Property of Zayne Ventura [COMPLETED]

It was a mild afternoon when I got dismissed on my last class. I went to the place where I usually spend leisure time. Kingston Clubhouse There was nothing about its exterior to indicate that it was a clubhouse at all— for it was a hidden paradise for delinquent people. But within there, was an indefinable atmosphere. Inside this place, girls wearing just a piece of cloth that guys love to stare. Typical millennials. I casually entered the place and went straight to my usual table. While I was walking, I felt all eyes on me, but then I caught sight of something that made my heart stand still. I saw him standing near the stall not a dozen paces away from me. I don't know how long he had been there as I had heard nothing of his coming. Damn it. I was been tailed again for Pete's sake! I gulped when I saw him walking towards my direction. "What are you doing here?" he asked with a bit of irritation in his voice. "Enjoying myself and you?" I replied with greatest humor and tried not to sound guilty. "Watching you enjoy yourself," I turned away from him and grabbed a glass of whiskey on the counter. I ignored the ingestion drew in my throat. I felt him watching me from the back so I got a bit conscious making move. I dropped few glasses without realizing it until my sight began to get blurry. f**k. I can't get unconscious now. I have to get my ass out of here immediately! I felt an incredibly heat inside me and I just wanted to remove all my clothes. But of course, I'm not yet that stupid to undress myself in front of a crowd. I stood up. I ran to the nearest restroom and washed my face with cold water. I entered one of the cubicles and did my thing. When I was about to get out... "s**t!" I blurted out while still cussing inside my mind, "What the heck are you doing?!" He didn't answer, instead he violently pinned me on the wall and claimed my lips. He taped his body on me so I can't struggle. He started teasing me to open my mouth and when I had no plan obeying him, he bit my lower lip and I couldn't help but to let out a small scream so he got the opportunity to let his tongue inside, devouring every corner of it. Damn this f*****g asshole! I held against his nape until I laid a hand on his messy hair and on his hard chest. He uttered continuous cuss when I slowly stroke his chest. I smiled evilly to myself. This was what he wanted. His eyes were burning when we parted up. He kept me locked up in between his arms. "Were you trying to kill me with so much longing in you?" he whispered in a very low voice yet clearly in my hearing. His eyes seem like on fire having a gaze on mine. "Are you close to dying?" I asked in a bit of mocking tone. "Too close to death," he mumbled and hugged me so tight. "Please stop doing this, Alexa," he continued with so much difficulty. My heart seems to have pierced. Who would have thought that a man who's being treated like a saint by everyone is crazily in love with me? With a woman like me. I don't know how we ended up to this very complicated situation. Because in just a snap, he is madly in love with me. Even though I wanted to feel bad about it, I don't want to. Because at the back of my head, I love how he loses his sanity to me. ***