Chapter 19: continuation 3

I am changing my mind. Although I do not like to gossip and listen to them, now I am ready to listen carefully to her. How the hell could she see the color of his eyes?

'Wait, are you sure you saw this guy?'

The silhouette of a familiar guy flashed through my head. Monsters never leave their victims. I seem to be too naive. This is what will destroy me.

'Well, I'm not blind, my dear,' said Miss Marvey, adjusting her hat on her head. From the house to which there are literally a couple of steps left, fervent cries of the guys were heard.

'Hey Austin, this is my porn!' Michael ran out of the hallway, chasing a guy who was holding a disc of indecent content in his hands.

'Get yourself a girlfriend, asshole!' The young man laughed.

Noticing me, he tossed me a disc and I, forgetting about the packets, in an act of instinct, released them, trying to catch this thing. Having successfully caught it, at the same moment I heard the sound of breaking eggs.

'Oops!' Stretched out the guys, guiltily examining what had happened.

Yellow-transparent liquid with pieces of the shell flowed out of the black bags, staining the paved path. Aunt Marvey stood where she was, shaking her head in disapproval. The reasons for this were good enough. 

Firstly, she saw in the hands of these young people a disc with indecent content. 

Secondly, an elderly lady heard obscene things with offensive words.

Thirdly, eggs and maybe other food products were dropped, which caused them to shatter, leaving behind a yellow mixture, which would soon turn into dirt. 'Inhale and exhale, Hailey. Calm down, everything's fine. Think about the beautiful,' Austin put his hands forward, noticing a formidable grimace on his pretty face, meaning that now the girl would give these two a good time.

'I'm sorry, Miss Marvey, but I think it's time for you to go,' I said, trying not to lose my temper completely.

'Yes, yes, I’ll come next time,' the woman in the hat confirmed, nodding in farewell and walking away from our yard. Throwing a disk in a black case on the asphalt, I stepped on it with my heel, turning it several times. The characteristic sound filled the entire yard until it subsided.

'Hey!' The guys objected, watching their things crack in half.

'What the hell have you done, Austin?' I shouted, pointing at the broken eggs. 'You broke our disk!'

'You broke our eggs, you idiot!' Once again stepping on the disc with my feet, I stomped on this place thoroughly. Michael nudged his friend's shoulder, pointing at me. While I stood with my arms folded across my chest. The guy ran up to me, bending down to pick up the bags with the rest of the groceries. Yellow goo dripped all over the bag, causing Austin to snort in displeasure. 'Ugh, what the hell is this?' The guy protested, shaking his hand from the liquid.

I giggled at this picture, covering my mouth with my palm, if only the guy would not hear it. Giving me an angry look, he hurried towards the house. Michael opened the doors, letting us in.

POV Author

Seven guys sat on sofas around a huge table.

'Get off me!' The guy grunted, holding out his hand to take an alcoholic drink. The girl quickly jumped off the blond's knees, walking away. The guys were sitting in one of the local striptease clubs. Here, as in ordinary similar clubs, girls trade their bodies. Naturally, there were those who only danced, not allowing themselves to be touched. But this was not a problem for the Darkness gang. Strong alcohol burned his throat, after which the guy set his glass of burgundy drink aside.

'I'm bored here,' James said, drawing attention to himself.

The language was slightly slurred, and the guy made a noble effort to pronounce everything clearly and clearly. But no one seemed to deign to raise their head to pay attention to James Foster.

Oli, because he was terribly drunk and had been sleeping for a long time, put his elbows on the table, and leant his head on top of them so that it was softer to lie.

Tyler, because he was having fun with a hot brown-haired woman, turned all his attention to her.

Steph, because he was sitting with a glass of strong drink in his hands, watching one of the strippers dance privately indecently.

Ron, because he had already gone somewhere with a girl, and Trajan, because he was kissing a young lady on his lap.

Dean lifted his head lazily, pulling away from his companion. The girl groaned in displeasure at the fact that the guy left his attention from her.

'Look how many girls there are for different tastes. Find yourself some and break away from alcohol at last,' the curly-haired guy advised, stroking the girl’s thigh.

The blonde looked up. His eyes literally expressed nothing but emptiness. The color of the rainbow turned from blue to more icy, giving goosebumps.

'There is no girl that I want here,' James found with the eyes of his interlocutor sitting opposite, who had already clearly turned his attention back to the brunette who was sitting on his lap.

'Are you sure? I thought that blonde was too hot, but you drove her away,' Dean glanced at where a slender girl was sitting near the bar.

