SWEETLY DANGEROUS

possessive

Laura's POV.

“What is the matter with you?” Brenda asked me while we were walking out to the school parking lot.

“What?” I threw back the question at her. I pretended not to know what she was asking about.

“Don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about,” Brenda rolled her eyes at me

“Now, what are you talking about?” I insisted, she was the last person I wanted to tell about my s****l experience with her father.

“Well, what happened in class today. It was unlike you to be like that in Mrs Cooper's class.

She had to call you out for your absent mindedness.”

I knew Brenda was worried about me but I wasn't about to tell her what I was doing and still hoping to do.

“Don't worry, Brenda. I am very fine, I just had trouble sleeping last night.”

It wasn't a lie, I had trouble sleeping last night, I was suddenly feeling hot last night and couldn't wait to have another chance to be alone with my best friend's father.

“If you say so,” Brenda smiled and opened her car and got inside it.

The drive to Brenda's house was quiet, as I didn't want to talk to Brenda about anything.

Brenda and I spent the next hour selecting dresses and accessories for the party coming up tomorrow. I would lie if I said I wasn't nervous about the party.

It meant I would meet some people and I was most nervous about meeting him. Why do I feel this way, I sighed.

The next day came rather too fast, hours flew by and the party had already started.

I walked down the stairs and my eyes took in the hall below me before I started climbing down. Business people dressed in elegant suits and dresses. Soft music played in the background while people talked, laughed, and made new connections.

The mansion was decorated with sparkling lights, fresh flowers, and stylish furniture, and a few waiters moved around the room serving delicious food and drinks. I watched the small groups of guests stand together discussing business ideas, investments, and future opportunities.

Although the atmosphere was calm, classy, and professional, I could still feel myself feeling a bit nervous. I clenched my sweaty palms, before looking around the hall to find my best friend.

My heart began to thump when my eyes locked with a pair of eyes, looking at me with a certain predatory look, Damien steel's.

‘Why was he looking at me like that,’ I wondered in my head, before nervously averting my eyes.

After a minute passed, I stylishly looked back at where I saw him standing only to see that he was gone from there.

I sighed and looked around for Brenda but I just couldn't find her.

Just then, someone grabbed my hand from behind and pulled me to the hallway.

“What are you doing?” I whispered firmly trying to turn around to see the person and when I did, I regretted it was him.

“What are you doing here?!” I asked, all the alarm bells in my head ringing loudly.

He opened the door and pulled me inside an empty room.

I rolled my eyes before retorting,”what now?”

“Why have you been ignoring my calls and that your bitchy friend said you moved on.”

I felt a sense of satisfaction seeing Stephen trying every means to reach out to me, I was tempted to go back but Brenda will not hear that.

“You don't have the right to talk about my friend in that manner!”

“Then tell your friend to mind her damn business!” He retorted almost immediately.

“What do you want from me, Stephen?” I asked my resolve to stay away from him softening and that was the last thing I wanted to do. I never want to return to this cheating bastard.

“I want you back,”

“That can never happen!”

“You sure you don't want me as much as I want you?” Stephen asked, running his fore index slowly up my chest leading to my cleavage.

“Stop it, Stephen!” I repeated.

He moved closer to me, his lips were inches away from mine, he bent his head to leave light kisses on my lips.

I raised my hand to push him away but he caught my hand in his, and pinned it to the wall.

I could barely believe what was happening.

He placed his lips on mine and gently tugged on my lower lips so that I could open up to him.

I pressed my lips shut, denying him access but he bit softly on my lower lips.

“Open up, mama.”

I felt compelled, and lifted my face to receive his kiss.

A part of me was screaming at me to stop immediately.

Stephen was the man that hurted me but the other part of me just wanted to go on with it and there I knew that deep down, there was still this slight feeling I have for Stephen.

We kept kissing, our tongue intertwining.

I could feel the tension in the room shifting to a sensual one as the kiss was getting rougher.

His hand slipped to my boobs and squeezed it roughly, earning a whining moan from me.

“You like that?” He teased, still squeezing my boobs.

“Stop,” I said but it sounded more like an invitation to go further.

I just knew I was weak against this man and I hated it.

I hated the fact that I feel weak for these two men.

Damien Steels, he found his way wandering into my way.

I couldn't help but think of how he f****d me.

I moaned against his lips, breathing heavily.

Just then, the door yanked open, shocking both me and Stephen.

The figure I tried to avoid all day walked in, my eyes widened in shock as he yanked Stephen away from me and flinging him to far corner of the room.

“Get out,” He rumbled in the coldest way I have never heard.

“The f**k, man.”

Stephen was beyond pissed, he tried to stand up but immediately he saw Damien Steels, it felt as if his whole blood ran cold.

He ran outside the door leaving me alone with him.

Damien turned to look at me with a stern and hostile look.

“Been a naughty girl, haven't we?”