Superstar's Girlfriend for Six Months

3. Trying to save my dignity.

Saint's Point of View

When I arrived at Elite club, I was already drunk. Jaden and Kyle dragged me there even though I didn't feel like going. I simply wanted to lay in bed and sleep for the evening. But those scumbags prevented me from doing so.

I was feeling something that I couldn't explain. My mind was racing with many different feelings, but none were pleasant.

God alone knows why I've felt this way since I met that arrogant bit**! Never in my life could someone have induced such emotions in me. She completely irritated me, but there was something more going on that I couldn't figure out.

Was it because she said she didn't know me? I didn't think there would be anyone in this country who didn't know me. So I honestly got shocked when she stated that. But is it really a reason to feel like this?

Perhaps it's because she speaks in front of everyone in such a way. No one had ever talked to me in that manner. I always got my way with anybody I wanted. No one ever dares to speak disrespectfully in front of me since my family is one of the wealthiest and most influential families in the country. People grew to admire and respect me even more once I founded our band and gained recognition.

For some people in this country, I am someone they could worship; I am their idol!

Therefore, how dare that poor sl*t insult me like that in front of everyone? What does she think of herself?

I initially believed she lied when she said she didn't know me. I only intended to tease her and force her to accept the truth. But I realized she didn't know who I was when she scolded me in the canteen.

I wanted to chase her down and slap her in the face to make her know what a terrible mistake she had made. Kyle, though, wouldn't allow me. He dragged me to the Dean's office. But I promise myself that I will get retribution for the disrespect I felt from that bit**.

I was at my mini bar at home, drinking alone and thinking of different ways to hurt that girl. I asked one of my assistants to find information about that girl. When Kyle and Jaden hauled me to Elite, I had not yet received his report.

I never anticipated seeing her there. We frequently go to this club, but I have never seen her before. Initially, none of us could tell that it was her. In that outfit, she looked different. I must admit, she looked pretty darn hot!

Despite her high and mighty acting in college, she is another cheap sl** who works for Elite!

As soon as I realized it was her, I could only think of one thing: getting back at her. Her name is Elena; I saw it on her name tag. Although it is a lovely name, eventually, you will even detest hearing your own name, girl! You chose the wrong guy to meddle with!

We were teasing her and getting on her nerves because we knew there was nothing she could do about that. We are VIP customers in Elite, and she is just a waitress.

But I was outraged when she spilt alcohol on my boot. Why is this woman so flawed? Why is she spilling stuff on me so much today? I knew it happened because Liam, one of my buddies, squeezed her a**!

Can she use that as an excuse to escape what she did, though? In Elite, waitresses frequently make flirtatious advances toward customers, especially VIPs like us. Liam and a couple of my other friends got confident to touch them that way, and the waitresses never objected. With my friends, some of them eventually wind up in private rooms, and this also occurs quite frequently.

Because we have a reputation to maintain, Kyle, Jaden, and I never act in such a way. When we are in public, it is never just about us as individuals; it is always about our band. However, that does not imply that we stay away from the girls.

We three are also players at different levels, much like Liam and my other friends. The only distinction is that we make sure the women we sleep with are reliable. To be on the safe side, we have them sign an NDA. The last thing our band needs is scandals involving women.

I don't see anything wrong with Liam and my other friends' behaviour, though. They made that decision, and those females accepted it.

In my opinion, Liam stroking Elena's butt is not a huge thing. Too little to accidentally drop a glass on my foot!

I was furious after what she did, and there was nothing else I wanted more than to make her embarrassed in front of everyone. I requested her to lick and clean my shoes because of this. She knelt down to comply with my request since she felt so pitiful and powerless. The way she was kneeling down in front of me was incredible eyesight. I don't know if it was because I was rather drunk, but while she was in this posture, I had other thoughts. Perhaps I should look for a partner to spend the night with! I thought as I felt the urge building up down there…

All of that changed, though, as Liam gave her another bum squeeze. When that bitc* stood up, she slapped me without thinking twice. She slapped me even though it wasn't me who squeezed her f**king bu**!

Crazy, arrogant bi**h! Not even my parents have ever slapped me like that.

It is my pride that she hurt! I have never felt this furious with anyone in my whole damn life. ! I swear I will make her life more miserable than it already is!

Elena's Point of View

I wriggled as soon as I realized it was that bastard Saint hugging me from behind. Yet he was too strong. He only needed to put his arm around my waist to control me. He was using his free hand to pull down the already unzipped skirt.

No!!! I am not letting you do this to me, you drunkard a**hole!!!

I struggled to keep my skirt about my waist while holding it in place with both hands. I used my entire focus on this, and he took that opportunity to kiss, suck and bite my exposed shoulders and neck. He will surely leave me with lots of marks on my body.

It took me some time to realize that he had his way with me despite my desperate efforts to keep my skirt from drooping.

I once again started to wiggle. This is the most helpless I have ever felt.

"Help, please! "

At the top of my lungs, I yelled. I don't want people to see me in this pitiful state, but there is nothing I can do. I really need help.

He moved his lips from my shoulders to my ear and murmured, "Scream all you want, but no one will hear you!"

Then he began to lick my earlobe, giving me goosebumps.

He was telling the truth. Nobody would enter the restroom section in the back of the club unless they actually needed to use the facilities. Also, our crew barely ever has time to use the restroom.

No matter how loud my screams are, no one can hear me because of the deafening noise in the club.

I can do nothing except beg him as a result. My pride must be preserved at any cost.

I pleaded with Saint.

"Please don't do this… If you want me to apologize. Just tell me I will apologize in any way you want… But… Please… Don't do this…." He used his tongue to toy with my ear while I was speaking.