The guy shouted, drawing her attention to himself, the young lady turned around, smiling sweetly. Dean waved his hand saying 'come here' and the blonde, getting up from her seat, went to the table where the Darkness gang were sitting. The girl straightened her wavy hair, throwing it to the other side. A short top emphasized a magnificent bust, and a short skirt showed the worthiness of a young person. Long, straight legs in high heels took confident steps towards James Foster. The blond raised his head, watching the gait of the blonde, whose name he did not yet know, and was not particularly interested in finding out. Rocking her hips as she walked, the girl undoubtedly turned on all the guys in the club, but not Jay. The guy was not interested in such frivolous girls, he was interested in achieving, and not sitting still, watching how different young ladies trying to take measures in order to only be in the same bed with James Foster himself, the leader of the Darkness gang. A completely different young lady hovered in his thoughts, everything was blurred, only a clear image of the girl he wanted remained rebellious and alcohol could not affect him in any way. The girl, without question, sat on her knees to Jay, wrapping her arms around his neck. Her lips touched his, demanding a kiss.

'There you are,' Dean sighed in relief as he watched the two kiss passionately.

A girl came up to their table, coughing softly to get their attention.

'Amelia,' the girl with the ponytail, shook the blonde by the shoulder, distracting her from Foster, to which she lazily raised her head. 'Mr. Erloz asked me to tell you to immediately go up to his office,' the girl continued quietly, obviously not working in this club as a girl of easy virtue or a dancer.

The blonde named Amelia rolled her eyes as she removed her hands from Jay's neck. The girl clearly did not want to leave and leave Foster alone.

'That can wait,' Amelia snorted, shifting her legs to stay in her position.

'But he said it was urgent,' the brunette lowered her head, unable to withstand the piercing gaze of the blonde.

'Listen, honey, you are his secretary, you told me, and now you can go. Stop getting on my nerves.'

James Foster watched this situation with rapt attention. Taking another sip of the alcoholic drink, he shifted his empty gaze to the brunette, watching her give up in a small fight with the girl who was sitting on his lap.

'Go,' the boy growled, unable to withstand Amelia's pressure.

'But, honey,' the blonde drawled, brushing her lips against his neck to make a kissing trail.

'I said go,' Foster pushed the girl away from him, lifting her off him.

'Okay, but promise that when I come, you will be alone,' the girl folded her arms over her chest, pushing one leg forward, transferring all her weight to the other. 'Go,' Jay growled, picking up a new glass of alcohol.

Snorting under her breath, the girl left with the secretary of Mr. Earloz, the owner of this nightclub.

'You know, Dean, who I really want now,' the guy drawled, as if he was thinking with himself, and not with his best friend. 'Hailey.'

'She is not available to you,' the guy laughed, realizing that this girl is not one of those who immediately throws herself into bed. 'Don't forget that she's not with you right now, she's with Josh.' James Foster clenched his fists, pursing his lips. Right now he was pointing to his sore spot. Hailey was not with him and it upset the guy, and what was most unpleasant was that she would not jump into Jay's bed, let alone allow herself to be touched. It needed to be pursued, and the guy was really going to do it. Rising from his seat, the blond kept his weight on the back of the couch. His head was spinning with alcohol and his eyes were dim from the sudden movement. The guy reached into the back pocket of his jeans, pulling out his cell phone.

'I'm going to call her now.' Jay held out his hand to warn his best friend. 'And then we'll take her.'

'Are you crazy? Hang up!' Most sober of all, the guy changed his mind, lifting his companion from himself to get up and pick up the phone.

If he called Hailey right away and reminded him of himself, then the whole plan would go to hell. After analyzing the whole situation, Dean snatched the phone from Jay's hands, stuffing it into his pocket for safety.

'Give me the phone, I want to pick her up,' the guy hissed menacingly and Dean was about to take the next blow, but Amelia jumped to their table in time. 'What's going on, honey?' The girl cooed, wrapping her arms around Jay's neck. 'Nothing, entertain your guest so that he finally forgets about the girl,' the curly-haired guy explained, sitting down again in his place and returning his attention to his companion.

A girl of easy virtue, part-time dancer of this club, frowned slightly, pouting her lush lips. She didn't like the idea that the guy she was after was thinking about another girl. She needed to change this and, with a sly smile, the girl proceeded with her plan.

Her arms wrapped around his neck as he pulled her closer to his waist. James's cold hands met the blonde's hot skin, and the girl squeaked slightly at the touch.

'Do you know that you are cold? You need to warm up, honey,' the girl cooed sexy in his ear.

'So warm me up,' the guy grunted, leaving hickeys on her neck.

The girl groaned at the mere thought that there was very little left to carry out her plan.

'Where is the free room?' James fixed his eyes on the girl, brazenly reaching under her short skirt with his hands.

'Let's go.' Amelia jumped off his lap, taking his hand and guiding him along. And while they were doing dirty things, James Foster first thought of another girl when underneath was a sexy blonde whose name he still can't remember. Jay thought about the girl he really wanted. And the alcohol eclipse left only a clear image of Hailey.