She's bold. She isn't from Richmond either, I would have recognised her. Plus, no one would be caught dead coming up to me if they were from Richmond, besides Alex.
Her gaze is almost teasing and predatory at the same time and I can't help eyeing her. I turn my head back to Alex asking him if he's okay with this, using my eyes.
“Whatever you want, I'm down,” he tells me cheekily and I smirk.
“Come on,” I tell her, retracting my hands from Alex and pulling her closer to my body.
My hands move to her waist and her hands are around my neck while Alex is still behind me, wrapping his hands around my waist. It starts off sort of stiff, but soon all three of us meld into a dance, like a threesome.
I rest my head in the crook of the girls face and my eyes wander back to Juliette who looks…furious. Her face is red and at this point, she's stopped dancing with Adonis. My first instinct is to stop whatever this is and run to her…until I see her kiss Adonis.
Her back is to me and I feel like I could pass out from the sickness I feel right now. I feel my chest aching, like someone just stabbed me in the heart. Screw this.
Instantly, I play her game back, planting my lips on the girl I'm currently dancing with—she wastes no time reciprocating and I feel Alex whimpering behind us.
“Let's find a room,” the girl mumbles against my lips and she detaches from me, leaning over and kissing Alex too.
He looks dumbfounded and entranced, but most of all, he looks turned on. He instantly nods and I find myself doing the same, in half mock excitement and half actual excitement.
I mean come on, a threesome with two hot people? What a good way to piss Juliette off.No!I don't care about that, I only care about moving on from whatever we had.
All three of us rush toward the stairs in between the countless drunk and annoying bodies. We walk upstairs, touching each other and kissing until we reach his bedroom.
The perks of the party being at Alex's mansion is that we get a whole big ass room to ourselves and no one can kick us out.
When we enter the room, I immediately fall onto the bed and feel the girl—whose name I literally still do not know—climb on top of me.
“I wanna taste you,” she tells me in a husky tone.
“Yeah,” I groan, hiking my dress up and watching as she goes to work, pulling my panties to the side. Her tongue is empty; it's not agonizing and it doesn't feel like hot torture like Juliette's does, but I try and forget about that.
I beckon Alex over with my fingers and he comes to the side of the bed instantly, his jeans completely strained by his bulge. I look at his eyes for confirmation as I hover my hand over his jeans and he nods.
“Touch me,” he practically whines, unzipping his jeans and letting his cock spring free.
He's big; maybe around eight inches. I instantly begin running my hand up and down his cock and I fake a moan, feeling the girl suck on my clit.
I imagine that it's Juliette's tongue inside of me and that manages to send a ripple of heat in my stomach, but it's still not enough. So, I decide to forget about it by enveloping Alex's cock in my mouth, but before I can, the door flies open.
It's Juliette. Her face and eyes wide as she takes in the image of us. Her fists are clenched at her sides and I've literally never seen her look so…dangerous before.
Chapter THIRTY-THREE
J u l i e t t e
Heat.Fire. Fury. It's coursing through every vein in my body right now. Am I getting a fever? Or do I just have the will to kill someone right now? Even exhaling is a mission at this point, because I can't manage to breathe, not when I see what is in front of me.
Adaline—on Alex's bed, with a girl in between her legs.
Well, the girl is standing up at this point. Alex is also…zipped up. They both instantly recoiled when I walked into the room. They're smart, I'll give them that; because if I saw anyone’s hands anyway near the same vicinity as Adaline, I would have to cut them off. No, I'm not exaggerating, I've broken someone's hand before for touching her. Maybe it's not the same thing, but still, the consequences would be the same.
“What the fuck!” Alex is frazzled, considering the blush on his cheeks.
“You two,” I say, my tone dangerously calm as I gesture with my hands to the two people I'm going to break very soon. “Get out!”
I can't even look at Adaline right now, I'm unable to meet her eyes. I'm just focused on calming my erratic heartbeat before I do something so obscenely violent that I scare Adaline away forever.
“This is my room,” Alex sputters in response and his confident façade is laughable.
