“It’s you, Ev. It’s your outfit.” He speaks up in a forced tone.
“What’s wrong with it? Does it really look so bad that you guys won't even talk to me, let alone look at me?” I question them. Hurt is apparent in my voice.
Lucas launches forward and takes my hands in his while making eye contact. “Nothing is wrong with it. That’s the problem. It looks so good on you that it's making us look at you differently.” He tells me in a sympathetic tone.
I look him over trying to process the meaning of his words. When it hits me, like a train, I stare at him and then the others in disbelief.
“So you guys are ignoring my existence because my outfit makes your dicks hard?” I deadpan.
A mix of “yup”, “basically”, and “unfortunately” come from the group.
“Jesus fuckin’ Christmas. You guys are ridiculous. Fuck it. I guess it’s better late than never to do this. I thought we had more time but apparently not.” They all look at me in panic as I inch closer to Ryon to my right. Mere inches from his face, I grab his head and smash my lips to his. I pull away and smile sweetly while gently patting his cheek. I move onto Lucas next, he looks like he’s about to shit bricks. I place my hand behind his neck and pull him in. Another quick kiss and I ruffle his hair before passing onto James. He looks at me passively. To really add to the effect, I straddle him with my hands resting on his shoulders. His hands awkwardly land on my bare thighs. He gulps before nodding. I lean in and give him the full experience. A wet, hot kiss. I pull away and eye him over.
Returning to my seat, I look over each of them before asking, “So does anyone still want to fuck me? This is your chance.”
They all stare in horror while shaking their heads to signal a unanimous no.
“That’s what I thought. Now get over yourselves and give me back my friends!” I almost yell. We all slowly start smiling which ends up in a group hug of laughter.
Ten minutes later we pull up to the back entrance of Chaos. Entering, we find employees hard at work setting up for the night. James takes off towards the DJ booth to ready his set, Lucas goes to the doors to discuss matters with the other bouncers, and Ryon gives me a soft kiss on the cheek before parting ways to make sure the bar is stocked and prepped. I couldn’t do this without them. Truly. I head toward the dressing room to see my girls.
As I enter, I find them all in their booths putting the finishing touches on their looks. Tonight is going to begreat. We do a run through of routines and what’s to be expected for the evening. I check in with each of the guys to make sure they are ready. Before I know it, the doors are opening and the club fills with patrons.
Music bounces off the walls as bodies fill the dance floor. Knowing my work for the night is done, I head to the bar and find an open seat. Motion to Ryon, he continually feeds me alcohol like the fiend I am. After several shots of vodka my senses are muffled. With a wicked smile painted on my lips, I head to the dance floor. I move like a snake through the crowd until I find the middle of the masses. My body moves with the rhythm of the music. Bending down, I touch my ankles and slowly slide my hands up my legs. As they come to my upper thighs, I stand up and glide them upwards caressing my curves until they are above my head. Suddenly, my body makes contact with a large figure. They wrap their arms around me before mimicking my movements. I reach back over my shoulders, putting my hands around their neck, and continue to dance. The smell of the ocean fills my nose and I know exactly who it is.Blake.We move with one another while I take notice of how his muscles move against me. He feels like a wall of muscle pressed into my back as we continue to move. Eventually, I turn around to face him before repositioning my hands back around his neck. He’s wearing a dark hoodie with a kevlar vest and mask.
The music changes to “RUNRUNRUN” by Dutch Melrose and we continue dancing along to the beat. It’s not until the lights flash that I pick up the details of his mask and the color of his eyes. I’m frozen as I stare in shock.Fuck.
“You heard the song…Run, Little Siren, Run. Run for your life. I’ll tear out your heart, it’llalwaysbe mine.” He says in arhythmic kind of way but his playfulness is lost on me as I take in the situation. He is here, in public, and wants to chase me.
Don’t have to tell me twice. I take off through the crowd, dodging bystanders left and right. Carefully avoiding the attention of my men to not cause a mass shootout and ruin the night. I keep dodging him. Every time I think I’ve lost him, there he is within reach.
“RunLa Sirena. We both know what will happen if I catch you.” I nod.
“You’ll kill me.” I state.
He chuckles and says, “Oh, I’m not going to kill you. I’m going to eat you alive. You’re mine, Everly.”
I shake my head no. I refuse to let him in my head again.
“We are inevitable. Don’t you see? No matter how far you go, I’m always there. No matter who you fuck, you can’t escape me. I’m etched into your soul like a tattoo on skin. So run Little Siren, run to your heart’s desire, but know that I’ll always find you.” He says this with so much conviction I am frozen in place.
Every moment we’ve ever had comes flooding back at full force. Before I know it, I sprint through the crowd again. Away from him and his destruction. Sliding behind a corner, I creep down a hallway until I secure myself in one of the staff bathrooms. Panic takes over. I throw myself into a stall and pull my legs up so they aren’t visible from below. The bathroom door opens and closes with a bang signaling I’m not alone. I control my breathing while the intruder comes and goes. I wait a few minutes before leaving the stall and locking the main door. Walking to the sink, I rest my weight on the edge and try to come up with a plan.
All of that goes out of the window when I look up in the mirror to find Ghost standing directly behind me. I nearly scream but he closes the distance between us before I can. His body pressed flush against my back, I struggle to breathe. “Slow Down” by Chase Atlantic plays in the distance.
“So how’s Blake Mikaelson?” He asks out of nowhere. I stand stunned. I completely forgot about him up until this moment. He’s probably looking for me.
“He’s none of your business.” I glare at him.
“If only you knew. You are my business, Little Siren. Have your fun, use him when you have an itch to scratch, but admit that you crave me. The hate, the control, the passion. You crave all of it. You need it.”
“You know nothing about me.” I shoot back.
“I know that you bounced on his dick like a crazed woman, all to the thought of me. Tell me, did he satisfy you? Was his cock enough to make you cum? Did he know how you love to be devoured? Did he put his hand around your neck like you need? Did he call you a good girl for taking him so well?” I’m practically panting at his words.
“Stop. Please stop.” I beg. He brushed a piece of hair over my shoulder and gently kissed the place between my neck and shoulder. I close my eyes and lean my head back on instinct.
“Never. You need me, Everly. Admit it.” He presses against me further. His hands wrap around my body until his hand comes up to circle my neck.
