THE DEVIL'S OBSESSION

"I am not going anywhere irry” I said with annoyance due to the fact that I've been disturbed and pestered since morning. “Come on baby don't be boring let's get wild in the club today please… pretty please” Irish said with a grin “You being cute won't change my mind and less you forgot girl, I have a boyfriend I can't go to somewhere like that” My words made Irish grumble. With a clear hatred for my boyfriend Irish muttered “Boyfriend my foot, What in God's name do you even see in him? He looks like a total playboy I can bet with you he only wants your body" “Why do you keep calling Royal names? He is my boyfriend for goodness sake irry”. I snapped. “You are my best friend Isabella. I know a scumbag when I see one and I will never purposely hurt you. He is not the one for you baby”. “Let's drop the topic irry, I am not interested in talking s**t about my boyfriend” I say honestly with a shrug. Irish smiled at that as she continued pestering me. “Okay let's make a deal if you follow me to the club tonight I will stop calling Royal names” she said with a smirk “what do you say?” She added. “Whatever girl… go to class” I pushed her slightly with a playful smile. “And remember the dress code is sexy, in fact no worries I will be in our dorm tonight so I'm going to dress you up baby” she giggled immediately she said that. “How many classes do you have next?” I asked. “Three…God I hate this man's class” Irish said with a murderous glare. “I have only one class left and that is it. I'm ready for home” I said with a slight smile. “Just one?” She asked, clearly surprised. “Yes only a class we were supposed to have two classes before but miss Stacy took an emergency leave, so her class is cancelled”. “You lucky b**** my next class is with that crazy bald old fat ass man” she replied with a sign and brought her elbow up in a punching position making me laugh. Only God knows why she hates the innocent man this much, when I saw him I was pretty cool with him. He is nice..... and kind. “Why do you have the habit of calling people names? Mr Sebastian is your lecturer for goodness sake” “Because that is what he is” she replied to me sassily before rushing away but not without swaying her ass in a funny manner which in return I laughed lightly to it. I also went to class and an hour later I was already on my way out of the class. Even though I'm an A+ student I still don't find biology interesting. All this organism and human parts stresses me out. I am quite happy that my next class is free I didn't have any plan on going to Royal condo this early. I was thinking about going at night though my mom wasn't happy about it. Everybody around me hates Royal My family including my brother. Anytime Royal and Ethan meet, they always end up fighting. We have been together for the past 2 years and I haven't found a reason for the hate he got from my family and friends. I mean he is literally an angel. He help me when I need it and doesn't touch me without permission. I like him a lot for the respect he gives to me. Just as I reached Royal’s condo I punched in the pass code which was…My birthday!!. I often call him whenever I was coming around to his condo but he has classes today so he won't be around for the day. While he is attending class, I will be in his condo preparing a surprise for him. I am planning on preparing a meal for him and I giving him my first time… yes I'm a virgin. Royal has waited for 2 years just for me. I am willing to give him my first time today. I turn a shade of pink on the thought of us cuddling after doing it tonight. I opened the door with a smile but it dropped immediately and sitting on the floor was a woman's clothes and heels. “Maybe his sister is around or…” I tried confusing myself that it is not what I think it is. My Royal isn't like that. But the moaning and groaning said another thing, the moans grew louder as I walked closer to the room the moans were coming from. The door to the room wasn't closed, the sight I saw broke me… on the bed was my boyfriend and a girl. I didn't need anyone to explain what they were doing. It was so obvious and they were both naked on the damn bed. My presence must have been noticed because Royal halted his banging and looked my way. “s**t…” Royal gasped “Baby..what is wrong?” The woman he was banging like a w***e asked with a question gaze and traced his gaze to me. “Whodafuk are you b***h” she asked with a gasp and didn't even try covering herself. “Y…you are full of s**t” I finally said with a glare. “Baby it not what you think it is” Royal said “Why w…would you do this to me?” I muttered with trembling lips “I thought you loved me” I added. “Baby I can explain” he said and quickly covered himself and tried walking towards me. “D…don't come closer to me you disgusting asshole” I shouted furiously. I was broken. I didn't wait for him to finish. I didn't care where my legs took me. But before I knew it, I was at my dorm. I finally broke down with a scream. How could he do that to me? I really thought he loved me. I cried. I cried. And cried. I don't know how long I’d been squatting and crying, but my eyes were surely swollen. I'd been sitting on the only chair in our dorm for God knows how long. I heard the door open, and the next thing I heard was a scream that surely belonged to Irish. “What the f**k?” Irish screamed as she ran to my side. “He cheated.” She didn't seem that surprised, like she already knew he would. I am such an i***t. She warned me. Everyone did. They told me he was a scumbag. I didn't believe them. I thought he was different. “That scumbag,” she muttered under her breath with a murderous glare. I don't know for how long, but I slept. And when I woke up, the first thing I saw was Irish in a red, shiny dress. “You up?” Irish said when she heard me move, and quickly handed me a cup of water. I gulped it down without a second thought. “You look like s**t…dammit. Are you okay? Do you want me to stay with you?” “I'll come with you,” I said, making her freeze. She sure wasn't expecting it. I don't think she breathed for the next few seconds. “You're coming?” she shouted, making me cover my ears. Irish is a pretty girl with blonde hair, just like mine, though mine is a bit lighter than hers. I'm sure she's everyone’s type, and she has a kind nature too. She takes great care of her skin, while mine has stayed the same even without doing much. Irish is intelligent and beautiful, and I’m sure her future partner will proudly talk about her to everyone. “That’s my girl. Get over that dickhead and get a daddy in the club tonight.” She giggled