Chapter 26

The young man sat silently on the bench, not reacting to Dean's psychos. His lips curved into a smirk as he looked at the boy. Evil eyes flashed lightning, the voice was too hoarse and rough, and the muscles all over the body were tense.

'Do you think I'll always run after you? Yes, I fucked up doing this, thinking that you need me! You left me here, trading all of us and me for Foster's father. I doubt if you ever loved me.'

Evans rose from his seat, getting dangerously close to the curly-haired boy.

He took away his personal space.

Dean shut up, breathing loudly, trying to calm his breathing. Nathan stared firmly into dark green eyes, saying nothing at all. His palm rested on Dean's cheek, his thumb softly tracing the contour of his lower lip, he cast his glance at his lips, after which he licked his tongue with his tongue.

'I think that will answer your question,' Nathan whispered, leaning closer to Dean's face.

He pressed his lips softly to his, running his fingers through her curly hair. Twisting a lock of hair around his finger, Evans tugged it lightly, getting his favorite moan in return. The kiss deepened as Dean pressed his lips closer to the boy's, weaving their tongues together in a passionate kiss.

'I needed you so much when you left, Ney,' Tonri whispered, touching his forehead.

'I always leave,' Nathan admitted, looking into the curly-haired boy's emerald eyes.

Meanwhile, the living room was completely relaxed. There was already less alcohol on the table, which can be said about food. Beats of music filled every corner of the room, penetrating into the blood of people. Hailey danced with Foster in the middle of the room, laughing merrily as the alcohol was already inside her, as was basically everyone else in the room.

Nick rose from the couch, taking a bottle of whiskey with him. He walked past James, purposefully heading for the exit. Before he could get out of the living room, Miller felt a strong grip on his arm. The guy turned around, glaring menacingly at the blond man.

'Where are you going?'

'To Rosie, the poor girl is sad, I guess,' Miller shrugged, looking through Foster at Hailey.

Mackenzie frowned at what they meant by that pretext. Rosie, after all, was her friend, she was not pleased to hear this in her direction.

'She's having a mess with Dean,' James reminded him, blocking his view of the girl with his body.

'Are you serious? It seemed to me that Dean had already found someone to fuck tonight. I don't think Nathan will let him near some woman.'

Nick turned around, leaving the loud room. Foster returned to Hailey, pulling her around the waist.

He buried his nose in silky curls, slowly lowering his hand lower.

'I don't want you to hang out with Nathan. You know who I'm talking about, right?' The girl nodded her head in agreement, understanding what kind of guy they are talking about now.

'Is he a bad guy? Same as you?' The brown-haired woman with a red shade of hair giggled, burying herself in the blonde's neck.

'I just don't trust him, baby.'

'Okay, I promise I won't bother him.'

'Hey!' Foster was indignant, hitting the girl on the ass with his palm. 'Come with me.'

James took Hailey's hand, pulling her along with him. Grabbing an open bottle of whiskey from the table, he hurried to the exit, stopping from time to time, because the alcohol had affected Mackenzie's body too much, which made her stagger around and often stumble on her own legs.

'Where are we?' The brown-haired woman asked, barely climbing up the high steps after the guy.

'We'll have our own party, angel.'

They made their way up the stairs and down the corridor, where Foster tried to find the right room with his eyes. Noticing a suitable door, the blond opened it, finally revealing his room. He shoved Hailey onto the bed, closing the door behind her.

He took a long sip of whiskey from the bottle, eyeing the girl on the bed with a predatory look. She pushed herself up on her elbows, putting all her weight on them.

'And where is the promised party?' The brown-haired woman asked, licking her lower lip with her tongue.

James plugged the speaker into his phone, playing The Weeknd - Often. Then he walked over to the bed, holding out his hand. Hailey grabbed her hand as she rose to her feet.

'Let's dance, right?' She took the bottle, taking a sip of alcohol, slowly starting to dance with herself.

Foster chuckled as he stepped aside to watch the brown-haired woman. Her hair flowed from every action, and the girl herself smiled with her eyes closed, fully feeling the melody with her whole body.

Feeling that they were staring at her, Hailey put the bottle on the cabinet, after which she approached the guy quite close, putting her hands on his shoulders:

'Dance with me,' it sounded like a question, and Mackenzie herself couldn't tell exactly with what intonation she said it.

'Good,' the husky velvet accent cut into his ears.

The young man put his hands on the fragile waist, approaching so close to the young lady that he completely entered Hailey's personal space. The music changed to another, rather calm one, changing the atmosphere in the room.

Their bodies swayed from side to side to the melody. Muddy blue eyes looked into brown as their owner made a small confession:

'You know,' she bit her lower lip, not knowing whether to continue talking or not. 'I like you when I'm drunk.'

The boy laughed, leaving a smile on his lips. The hazy blue eyes changed color, becoming pure blue. It was so wonderful to see him really happy.

'I like you too.'

