Dangerous Desires

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

LILY

"Tonight's party, we're going all out. We will party still midnight."

My eyes grow wide with shock. "My curfew is 10.00pm."

"Oh that's on you. You have to convince your daddy to let you stay out till midnight."

I hate when Tiffany sends me to do the tough tasks but well, this is my father we are talking about I don't expect her to ask him on my behalf.

Tonight, we're looking forward to ticking off summer-to-do-list number two and saving me from going insane. After the accident that took place on our yard and my mom walking in on Luca and I kissing, I've been locked indoors in the name of healing, it was my mom's idea, she never told my dad what she saw, so I knew it was her way of punishing me. Tiffany was not allowed to visit, only nurses and maids attended to me, there was no new book in my library to read and I think my mom intentionally blocked my network connection.

I had plenty time to do absolutely nothing but think about Luca, even dream about him sneaking into my bedroom at night. Whereas, in reality, I haven't since him since the three weeks I've been healing. Luca is avoiding me. I know he still lives nextdoor and enters my dad's library whenever I wasn't watching. Luca can't even fight for our forbidden love. Love... okay that's a really strong word. It's just an attraction. What if we are destined to be star-crossed lovers?

???

I'm supposed to be mad at Luca but that can't stop me from noting how our kiss gets better everytime. I really need to wake up and face reality. Us. As in Luca and I, we are never meant to be.

I knock once on the door to my dad's study. I don't wait for him to respond, I turn the knob and walk into the study. "Hi daddy." I greet him with my sweetest smile. There's really no reason not to like my dad except that he is insisting I study law and not dancing. He is bestest dad in the whole world - I don't know if that's a word but I will have to add it to the dictionary so that I can be able to describe how good my daddy is.

"My princess." My dad responds in his ever cheerful tone.

"Dad, there's something I want to ask of you..." I stop talking when something - no someone - moves in the chair behind the table. His back is to me while his face is to my dad who is sitting across the large table. I didn't realize there was someone else with us. "...dad if you're busy, I can come back later." That's a lie. I can't. I'm just being polite.

"Oh dear." My dad waves me off with his meaty palms. "It's just our boy Luca." He pats Luca's hand that is resting on the table and Luca turns to acknowledge me.

Wrong.

He barely turn to brush his eyes over me. The anger and disdain so obvious in his glare. His shoulders hunch upwards and I think he is about to rise from his seat and give us some privacy but my father stops him immediately. "Oh Luca, where are you going? Sit down. Lily, what you have to say won't take long right, you don't mind Luca staying."

I greet my teeth. "Yes." When you say it like that, can I say no? Luca flash a mocking sneer in my direction.

I'm about to convince my dad to allow me party still midnight and of all the people that has to be present, it just has to be him. Wow father haven't you done enough, what more do you want? Just take my life!

"Yes Lily." My dad says impatiently.

"I-I want." I'm stammering. Why am I stammering? I clear my throat and bolt out. "Dad, I want to party with Tiffany until midnight." There.

My dad's eyes widen in shock, there are double the normal size. He quickly regains himself. "Your curfew is 10:00pm"

"Daddy please." I pout. "Please. Please daddy. Tiffany will be with me. And daddy, this may be our last summer together since I'm going to study law in an IV league college and she's going to a music college." My subconscious gags at me. And the pride I see on my dad's face. It's almost pitiful. This has always been my strongest point whenever I want to appeal to him.

He cracks his knuckles and I know he's about to give in. "Not a minute later than midnight." He says firmly.

"Thanks daddy."

"To summer list No. 2." Tiffany raise her beer for a toss. I carelessly hit my beer bottle against hers. We empty the content of the beer bottle in three loud gulps, giggling and dancing. I've lost count of the number of beer and alcoholic wine we have drank in a duration of 1 hour, but I don't feel wasted. Not yet.

All the guys on the dancefloor are circling us, taking turns grinding and slapping our ass. We don't complain. Hell, maybe that's exactly what we were begging for when we walked in wearing the tiniest skirts and tank top ever made. We are dressed like sluts and right now with the way all these guys are touching me, I do feel like a slut. But I don't care.

Since Luca won't look at me when I'm decently dressed, maybe now that I'm barely dressed, he will look. Why so I care if he lust after me or not? I outdid myself to put him on notice, but he is not even at this club tonight.

For Tiffany, I don't know why she is going all out because she has a boyfriend. But she does look like the kind of girl that even when she is grey and eighty. She would still be hot and slaying.

The numerous hands on my body is repulsing me. I don't feel a thing not even a dead current. I'm just managing their attention and the male approval gushing from their hungry eyes. I drink another beer and continue grinding a boy's erection when a random dude pulls my hand causing me to fall against his chest. He force my mouth open and pours vodka into it. I drink and choke, breathing uneasily as the liquid gets stuck in my throat making me cough and spit in fast succession.

The asshole is laughing. "Easy baby." He rubs my back until my breathing settles. He lifts his cigar and tries to put it in my mouth.

I fiercely push his hand knocking down the cigar in anger and wasting no time to stamp on it. "I don't smoke." I yell over the music, answering his unspoken question.

He yells back. "At least give me a kiss with your sexy lips." He lowers his lip closer to mine and it reeks. It reeks like garbage.

If this was a movie or a novel, Luca would have dramatically walked into the scene and beat up this stupid dude who is trying to kiss me with his rotten mouth into a bloody pool but this is real life and no one is coming to rescue me. I level my knee and forcefully kick at his groin causing him to stagger and fall on the floor in a messy ball.

I walk away from him and glance around the club looking for Tiffany. I've had enough for one night. I'm seeing double. I think the alcohol is begining to gain root. There's a burning sensation spreading on my skin. I can feel a piercing gaze on my skin, slowly, I glance around the club until my eyes are locked in with the darkness brown eyes I have ever seen, perfect nose, lips squeezed in an angry scowl. My heart skips a beat or two, or four. His eyes are on me, his expression blank. Goosebumps spread on my bare skin.

My lips involuntarily curve into a smile. Still staring at him, I stretch my hands and grab the nearest guy's tie pulling him towards me, grinding on his heavy balls and letting him touch me like a foreplay. I feel dirty but I don't stop. I think I want to prove a point to Luca. A stupid point to a man who don't give s**t about me. I'm still staring at Luca. Taunting, challenging, almost daring him to walk up and stop us. And do something.

His brooding look of annoyance deepens.

I look away from him and starts dancing with another guy when I turn to glance in his direction, the sneer on my lips drops. His seat is empty. He is gone.

The music suddenly grows unbearably loud. My head is throbbing. I feel so sick. Tiffany is nowhere within eyeshot. I can only hope she's not making out with the wrong guy. I turn around, storming out of the club through the back exit. My mouth flies open as I hurry to a corner, throwing up more on myself than on the ground. I lean against the wall.

"You're a mess."

I don't need to turn to know who is speaking, I can r

ecognize that voice even in my sleep. "I see that. Why are you stalking me?