a reply before his eyes slid over to me. “And you…”
I turned slightly to look at him. He was huge, had long dark hair, was not so tall, and had a long scar on his face. Across his nose.
He smiled. Not the friendly kind.
“…you must be new.”
He looked like trouble. His cut had the word Geeks stitched into it, and I instantly knew — this guy wasn’t Reaper.
My heart began to race. My throat suddenly turned dry as I scanned the room for help.
“I don’t think we’re supposed to talk,” I said quietly, shifting closer to Mira.
But he wasn’t backing off.
“Who said that? Alan? Don't mind Alan.” His eyes dragged over me like he was picking apart every layer of clothing with his gaze.
“You don’t look like you belong here. Or to anyone.” He said, “Come. I'll take you to heaven”.
He grinned. His brown teeth almost made me gag.
Mira stood up. “Back. Off.”
“Shut up, Alan's girl” he ordered before facing me. “Come here”
He grabs my wrist. I stumbled, almost falling from the stool but tried to balance myself but instead, hit his chest. I could smell the whiskey and smoke all over him.
My blood ran cold. I tried to back away, but he wasn't letting me.
“Get your dirty hands off her, Den”
I heard a cold voice, with a pull that caused me to stumble backward into someone else's arms. And chest.
There was a sudden shift. Shift from the smell of alcohol to that of a cologne that made me want to bury my head in this human’s chest forever.
Den, the Geek, chuckled like it was a joke. And then—
“Frost”
And I stiffened.
Killian Frost?
My head slowly looked up to see his face. My heart stopped. His icy blue eyes were locked on the guy — Den, with a protective arm around my lower waist.
I gulped. Heat ran up to my cheeks.
“Den” Killian replied.
“I didn't know you have a girl”
“Now, you do,” Killian replied.
“I expected more than this from you. She looks…” he paused. Then, “Naive and… not belonging” he finished.
“Just the way I like them,” Killian replied. My cheeks burn even more at his words. I didn't look at Den. My head continued to rest on Killian's chest.
As he spoke, his chest vibrated. Leaving me imagining unimaginable things.
He backed off with a smirk. “Whatever man. When you're done, let me have her. She looks fresh and young. I'd love to have a taste.”
“Scrap!”
There was only music and nothing more for a while. I sensed he had gone, so I tried to pull away from Killian, but he didn't budge.
I looked up at him. His eyes were still fixed ahead, but his arm was still firmly around me. I tried backing away again, but nothing.
Then his blue, icy eyes landed on me. My breath caught.
“What are you doing here, Ember?” He asked. His eyes scanned my face as he let me go.
I parted my lips to speak, but no words came out.
He knows my name.
He stepped closer. Too close, so I back away. But he didn't stop until my back hit the bar, and I was suddenly surrounded by him again — leather, heat, the cologne.
His fingers began to slip into my hoodie from beneath the edge. My breath caught.
“What… what are you doing?” I almost yelled. I knew I was completely red now.
“They’re still watching,” he murmured. His fingers brush my skin, causing tingling feelings within me. Who? Whose they? I wasn't thinking straight anymore.
“I… this is… s****l harassment,” I stuttered.
“Is it?” He asked. A teasing smile by the side of his lips.
“According to… to… to Title VII of the Civil… Rights Act of one fifty ninety… 1964, s****l harassment is a—”
“s****l harassment? Are you sure?” His breath fanned my face, causing heat in between my legs. His fingers— playing a more dangerous game right under my bust.
My breathing uneven, my toes curled.
“I called you mine. You didn't deny it” he whispered. Eyes on my lips.
“I…”
I didn't continue because his lips crushed mine.
No warning. No hesitation.
His hand cupped my already erected breast and I gasped, grabbing onto his jacket. The kiss was different. Different from yesterday. Hungry. More heated and deliberate.
And then, he broke the kiss and whispered in a deep, hoarse voice,
“Get out of here. And don't come back, Ember.”
I expected him to let me go now.
Everything was happening so fast, but instead, he dove right back into the kiss. Squeezing my bust well-fitted in his palm, causing me to gasp and moan.
He was dragging me deeper. The kiss wasn’t soft. It wasn’t gentle anymore. It was fire and fury and every answer I didn’t know I wanted.
I melted into him. Completely.
The bar blurred. The noise faded.
It was just him.
Killian Frost.
And the terrifying truth was, I didn't want him to stop.
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