"Wow! So you now know my name! That means you know who I am too!" he chuckled.

"Then you should know that no one in this country dares to go against me. No one ever even thinks of challenging me. But you slapped me. Do you think I will just let it go?" He laughed like he went crazy.

"I am gonna make you pay! You hurt my pride, and get ready to pay!!!" he screamed at me, and then the next moment, he held me in my arms and turned me towards him.

He tightened his grip around my waist and drew me closer to him, closing the tiny gap we still had.

His desire-filled gaze darted from my lips to my partially exposed breasts. He licked his bottom lip while keeping his gaze fixed on my breasts.

"I am sorry… Please… I know I was out of line. Please… I will do anything. Please don't do this!!!"

I made every effort to persuade him. However, I doubt that he even heard what I said. He was completely out of his head due to complete domination by lust and alcohol.

Before I could even think of anything, his lisp crashed on mine. He was kissing, licking and sucking my lips like there was no tomorrow. He tried hard to access my mouth, but I tried my best not to let him.

However, when he grabbed my left breast out of the blue, I gasped, making myself open my mouth. He made the best of the opportunity by sticking his tongue inside my mouth. He played with my breast over my bra with one hand while probing every nook and corner of my mouth with his tongue.

After a short while, he moved his hands to my bu** and began to caress and squeeze it over my skirt. However, he was too cautious not to break the kiss. He gradually lowered his hand to my inner thigh. When his cold hands contacted my delicate, exposed flesh, I noticed something different.

This was the first time a man had ever touched me in such a way...

I am a virgin, yes! Furthermore, he stole my first kiss too. I saved that kiss for the person I finally fell in love with. But this is not the time to worry about that; I have a bigger problem.

I know I mustn't feel this way, but I couldn't help. His touch, scent, and the way he pants were intoxicating. I felt something I had never felt as he kept kissing my lips and stroking my inner thighs. I was getting swept away in another realm, and it felt so damn amazing.

I bit my lip harder to suppress the moans from escaping my mouth.

How could a total stranger make me feel this good? I thought s*x should always go in hand with love to feel something, but it seems like I was wrong.

His hands began to go up my inner thighs toward my privates. I unconsciously buried my face in his chest since I was so weak and had no idea what was happening to me.

He brought his lips to my neck and began biting and sucking my exposed flesh. I even more deeply buried my face in his chest. He exposed his flawless abs by unbuttoning the first four buttons on his shirt. I wanted to suck and bite him as he did for me when my lips touched those abs.

I was forced to wake up from the fantasy I was experiencing when his fingertips began playing with my panty line to get access to that forbidden place.

What the hell am I doing? Why am I letting this man do this to me? Though his touch could make me feel something good, this is not right. I am not in love with this man; I hate him with all I have. He is doing this without my consent; this is rap*! How could I even let him take it this far?

I felt ashamed of myself. I never thought I was this stupid and vulnerable!

"Stop!!! Stop!!" I yelled, trying to catch my breath.

I lifted my head from his chest and started pushing him with both hands. But he was drowned in lust and sensation; I don't think he even felt I was pushing him. He was just enjoying my body the way he wanted.

I started to wriggle away from him while screaming constantly. But the man who was holding me was far too powerful.

Think!!! Think!!! Elena, your strength won't be enough to defeat him. Use your brain!

I grabbed hold of his hardened member. I felt it stab me continuously, realizing he needed me to touch him down there.

As I started unzipping his pants, he gasped. He grabbed my face from my chin and looked into my eyes. His rich, dark eyes were lust-filled to the brim. Never before have I seen eyes like this.

He crashed his lips once again on mine.

I felt disgusted for having allowed him to touch me in the first place. Even if I can't change what happened, I'll protect myself from this man's filthy hands.

I started caressing his d*ck over his underwear as soon as I unzipped his pants. Then I pulled his underwear down, causing his member to proudly pop out.

My fingers were violently trembling, and my heart was racing like crazy. As soon as my fingers contacted his gigantic manhood, which was moist, I thought I would die. I would happily drown in the filthiest drain than rub this a**hole's di**!

Still, I kept on massaging his huge monster. I was waiting for the best chance.

As I thought, my action made him moan in my mouth, and he loosened his grip on my waist. He seemed a bit relaxed now that he thinks I am willing to give myself to him. When I caught another glimpse of his face, I noticed his lips were slightly parted and his eyes shut.

His Adam's apple moved as a result of his forceful swallow.

Now is my opportunity... He is now left vulnerable.

I shifted my knee and gave him the hardest blow I could muster to his balls. He cried out in agony while crouching down and holding his crotch.

I seized the chance to collect my stuff and flee the restroom as quickly as possible.

I heard him cursing me from my behind.

After what had just happened, I was certain he would never leave me alone. But at that precise time, all I wanted was to defend myself. Later, I can deal with the consequences.

But would I behave the same way I did if I were aware of the impending consequences?

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Sneak Peek to the Next Episode...

"What the fu** have you done, Saint? How could you let your guards down like this? You have never touched a woman without consent, so what happened last night?"

"She irritated me to my guts! I wanted to teach her a lesson!"

"Now tell me, who has learned a lesson? You fu**ing dig your own grave!"

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"Can you please tell me what happened last night that made you quit Elite?"

"Nothing!"

"Am I not your bestfriend? Why are you lying to me?"

"Because even if I were, to tell the truth, there is nothing that people like you and me who are poor and helpless can do to change it. I've decided to put last night behind me and go on with my life."

"I don't think you can forget it that easily. Have a look at this clip! It has gone viral!"