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It was almost midnight and the party had been amazing so far.
And just by the way, I think I can fly. If you think I'm drunk, you're very wrong.
There's a very thin line between being drunk and being tipsy, and that's where I am at the moment. I've only had six shots and my tolerance level is ten.
So, I'm not drunk, but very tipsy.
Not bad though right? My aim was to get wasted, so I'm on track.
"Hey beautiful." A blonde guy said bringing me out of my mental rant.
He was really hot with blue eyes and honestly the thought of making out with him was sounding appealing.
Okay, I was definitely closer to drunk than tipsy for me to be thinking this way.
"Hey." I said trying to compose myself as much as possible.
"What're you doing alone? No friends?" He asked sipping out of his drink.
"Not exactly, my friend is the host of this party, but I haven't set eyes on him since I came." I said and that was actually the truth.
Where on earth was Cole and his fellow hotties?
"That's sad, I can keep you company though. You're too pretty to go to waste." He said twirling a strand of my hair in his hands.
The logical part of my brain wanted to tell him not to worry, but instead my drunken self just giggled and tapped his cheek.
I was going to regret this when I'm sober.
"What's your name?" I asked out of curiosity.
"Will you come with me if I tell you my name?" He asked smiling cheekily.
My unintoxicated brain cells were screaming 'NO' but I was a lost cause so I nodded at him and said the two words that were going to put me in so much trouble. "After You."
"Finish your drink first." He said as he handed my half empty glass back to me. I didn't think twice and downed the drink with just one gulp.
"Good girl." He said as he pulled my hand and started leading me away from the crowded living room.
"Hey, it is way too cold to swim." I slurred out.
My vision was a little blurry but I could still see the pool.
"We're not swimming beautiful, we're just going to have some fun near the pool." He said.
I felt his hand squeezing my thigh and that's when the red lights in my head came on.
"Stop. I just want to go back inside." I said struggling to get away from him.
"Hey. I'll be nice beautiful, no need to make a scene." He said bringing out a pair of scissors.
Who brings a pair of scissors to a party?!
"Don't touch me." I said angrily.
I would have beaten him up on a normal day, but I was way too drunk to even coordinate my steps properly.
"Breath." He said gently to me as he cut the side of my gown.
"That's it, another deep breathe." He encouraged.
And just as I took the second breathe, I suddenly started feeling weak and my eyelids were struggling to remain open.
"I guess you really enjoyed your drink." He said with an evil smirk and I felt his hand gripping my butt.
The asshole definitely spiked my drink when I wasn't looking.
"Please don't." I managed to beg silently because I was slowly drifting away.
He didn't even react to my plea, but only gripped my butt harder.
"My name is Carlos by the way." He said and placed his lips on mine.
Anger was boiling within me as I started seeing black dots.
As soon as he pulled his lips away, he started raising my ruined gown up and that's when I saw a figure behind him.
My vision was a little distorted because of all the black dots appearing but I could still tell an angry person when I see one.
I heard a loud crash and that was when I got lost in a dark web.
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DAMON'S POV
"You don't know how long I've wanted to do this." Riley said kissing my jawline.
You maybe asking yourself what the hell I'm doing with one of Darcy's minions, well there's an explanation.
My flavor of the night who also happens to be a cheerleader, could not make it to the party because of her younger brother who caught a fever. And the only reason why I'm letting Riley do this is because she's been on my case since sophomore year but was too scared of Darcy to make a move.
I guess today was her lucky day since Darcy was apparently busy. And just before you judge me, I was alone tonight and in need of someone to keep me busy.
"Damon maybe we should go to a room, it's too open here." Riley said unbuttoning her shirt.
Was she serious? She wanted to get a good f**k for the thrill of it, but she was so self conscious that she wasn't comfortable in the kitchen.
Pfft.
Darcy really has messed with the dignity of her minions.
"Whatever you want." I said with a shrug.
"Hey it's too cold to swim." I heard someone slurring and the voice sounded really familiar, so I looked in the direction where I heard it from.
I saw Carlos holding someone to him, but I couldn't see her face. Carlos had never been up to any good during parties. He was Jeffrey's distant cousin.
I guess he has probably sweet talked another girl into having 'fun'.
Before you jump into any conclusion and think that Carlos and I do the same thing, let me straighten things out.
Carlos waits for the girls to be drunk and does the whole sweet talk thing, while I on the other hand gets offered this 'fun' willingly by girls.
"Let's go." Riley said pulling me out of the kitchen.
"Stop. I just want to go back inside." I heard that same voice shouting and that's when I recognized who it was.
Kimora.
I can't believe the bastard will go an inch close to her. Cole will definitely kill him.
"Damon are you okay?" Riley asked bringing me out of my thoughts.
"Yeah I'm fine. But this will have to wait." I said pointing between us.
"You cant be serious right?" She said holding tight to my hand.
I didn't have time for some girl drama.
"I'm sorry okay. Just find some other guy." I said and pulled her hand off me.
By the time I turned back, both Carlos and Kim were no longer there.
I went in the direction where I last saw them and started searching around the pool.
"Please don't." I heard Kim's voice but it sounded so weak. Nothing like the feisty girl I'm used to.
I turned in the direction of her voice and when I got there I met Carlos' lips on hers and his hands were all over her body.
I was going to f*****g kill him. Forcing himself on a girl was totally wrong.
I didn't know how angry I was until I heard a loud crash and realized I had broken a bottle of wine.
Carlos immediately whipped his head in my direction and the look of fear in his eyes was my cue to deface the SOAB.
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