“I've fought through a bitter life since I last heard your voice.” — Heathcliff Earnshaw.
We finally broke away, absolutely bewildered and I glanced at Cole who looked strikingly flabbergasted. Adrian was apparently speechless, while Jeremy looked tense and uncomfortable. The person I had just kissed, retaliated slowly, wiping his swollen lips. I was still clouded by a haze surrounding my sight, and I couldn’t think straight.
“Who's throwing the party now, Cole?” A sinister grin slipped on his facial features, his lip warping into a sexy smirk. It was the time to call it a night. But hey, I was going to be in his room so, no, didn't want to call it a night. But now that the party was directly up Cole's shoulders, the game was over. What was he thinking?
“I am, but, I don’t understand.. You hate eachother. Yet it was….” Cole's mouth was hanging open, and he was still stumbling through his vocabulary for words. By the corner of my eye, I saw Jeremy abruptly stand up, his face etched with a foreign emotion. Something I couldn’t comprehend. He bid us good night as fast as he could, making his way to his room before closing the door shut, leaving three of us alone in the drawing room. Woah?
“Guys, I am so shocked. It seemed so real and not like a dare at all. I mean, how many days have passed since me and my girlfriend haven’t made out like this?” Adrian widened his eyes, to emphasize his surprise at a situation like this when Roulette casually shrugged his shoulders, cocking his head to the side.
“I don’t know. Maybe, forever? You aren't that much of a good kisser as I, Vega.” His tone haughty, sardonic even and Cole couldn’t resist rolling his eyes while the guy he addressed faked a frown. Hey, why had I not participated in the conversation yet?
“My dudes, this can wait. It’s already late and Jeremy has gone to bed too. We can continue this when we hit the club tomorrow evening.” I intervened calmly, despite the fact that I still hadn't recovered from our passionate moment and was just doing my best to show it had no affect on me. “Hear, hear!” Vega raised his whiskey glass, striking it against our future party host's glass.
“Absolutely fellas, I agree. Because it's about time for me to go sanitize my mouth.” I watched him glare at me without any apparent cause, before he disappeared in his room. What the fuck was wrong with him? I felt humiliated at that comment, as I followed suit, slamming the door shut behind me, leaving the other two guys to themselves.
“Are you fucking serious?” A menacing growl escaped from my mouth, as he turned towards me, scoffing. He rolled his eyes profusely, not even once trying to reply me or give any sort of comeback. “Yeah, roll your eyes. Maybe you'll find a brain back in there.” I spat, making him fixate his intense gaze on me, clenching his jaw. This dude needed mental help.
“Seriously, you need to back off. Sleep on the bed. I'll take the couch.” His anger was quickly replaced by some unwonted politeness and he walked towards the windows, drawing the blinds. Anger rushed through me, while I watched him approach the bed, taking off his belt. Maybe it was the alcohol or an impulsive decision that made me speed towards him, grabbing him by the throat.
“God, you disgust me.” I seethed through my gritted teeth and before I knew it, he had me pinned on the bed beneath it, fury blazing in his features. He was going to beat the shit out of me. I threw back my head, my blood pulsating in my veins, accepting the inevitable. I tried to prop myself up with the elbows, but he had already boxed in me, his palms digging in the mattress.
“I hate you. I hate everyone who engages themselves with you. And I hate everyone you’ve ever met.” The bed sheets swirled beneath us, and the next few moments were a complete blur of throwing hands and legs at eachother. A pang of hurt settled at the pit of my stomach, knowing that he did hate me.
“And I hate you too, you fucking idiot.” The heat that emanated from his body made it difficult for me to sound real and convincing, but I did it to my level best. Haunting grey eyes stared back at me with an unreadable expression, as his hands grabbed both my wrists, pinning me on spot. “No, you don’t. But you wish you did.”