Toxic Chemistry

Chapter 4

I stared at myself in the mirror.

I wasn't dressed glamorously. Just black jeans with a crop top that left my belly button open exposing the diamond stud I had splurged on last summer and a black leather jacket.

My makeup was light but damn maybe I'll start looking for jobs as a makeup artist. My eyeshadow was smoky and I made a cat eye using an eyeliner.

I had on false lashes because mine were really short. Like none visible short. My lip was painted a blood red-same as my nails.

My hair fell down in waves down my back just above my waist. I put on a pair of black boots to complete my look.

I looked sexy.

I smirked at my reflection. I felt sexy.

I left my room making my way downstairs to see Ava and Zoe already waiting for me.

Zoe's jaw dropped dramatically while Ava gasped.

That's it my pretties. Feed my ego.

I blowed them a kiss "like what you see?"

Zoe recovered first "Damn Neil. You can turn a gay man straight" she whistled.

I winked at her "you look quite the seductress yourself"

"I do don't I?" She beamed.

She was wearing a deep red dress that stopped mid thigh. The bodice dipped showing a hint of her cleavage.

She did a slow pirouette and I whistled.

The back was completely bare to the top of her ass.

"You're going to turn some serious heads in that" I said.

She laughed and blowed me a kiss.

"What about me?" Ava pouted.

She was wearing a blue sundress that was a few shades deeper than her eyes. The dress had only a tiny strap holding it up and it stopped just above her knee.

"Aww,you look adorable"

Her short blonde hair was curled and fell on her shoulders.

The only jewelry she had on was a blue necklace with a pair of blue drop earrings with matching bracelets and her engagement ring.

She gasped her jaw dropping.

"Oh no" Zoe muttered behind me.

Ava marched over to me hands on her hips. If looks could kill I'd be 6 ft under.

"What did you say?"

On a normal day I was taller than her with six inches but with my two inch heeled boots her gaze was direct with my boobs.

She really did look adorable.

"Hey babe" Christian walked in "you look...amazing"

Ava smiled at him her dimples showing "why,thank you"

Zoe glared at her brother "how do I look Chris?" She pirouetted.

Christian's jaw dropped,his eyes going wide in disbelieve "what the hell are you wearing?"

Zoe smiled cheekily "A dress"

"That leaves nothing to the imagination,go change. Now"

"Um...she's 23 Chris" I pointed out.

He glared at me "I don't care"

Ava placed her hand on his chest and his gaze moved to hers. He narrowed his eyes at her "Don't"

She made a motion for him to bend down,when he did she stood on her tiptoes and whispered something in his ear.

He abruptly moved away from her and marched out of the living room with a glare at Zoe.

Whoa. That was easy. She's really got him tamed.

"What did you say?" I asked curiously.

She just winked at me.

"Now that that's over. Are we ready to go?" Zoe clapped her hands enthusiastically.

"Hell yeah"

**

The club was loud and crowded. Zoe,Ava and I had to squeeze our way to get to the bar.

"Three glasses of s*x on the beach please" Zoe yelled to the bartender.

Once we had knocked back our drinks we made our way to the dance floor. Zoe leading the way with Ava in the middle and me bringing up the rear.

All attention focused on us.

A red haired,blonde and a brunette. We made quite the trio.

We started dancing as Rae stremmurd black beetles came on. Zoe was dancing with a hot stranger so Ava and I paired up.

She was engaged and I wasn't in the mood to grind against a stranger.

A guy didn't get the hint and tried to pull Ava close but all she had to do was flash her ring at him and he walked away.

Suddenly I felt an arm wrap around my waist drawing me to a hard chest.

The small hairs on the nape of my neck stood and shocks of electricity shot through my body.

I instinctively knew who it was but I turned my head to see.

Lucas smirked at me and whipped me around to face him. Just then touch by little mix came on and he drew me even closer.

He moved slowly.

People were dancing and grinding on each other but we just stood in their midst. Slow dancing to a fast song.

His hand moved up and down my back then suddenly he twirls me around and I'm back in his arms.

He kissed me on the lips. Quickly. His lips were just there and gone. I didn't have time to process it.

I lifted my right leg and hooked it around his waist and suddenly the mood of the dance changed.

He dipped me with a flourish when the song came to an end and kissed me again while we were upside down.

Then he slowly lifted me up when another song I didn't know came on. I released my leg from his waist and stood on my own.

He brought his hand to my waist and lead me out of the dance floor.

I was finally able to really look at him. He was wearing black ripped jeans and a white shirt underneath a leather jacket.

I looked down at myself and almost grinned. We looked like a matching couple.

Then realization crash through my alcohol fudged brain. I just danced with a stranger. I kissed a stranger. Maybe it was chaste but it was a kiss nonetheless.

Now I'm about to have drinks with him?. Hell no.

I stopped walking and he looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

"No" I said raising my voice above the loud music "I'm not getting drinks with you"

He tilted his head as if he was trying to figure me out.

"I'm not taking you to the bar. I'm taking you home with me"

I looked around and realized we were indeed walking to the exit.

"What?!" I glared at him "just because we danced and I let you kiss me you think I'll follow you to your place?"

He scrunched his eyebrows together then wordlessly brought his phone out of his pocket.

He taped a few things then handed it to me.

Why am I even surprised he's using an iPhone 7?

I glanced at his phone screen and the first thing I saw was a picture of when I got out to jog this morning. I looked confused in the picture.

There was an headline beside the picture.

'Lucas McCampbell mystery woman found?'

I realized this must be some sort of gossip website.

Below the headline there was a whole article about me. Where I was born. My age. My full name. My eye color. Where I grew up. Where I went to high school.

At the end of it all there was a picture of me when I was six with a huge bruise on my cheek.

The article also wrote about it.

'6 year old Neil Stewart beaten by drunk alcoholic mother'

I think I'm going to be sick.

I gave him his phone back and ran to the restroom where I puked my guts out.

When I was done I rinsed my mouth with water and walked out.

I wasn't surprised when I saw Lucas waiting for me beside the door.

"We need to talk somewhere private. Where reporters won't be able to take pictures and we won't have to yell" he said without preamble and I nodded.

He took my hand again and led me outside to where I assumed he parked his car and surprise of all surprises he led me to a motorcycle.

I had never ridden on one before and I could feel my blood start humming in anticipation.

It was a complete beauty. Sleek and black.

He took a helmet and put it on for me,wordlessly piling my hair in it and I had to fight the urge to moan at the feel of his hand in my hair.

He clipped his on when he was done with mine and climbed on the bike.

I climbed behind him and tentatively wrapped my hand around his waist.

His hand shot out tightening my grip around him then he lifted my thighs and placed it on his.

"You have to stay like this if you don't want to fall" his voice sounded amused "and lean with me whenever I take a turn"

I nodded against his back and he patted my knee.

He started the bike with a rev and we were gone.