Trapped Between Two Alpha Enemies

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Felicity....

I remember the day when Jack broke my heart....

I was in my studio for three days, finishing the three-dimensional art I needed to submit for our class exhibit. I felt so victorious that day when my professor praised my work. I bought beer and pizza and decided to surprise Jack. I have the key to his apartment. He was also busy with his academic subjects as he was preparing for his pre-board exam in architecture.

I opened the door and went inside. I placed the can of beer and pizza on his dining table and decided to surprise him. That day, I decided to give my virginity to him. He wanted to do it to make us more intimate aside from making out, but I always stopped him. I felt like I was not ready to do it. But that day, I decided to give in, as I was thinking of the stability of our relationship.

The door of his room was not locked, and I opened it. Instead of surprising him, I was surprised when I saw a naked Melanie on his bed. She was a bully, a b***h in our class. Their clothing was on the floor. The woman had the audacity to smirk at me when she saw me. I was about to turn around when Jack emerged from the bathroom with only a towel on.

His eyes widened and he became pale when he saw me. Without saying a word, I turned and ran to the door. Jack called me, but I ignored him. I went directly to my car and drove away from his apartment. I bought more beer and ordered pizza, and I ate and drank alone while crying my heart out.

Jack came to my unit and knocked on my door, but I pretended I didn’t hear him until he stopped. The next day, I spent my day in bed again. I didn’t go out. I was used to being alone; Damian was my only friend. My world evolved between the two of them, Jack and Damian.

Damian visited me, and he was surprised when he saw my face. "What happened to you, girl? You look horrible! My goodness!" he exclaimed. I cried again, but this time it was louder. Through my gasping and hiccupping, I was able to tell him what happened between me, Jack, and Melanie.

"That b***h! I will take her eyes out!" he shrieked. He joined me for another day of drinking. I met Damian or Dammy on the first day of our class. He looked straight; his family was well-off, with old money. His father was very strict and traditional; nobody knew that he was gay in his family. During our class, he showed his true self. We are all artists; we are open-minded, and we mind our own business often, absorbed in our own world.

"You know what, girl, let’s celebrate your birthday tomorrow!" he said excitedly. "There’s a wild party happening at the club owned by one and only Axel Garcia. I happened to have two tickets; actually, they're for my boyfriend, but he has an important out-of-country conference tomorrow and he flew today. Prepare yourself, rest, and I will make you ready for your big night," he said as he stood and went to the door as if he was planning something.

I stayed in the house and slept. The next morning, Damian came and literally dragged me outside. Instead of spending my birthday eating in a restaurant, we went inside a spa saloon. We spend our day getting multifarious treatments and procedures to relax, revitalize, and improve our health. We enjoyed the champagne they offered.

While having my shellac manicure, I decided to get rid of my virginity tonight, on my eighteenth birthday. I told myself, but I didn’t tell Dammy. I asked Damian what to expect at such a wild party. My life was in seclusion; I was a goody-goody kind of girl.

"Well, I attended one of Jonathan Miller’s parties on his yacht, and it was really fun, wild, wet, and very exclusive. Being rich is not enough for a ticket to get there. You need to be rich among the rich and famous. I just happened to get this because you know about my beau," he said and giggled. Dammy’s boyfriend is a famous photographer of the rich and famous.

Since Damian mentioned being wet, I decided to avail myself of the French bikini wax. Damian looked at me mischievously. "That’s my girl," he said. Several dresses were delivered to me, and I tried them all.

Damian's eyes widened with delight when, at last, he approved a sexy dress for me to wear. The dark green dress was cut out, with only a golden ring connecting them. "Since you get waxed, better use it," he said. The dress has a high slit up to my waist.

"How can I wear my underwear with this?" I asked incredulously.

"Babe, we innovate; you seem to be from the ancient era. We have strapless underwear nowadays; all you need to do is paste it," he laughed. "I envy you, girl," he added.

"This is too sexy for me," I said to myself, but heck, I am planning to get rid of my innocence and better do it with a lot of sexiness.

My hair was long, straight, and shiny copper brown, but tonight they highlighted it with an auburn color and tied it into a high ponytail to look glamorous, as the ponytail showed off my facial features with eye-catching shimmering eye shadow and lipstick.

"Damn! Melanie would throw a fit if she saw you like this," Damian commented.

The security of the place was tight. Damian also looked handsome with his all-black attire and sleek, wet glow. I almost fell from my chair when I learned that it cost twenty thousand dollars to get a reservation per person. Imagine how much we would spend if if we went there. But Damian warned me not to turn my back.

The club was huge; there was a restaurant on the first level, a lounge on the second level, and a club with a pavilion. The third level, where the party was at its height, was the main room with a dance floor and huge VIP rooms. The music was loud, and everybody was dancing and drinking. I looked up, and there, on the mezzanine, were also people enjoying the party privately. I lost count of the people. These people will spend at least a hundred thousand dollars for a night. Imagine the profits of the owner, Axel Garcia, for a night.

They went to the bar and ordered cocktails, and we were drinking while their eyes were roaming around. I felt the energy and the vibe. Damian pulled me to the dance floor, and we danced. I was enjoying myself; I'd never been this carefree before.

After the dance, we went to one of the lounges and ordered some drinks. We were talking and giggling when I felt that I needed to go to the restroom. Damian was flirting with one of the guys when I motioned to him that I would go to the restroom, by which he just raised his glass as if he wanted me to evaporate.

Due to my carelessness, I took off the plastered strapless undies and threw them in the bin like some sanitary napkins. After I retouched, I gasped when I realized what I had done. Damn! I think I need to stay in the lounge area and enjoy the vibe or go home, I said to myself. I became self-conscious right away.

I saw Damian was still flirting with the guy, so I decided to roam around as I took a glass of champagne from the server. I climbed to the mezzanine and saw lots of people making up in the private lounge. My feet were aching; I was not used to wearing shoes with four-inch heels. I decided to look for a sitting area or couch on which I could rest my feet. I found none, they were all occupied.

I saw a door at the end of the lobby and opened it. I was amazed when I saw a private pool and a garden inside. I went to the lounge chair and took off my shoes. The slit of my gown opened widely, baring a huge portion of my thigh and legs. A glimpse of my intimate parts, but I was confident that no one was around. I noticed no one here, maybe because they wanted the vibe outside.

I was massaging my foot when I saw a pair of black shoes in front of me. I looked up and saw the handsome devil looking down at me. "Need help, sweetheart?" he asked. I didn’t answer but frowned, trying to remember where I had seen the man.

"I’m fine; you look familiar though," I said, still looking at him while my hand was massaging my foot. The man laughed, didn’t say a word but kneeled to help me. I smelled his masculine perfume, and the scent was so intoxicating that I stopped. We both stopped and looked at each other.

He murmured something like "mate," but I ignored it. I felt something hot; his scent was making me wild.

"Where have you been all these years, sweetheart?" he asked, as if he were waiting for me.

"I’ve been waiting for this moment to give up my virginity, and it would be you," I said, mesmerized by his heated stare. I realized what I’d said; my eyes widened, and my hand covered my mouth.

The man just smiled at me tenderly. "It’s my honor, love, and we will rectify it soon," he said.