'Only when you're drunk?'

'And when sober too.'

The girl smiled, closing her eyes. James immediately dug his lips into hers, causing her to gasp loudly in surprise. He turned the girl on her back towards the bed, without breaking the passionate kiss, to which she answered.

He lightly shoved her onto the soft mattress, immediately covering her from above with his body. The brown-haired woman wrapped her arms around the man's neck, feeling large heated palms on her body. A low, inarticulate growl left the boy's lips as the young lady bit his lower lip, pulling it back slightly. Leaning his elbow on the bed, he held his weight, and with his other hand he traveled along the girl's delicate body, sinking lower and lower. Squeezing hard on the backside of the red-haired brown-haired woman, James received a heavy sigh from Hailey's lips in response.

'I want you so bad,' Mackenzie whispered softly, arching her back as Foster kissed her neck, his soft lips wandering over her.

'Are you sure you won't hate me in the morning?'

The blond man stopped his actions, rising up to look into the eyes of the brown-haired woman, which were cloudy and slightly covered from alcohol intoxication.

'I always hate you.'

James growled loudly, quickly moving the girl to the middle of the bed, then moved her on top of him, slamming her onto his thighs with force. His fingers moved under the shirt, squeezing the thin fabric in his hands. He easily pulled a piece of clothing up, accompanied by Hailey's raised hands, which helped to quickly remove this excess item from her body.

Foster quickly removed his T-shirt with a little help from the girl, flipping two pieces of fabric off the bed. Mackenzie put her hands on the man's chest for support, feeling dizzy. The guy very carefully slid his palm up, rising to the bra strap. His predatory gaze was focused on the top of the underwear, afraid to make any sudden movements so as not to frighten the girl.

It was so damn difficult for him to restrain himself, because it was the first time he had such accuracy and slowness.

The brown-haired woman groaned from male inactivity, moving her hips back and forth, creating some kind of friction.

'Don't do that,' James growled, removing two straps from the woman's shoulders while the girl was distracted by his voice.

Her gaze still could not focus on the blue, darkened with excitement, eyes. Pictures all the time blurred before her eyes due to alcohol intoxication.

'Why?' Hailey tilted her head slightly to the side, feeling the man's fingers unfasten the hooks on her bra.

'Because you're so fucking beautiful that I can't resist,' the boy whispered as he tossed the thing aside.

His mouth was slightly parted, and his eyes were even blacker than before.

Strong arms pulled the woman's torso down, completely touching her bare chest. Their lips joined, passionately gaining momentum in the kiss.

Foster rolled the girl down under him, soft kisses down her body.

'Do you really like me, Miss Mackenzie?'

'Yes,' the brown-haired woman groaned, feeling strong hands that squeezed her chest and soft lips in the lower abdomen.

'Excellent,' Hailey closed her eyes, plunging headlong into complete ecstasy.

Deep night covered the corps of the group, closing the rest of the eyes and ears to small whispers, other people's affairs and plans. The brown-haired man sat in the right building in the kitchen, softly tapping the wooden table with his fingertips. His expectation was long, but he needed to finish the job in order to officially put a bold dot on it. The front doors opened softly from the street, enough to hear it in complete silence. Muffled footsteps moved closer and closer, they could be heard literally near the kitchen, until finally a dark silhouette appeared in the doorway.

An awkward silence fell on both people, when one nevertheless uttered the cherished words: 'Sit down, we need to talk.'

'What do you want?'

'Sit down,' the boy growled softly, more commanding than pleading.

The black silhouette advanced in the doorway, taking the next chair that stood beside the young man.

'I'm listening to you.'

'I need your help.'

'I'm not going to help you. Dig into your own shit.'

'Are you sure?' Eyebrows flew up when the guy heard a clear refusal.

'More than that,' the black silhouette snorted, folding his arms over his chest and leaning back in his chair.

The young man clenched his jaw as he slowly rose from his seat. He came close to the interlocutor, laying one hand on the metal rim of the chair, and the other on the surface of the table. This gesture seemed to show that there was nowhere to run.

'You will do what I tell you,' the guy leaned close enough to his ear, threateningly delivering his speech. 'Otherwise, not only Foster will know your secret, but all of London. Your worthless body will be thrown into jail if you're lucky. Well, in other cases, your boss will simply send you to the left building forever.'

'You don't know anything about me. You can safely shove your threats into your ass.'

'Interesting, interesting... So, Joe Hamerson, do you really expect to finish your case with Hailey Mackenzie?

'What the hell?' The guy furrowed his eyebrows, surprised only by what he heard.

'What do you choose? Finish my job by kidnapping this girl and then giving her to me, or rot like a fucking dog under a fence?'

'I'll help you,' Joe replied through gritted teeth, looking angrily into his interlocutor's face.

'Just excellent. She should be at this address tomorrow evening,' the young man said, placing a white note on the table in front of the guard, and then quickly left the premises.