happily. “We're going to wear the same dress. The gown I got for our anniversary.” She quickly went to the wardrobe and brought out the same gown as hers. The gown looks so slutty. Mine was also red, but it was deep red, making it look like wine. “You’ll look so stunning and captivating in this,” she giggled again. “You can have a quick shower. Your face looks like a mess,” she added. Our dorm isn't that big, but it can fit two girls like us. We have just one bathroom, and we’re so lucky to have it. Others share the bathroom downstairs. Ours is attached to our room. I was quick to finish, and getting dressed didn't take long. She did my makeup and changed my hairstyle. She didn’t do too much, yet it felt like a lot. When I looked in the mirror, I was surprised I didn’t recognize myself. I looked beautiful. My straight hair was now curled. She painted my lips with red lipstick that looked so bad-girl coded. I looked beautiful. Captivating. Perfect. The dress brought out curves I didn't know I had. “Now we’re talking. You look ready to be eaten,” Irish said with a grin. “Is this me?” I was totally shocked. “So you see why I call that dickhead names? He made you cover all this,” she smirked. “Are you ready to be eaten, baby?” I was shocked at the dorm, but what I am seeing now is even more shocking. This is one of the most popular clubs in the country. I’ve seen it in the Tv often. The kind of place people wish they could even step foot in. “The fuck...” I muttered. “You’re shocked, right? Well, now you see why I didn't want you to miss tonight.” Before we were allowed in, a muscular, toned, and stocky man stopped us and did some verification with Irish. He looked so scary. When we entered, my mouth was agape. There weren’t that many people, but even with the dim light, I could make out faces I’d seen on TV. Some were dancing, some were talking, and some were making out in the dimmer corners of the room. It was so big, and the atmosphere was amazing. Now I understand why it’s one of the most popular and biggest club in the country. We sat down at the bar while the bartender tended to us. “Two whiskeys, please,” Irish said. “What are you saying, Irry?” I whispered. “You know I don't drink alcohol. I don't have much tolerance and you know it.” “Yeah, right... but tonight I make the rules,” she smirked. “I'm not drinking it.” It is a lie. I want to drink and forget my sorrow. “You’re no fun at all,” she grumbled. “But I’ll do it for a condition.” “What is it?” she asked eagerly. “An ice cream per cup” I giggled at the thought of the benefits. “Deal,” she said with a smirk. It won't hurt to try, at least to fix my broken heart. After three glasses, I was too tipsy. My legs were wobbly. I had to drop the fourth glass. I think I’m drunk. Is it me being paranoid, or do I really feel someone staring at me? I could feel the chills on me. It feels dangerous but I'm not scared at all. But before I could think about it again, I was pulled to the dance floor by Irish. We giggled and danced wildly for a while. My legs were shaking so badly, yet I still danced with Irish. I chuckled and pulled Irish into a princess spin, making her scream loudly. Our hands twisted in the middle, then Irish pulled me down so I could turn my back to her. I whined and twerked my waist in a sexy way, making Irish rock with me. “Such a good girl for mommy, aren't you?” “I love being a good girl,” I said sexily. We screamed. Danced. Sang. Till we were so tired. And we clinked glasses with so many people who kept coming to us, including girls. I’m not feeling great. I think my head is going to burst. “Lemme quickly use the restroom.” I don't think Irish heard me because of the loud music, but I’ll use the bathroom and come right back. I stumbled around until I finally found the restroom. I stumbled inside the female restroom and puked almost my intestines out. God, I think I drank too much. I can't even support my own weight. I’m suddenly feeling hot... Maybe it’s the drink. I stayed there for a moment, breathing heavily, strands of my hair falling loosely around my face. Everything felt hazy, my eyes blurry. Slowly, I reached for the tap, rinsing my mouth. My reflection stared back at me pale. My carefully styled hair was now ruined. I look like s**t. Just as I was about to leave, someone entered. I didn't bother looking up. But when I heard the restroom door lock... I knew something was wrong. “I finally have some alone time with you, slut,” I heard a disgusting voice, making me shiver. I think I’m in serious trouble. “D...don't touch me, you disgusting shit...” “You've been dancing like a slut. Isn't this what you wanted?” My stomach dropped. Something was very, very wrong. “What? I don't know who you are, mister. Stay away from me.” He didn't give me a chance to run. He grabbed my hand forcibly with a smirk. I'm never drinking again in my life. I feel so weak, I can't move a muscle. “P...ple...please stop,” I whimpered tearfully. He’s such a sick creep. “Why should I, b***h?” “Because she said so.” I sighed in relief without knowing why. The voice was low, but the danger in it was clear. Silence crashed into the room. I shivered when blue eyes landed on me first... a brief pause, something dark and unreadable flickering in them. Then they shifted to the man. And whatever warmth existed vanished. “You're bold,” he said quietly. The creep scoffed. “Who the hell are you supposed to be?” A faint smirk touched his lips, but it held no humor. “I don't need to tell you who I am. You'll have to find out for yourself,” His voice sound so cold. “When I want something, I like having it with no hindrance.” His voice dropped lower. “But you are bold.” His gaze flicked back to me, not softer but not the same way he looked at the creep. I can't see clearly. My eyes are really blurry. “Did he hurt you?” he asked, voice quieter now but still edged with something dangerous. I don't know who he is, but he’s surely my knight in shining armor. Without waiting for an answer, his attention snapped back. “You should've walked away the moment she told you to stop,” he murmured, pausing. “Now you don't get that choice anymore,” he added with a fierce stare. He tilted his head slightly, smirking. “Men like you don't learn... so I will make sure you remember for the rest of your life.” Then, almost lazily he muttered “Get him out of my sight.” God, I'm so dizzy. The voices became distant and muffled. I tried to focus on what was in front of me, but damn, everything blurred together. “Oh shit...” The words barely left my lips before my knees buckled. Then everything went... dark