Chapter 30 Party Time
Vanessa
Sometimes, I make unnecessarily rash decisions.
I manage to get a place - a studio apartment - on the outskirts of town, on the far west of the MoonVeil Pack. The moment I step into the small room, I know I've made a big mistake.
The walls are painted in ugly yellow colors that seem to reveal the inner, sorrowful soul of the painter. I knock twice on the walls and it echos back at me, mocking and taunting.
A small mattress lays on a wooden frame, big enough to barely fit one person and adjacent it is the bathroom, at least it's clean enough.
I plop down on the bed and almost regret it instantly - I almost fall through with how weak it is. Letting out a loud sigh with my eyes trained on the web-covered ceiling, I wonder if my absence would've been noticed by now...or maybe not. Being unwanted has never been a new concept for me for a long time now.
Xander will be so furious right now. That's what he gets for being a mean bitch. I roll over, drifting off in a somewhat peaceful slumber.
For the next few days, my only activities of the day are; sleep, wake up, bathe, eat or go food hunting, sleep, and the cycle begins all over again.
There's nothing more to do or keep me entertained since I purposely left my phone at the mansion to avoid being tracked down.
It's day five of my solitude and moping around in this excuse of an apartment won't do anything remotely positive for my mental health.
Lifting up from the bed, I shower and dress quickly in a simple pair of black jeans that hug my frame tightly, pairing it with a light blue, long sleeved shirt with loose arms, and of course, my coat.
I pass buildings, looking from left to right and giving wary glances at every individual I pass by.
As freeing as it is to be here, I still need to be careful. This town is a bit desolate, and within it's four walls are citizens who's looks and talks make you want to turn in the other direction.
It's almost a dumpster for some are ex-convicts, others are neighborhood bum who have nothing better to do that smoke and sniff all-day long. I won't lie and say I've considered running back a few times, but as long as I don't make anyone uncomfortable or raise suspicions, I think I'll last.
Loud music reaches my ears and I search for the source of the sound. When I find it, I walk faster and then, right in front of me is a large building with a neon purple sign that reads; Club Euphoria.
A little giddiness fills me as this is my first time at a club. I step in and a mix of different scents hit me; the sickly sweet scent of women's perfumes, sweat, cigarettes. Every person here is occupied with one thing or the other.
A body bumps into me and I'm about to protest but he mutters, "Sorry" laughs, and staggers off. His breathe stinks of alcohol and even his eyes are glazed over like he's high.
I save my breath and prowl forward. No one's going to ruin this night for me.
Signaling for the bartender to pour me a drink, I seat myself on a stool and enjoy the show. The music is so loud my ears start to ring, sweaty bodies gliding against one another in a sensual whisper and I think I even hear moans from somewhere close.
A body plops down beside me and from my peripheral vision, I notice a tall, blond man with light blue eyes. He's dressed in a simple white tee and black sweatpants that mould to his slim build.
He notices me staring and I dart my eyes away quickly. I feel him lean closer and whisper into my ear, "Wanna dance, señorita?" he asks in a thick Mexican accent. I instinctively move away, a little surprised at my discomfort with his sudden proximity.
But I don't refuse his offer. "Sure."
Together, we move to the dance floor and groove to the music like we have no care in the world.
At some point I get so lost in the moment and the blond and I are laughing, until a familiar feeling makes the hairs on the back of my neck prickle.
Then I feel him.
"Leave," he commands the blond in front of me. I don't know what the blond man sees but his face goes a little pale and without protest, he disappears.
This little shit! How dare he ruin my good time?
I try to turn to give him a peace of my mind but he's quicker, and stronger. He cups my jaw and rests the other hand on my hip.
Then he leans down to whisper into my ears, plastering himself to my back, his hot breath fanning my face. "Firecracker, you're in big trouble."
An involuntary shiver courses through me and I almost feel his smirk. I try to wiggle my way out of his hold but it only presses me harder against him and I conveniently feel the hard, rigid contours of his semi-hard cock poking my lower back.
I don't know maybe it's the few drinks I've had or the atmosphere here, but I find myself grinding against him which only tightens his fingers around me.
"Vanessa" he growls, holding my body still to stop my movements, but it only makes me more relentless.
"Xander," I whine, grinding more furiously. He hisses and slowly starts to move against me. Within seconds, we're now dry humping in the middle of the dance floor but no one even pays us any mind as they're all occupied with even worse things of their own.
He angles his cock until it nestles against the cleft of my ass thrusting against me. I feel my wetness dripping onto my panties and I can't stop.
"Don't think I won't still punish you for running and making me worried, firecracker." He pants. Instantly, his words click and I remember I'm not even supposed to be here with him.
What the hell is wrong with me?
Suddenly, I rip myself away from him so hard I stumble forward but thankfully didn't crash into anyone.
I look back to see the wild look of confusion on his face. His pupils are blown with arousal, the outline of his fully hard cock now prominent in his tight pants. My pussy clenches but I ignore it and run through the string of bodies scattered around, bolting out the door when I find the exit.
I'm rounding the corner of the alleyway of the club when I crash head first into a hard chest.
Strong arms bound around me and I hear a chuckle, "Well, well. Look who it is."
Ah shit.