My Dreams, His Reality Trilogy

Chapter 11

Book 1 Chapter 11- 03

Gathering my wits, I just turned around and fled from the scene. I ran down the stairs and waited a moment to catch my breath.

I felt incredibly stupid.

What did I even expect from him? Did I think that a few stolen kisses would change him and make him less of a douchebag?! I think, for a moment I forgot who I was talking about. Guys like Harper Cain never changed. He was a playboy and he didn't care about anyone. He broke everyone's heart and I will not be next in line for him to trample over, I vowed to myself.

Plastering a smile on my face, I rejoined my friends. They didn't question my prolonged disappearance for which I was glad. I resumed swaying my hips to the peppy Katy Perry number and lost myself to the music.

After some time, I felt a pair of hands wrap around my waist. I turned around to find Harper gazing down at me with adoration and lust. I wasn't going to be fooled again. I don't know what came over me, but I didn't remove his hands off of me. Instead, I giggled and put my arms around his neck and danced with him for a while. I swayed my body with the music, while Harper's hands burned my body.

After the song, Harper stopped moving. I stopped too and looked up at him, silently asking him why he stopped.

He grabbed my wrist and pulled me off the dance floor and dragged me up the stairs. If anyone did see Harper dragging me, nobody stopped him. Where are your friends when you need them? I was too drunk to resist him. I wasn't sure the drunk me wanted to resist him and that was a big problem. His strides were long and determined and I stumbled after him, trying desperately not to fall. He pulled me to the same balcony where I found him making out earlier with some girl.

My mood plummeted instantly when those images flashed through my mind. I writhed in his grip in a desperate attempt to get away from him but he didn't let me go. Instead, he slammed his lips to mine.

Earlier in the day, when he kissed me there were fireworks, and there was passion and I loved it. But now, I wanted nothing of it. Those images kept flashing in my mind and the rough way in which he dragged me here gave me enough motive to resist him.

I started pushing him away from me but my actions were already uncoordinated because of the alcohol I had consumed.

His grip on my body was firm. It was clear he didn't want to let me go yet.

His lips moved forcefully over mine and were continuously asking for entrance. My lips are so going to be bruised after this. I was trying to push him away. I tried to hit his shoulders and push him away, but our bodies were pressed so tightly against each other that there was no space and my drunk body was refusing to cooperate with me.

And then I got an idea.

I granted him entrance for a second and before I could forget the reasons why I needed to get away from him, I bit his lip hard. I immediately tasted blood. I think I bit a little too hard. Oops.

Well, he deserved it!

He pulled away from me in a state of shock and disbelief. Taking advantage of his shocked state, I pushed his chest, his hold on me loosened and he stumbled back with wide eyes and blood on his lower lip. He looked at me with hurt in his eyes, but I didn't give a damn. You don't kiss a girl forcefully and then expect her to sympathize with you when she kicks your balls.

As soon as I got away from his hold, I swung my hand and slapped him as hard as I could. If he was shocked before, he was more than stunned now. He was completely speechless. His cheek was red with a red imprint of my hand on his cheek and I smirked internally in satisfaction at my masterpiece.

"Who the hell do you take me for?" I shrieked. "I am not one of your w****s!"

I was getting angrier by the second now. How dare he do this! What does he take me for!

"W-what?" He stuttered.

"I saw you making out with some girl in this very place two hours ago. And now, you bring me here to make out with me as some sort of f*****g replacement."

His eyes widened and he had the gall to look guilty. He looked around nervously and didn't make eye contact with me for a few minutes. When he looked up again, I could see his face depicting a number of emotions, the prominent ones being pain and guilt.

"I am not one of your w****s, Harper. News flash and f**k you."

I was seething now. I was absolutely furious.

Before he could say anything else, I pushed him again one more time and ran away from the balcony. He didn't follow me. Good. I didn't think he had the nerve. And I would have kicked him in the balls if he did.

I rushed down the stairs and ran all the way out of the house.

I stopped only when I realized I was standing on the pavement with no mode of transportation in the middle of the night.

It was only then that I realized that my face was streaked with tears. And they weren't angry ones!