Chapter 3
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Kissing mom on the cheek and assuring her that I won't jump on any boy no matter how hot he is, I rushed to Ben place by taking the bus.
Wow, how rich is Ben? He owned the mansion with large swimming. Poor me was amazed by their rich lifestyle.
The moment I entered the party everyone was drunk and either dancing, swimming or making out.
I made a disgusted face and was searching for Emma when a very familiar face stopped me by coming in my way, with the signature smirk plastered on his perfect annoying face.
Guess who?
Liam Alessandro!
"You forgot to wear pants."
He said casually as he looked at me from top to bottoms with a smirk and it took me seconds to understand what he said.
Just one second to encounter and he already insulted me. Enjoy Ella enjoy!
The fact that how flawless he looked in a black T-shirt with a leather jacket and denim seemed to drip excessively.
It should be illegal to look this hot!
But I hate it that how people ruin their charming personality with bad words!
"Were you dropped on head when you were an infant?" I asked as bravely. I guess it Emma's good influence.
"No, why?"
Good question!
"So you are like this?" I asked but didn't add 'stupid'. Cause I don't want to die a virgin. Now do I? No, I don't.
"This is a dress. We don't wear pants with it." I said huffing and he looked at my legs intensely, making them tremble with the attention he was giving to them.
"It's too short." He pointed out with narrowed eyes.
What is his problem?!
"And how does that concern you? I am wearing it not you." I said sweetly.
Remember when I said I don't want to die a virgin? That should explain my sweet talk to bad boys.
"Whatever!" He said and then without any other work walk away. Huffing, I called Emma.
"Where are you?"
"Missed me." She asked making me roll my eyes.
"You bet."
I really do miss her. If she was with me right now. Her stupid sexy two years elder brother won't be bullying me!
"I am at bar. Come over." With that, I made my way to the bar area.
"Hey, hottie!" I said as I took in her appearance.
Though she was wearing full sleeves jumpsuit with no skin on show, she still managed to look so hot.
"Hey! You look sexier than in video chat. How many boys you killed till now." She asked smiling, hugging me.
"None."
"Never mind, we will kill them on the dance floor. What say?" She smirked as she took a shot of vodka and her face contoured a painful look and then a satisfied smile broke on her lips.
"Sure. Ain't you underage to drink?" I asked curiously. She is 17 like me.
"Yeah, but who cares." She shrugged and then asked a cute bartender for another shot.
"Slow down. Why are you not wearing the dress you showed me earlier?"
"My father and my brother are possessive as hell. So when they saw me in it they told me, I am not going out anywhere till I change. How f*****g traditional?!" She exclaimed angrily and then took in another shot quickly.
So after two more and total four-shot later my best friend was drunk and laughing like a maniac.
"Oh that explains his pants logic," I muttered and Emma looked at me confused.
"Ella here drink it. It makes you feel alive." She said excitedly.
If I feel alive this way, my mother will waste no second to kill me.
"Emma, I am 17. I can't. Let's go and dance." Thankfully, she nodded and we made our way to the dance floor.
All teenagers on the dance floor were reeking of alcohol and stinking of sweat.
Wow, how exciting!
Rolling my eyes and ignoring the awful smell, I tried to feel the music and dance with the rhythm. Whereas, my drunk friend was playing karate on the dance floor.
I was enjoying dancing when a push caused me to jerk forward.
"Poor, who let you in? This party is for rich kids."
Guess who is this?
Brittany aka Barbie b***h!
Wearing only a shiny golden b*a and short shorts, she glared and smirked at me tauntingly.
"Same person who let you in," I said and looked at her casually, who threw her disgusted look at me and ran to a group of boys or Liam's group. Of course!
"I can't stand these bitches!" Emma said in half sobered state.
"I want to kill them." She added.
"I am with you, so smile. It kills bitches." I said and next moment instead of smiling we both broke out in loud laughter.
Some people looked at us as if we are weirdos. Not that we are not weird.
Hey! But weirdos have more fun!
Emma and I continued to dance till a hand on my a*s forced me to turn. I looked in a pair of warm honey hazel eyes to pink lips.
Who is this handsome?!
"Hey, I am Sean and you are?" The hot stranger asked as he pulled me closer by my waist. He smells of woods and musk with a hint of wine. He is so tall and I had to jerk my head to look at him.
"Ella."
"Ella you are gorgeous." He said leaning forward and I blushed.
"Thanks." I continued to move with the beat of the rhythm.
I smiled but as his hands roamed on my waist, I felt really uncomfortable. So I pushed him away and walked off of dance floor.
No messing with me boy! No matter how sexy you are!
I felt eyes on me. I looked around but saw no one. I searched for Emma but didn't found her.
I walked inside the house and looked around for the washroom when suddenly someone pulled me forcefully in a dark room.
Horrified, I struggled to get free but was stopped as the lights switch on. I looked at the person who pulled me in only to gasp out loud.
Liam Alessandro stood in front of me smirking at me in p*****t manner. His eyes roamed from my face to bottom and then repeat.....
If it was my lover the situation would have been romantic.
But, it's Liam Alessandro.
Bad boy doesn't do good things.
So it's enough to scare me to my wits.
"W-What are you doing?" Instead of answering me, he closed the distance between us and placed his hand on the wall behind me, caging me between him and the wall.
My heartbeat raised and those silly butterflies started to do Zumba dance in my stomach.
"You look so beautiful..." he said in his silky smooth voice and my heart was fluttering with different emotions.
Remember when I said I don't have a crush on him anymore, I lied.
One sweet compliment and I melted in his arms like butter.
Guess who is pathetic and lonely!
Back to the situation, his one hand cupped my cheek and with his other hand, he pulled me by my waist to him....
"Tonight you look so irresistible...." his nose touched mine and I closed my eyes unknowingly.
A gasp left my mouth. I inhaled his smell which was like rain, grass and wood. Purely masculine!
Then slowly his lips connected with mine and the sensual kiss soon turned into a rough make-out session. I moved my mouth with his slowly trying to cope up with him. He pinched my mouth making me gasp and next second his tongue was in my mouth devouring it to his fill. His tongue clashed with mine for dominance and I submitted. When finally we were out of breath, he removed his mouth.
I gasped for air and looked at him shyly.
"Ella...." he said smoothly maintaining stern eye contact.
"You are not to talk to any boy or let any boy touch you." He said dominantly, staring deeply in my eyes.
What?!
"Who, when, why and how I talk to someone is none of your business, Okay?" I was angry at his outrageous controlling manner.
"Not Okay! If I see you with any boy, I will punish you!" He said in a low threatening voice.
But why did it sound so seductive?!
"And who are you?" I asked arrogantly with a left eyebrow raised.
"You are not to talk to any boy, kitten. The outcome will be really bad for him."
He said hissing and then added, "You are my entertainment and I don't share."
Entertainment....?
His word broke my naive heart. I pushed him but he didn't move an inch.
I gave him my first kiss like a fool and he called me his entertainment!
I won't cry! Not in front of him!
"f**k you!" I screamed and my eyes widened at the curse. I cursed for the first time and I feel bad.
"You wish," he smirked.
"You are not a bad boy, you are just a bad person," I said venomously.
"I am the worst, baby girl."
He said and pressed his lips again to mine. This time, just a peck.
"Remember no boys, Ella." With a glance at my lips and lingering look at my chest, he walked out.
I kept staring at the closed door for minutes.
He is a bad idea.
But the problem is.....
I like bad ideas.
- Writer
