Hellish Obsession

Chapter 2

Ave almost jumped when the phone in her pocket rang. She took it out and answered it right away. "Ethy. Where are you guys?"

"We are all still dancing. But, I saw the jerk leaving a minute ago. Did you make it?" Ethy Allen, her best friend, sounded concerned.

"No." A long sigh signalled her frustration.

After a long minute of silence, a lively smile was heard on the other end. "Ah, it's okay. Come downstairs. Let's have fun. b***h, it's my bachelorette party." Ethy said, the music thrumming loudly through the phone speaker.

Ave tried to smile. "Yeah, b***h. I am coming." With that, she hung up and stepped out of the darkroom. Settling her clothes, she landed on the first floor and shifted her gaze at the dance floor.

There, the drunken people, her friends, were dancing on the northern lights; beneath the dry-ice smoke swirled an array of blues, acid greens, hot pinks, and gold. The music played over the floor as if it had intertwined with the bodies.

It was her best friend Ethy's bachelorette party. She was getting married soon, to her boyfriend. But because of this freakish plan, her mood was already spoiled.

"Heck you, Drake!" She cursed underneath her breath, assuming no one heard her, but apparently, it was loud enough to make the guys standing in the corner stop talking and turn to catch a glimpse of her.

Well, not all of them, the man in black didn't bother to spare her a single glance, he continued drinking his wine while others stared at her with their mouths wide open.

"Woah?" She snorted at his misconduct, however, she couldn't miss his charm at all.

He was a man of any girl's dreams, having thick, tousled dark brown hair. His lips were so alluring that any girl on the earth would jump to taste them. He had a strong and defined face, features that looked like they were chiselled from granite with a moon just lower behind his ear, a few stars on a side of his neck.

Ave managed to snap out of the fascination as she noticed the girl beside him elbowing and whispering something with a soft, mysterious smirk.

Irritated, Ave didn't feel like wasting time, so she looked away, trying to find a place to sit and relax peacefully. Her friends would just have fun in the dance floor without her. Finding the mini bar, when she turned towards it, a wheezy, cackling voice rose from behind, stopping her pace. "Hey, there."

She took a deep breath and turned to take in the direction from where the voice succeeded. Having the tattooed guy staring at her, her lips slowly parted. His savage and cunning pitch-black eyes that perched above his hawkish and hooked nose pinned Ave with his gaze.

"Yeah?" She questioned in the response.

He gave her a shivering smile as he pulled himself up and his long legs moved towards her, closing the distance between them in a flash.

She could smell the alcoholic scent of his breath when he leaned close to her. "Free tonight?" He queried in a whisper.

And... From here, it started.

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Author's Note: Everything is my imagination. It's a fantasy book. It has nothing to do with reality. So if you read lizard holding fork and knife, eating dinner or... talking, You can't complain.

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