Haiden Cross What the hell was she doing? Was she really trying to make me have a boner in the middle of a fucking party? I gulped, jaw clenching painfully as I pinned my eyes on her sexy ass swaying to the music. I wished I was the one behind her, holding her firmly against me as I grind onto her. While she grinds onto me. I should be the one, not her. I groan lowly in my throat. My tongue snuck out to lick my lower lip and I swore I could taste her. I watch as her waist circled and I pictured fucking her there and then. She was lucky there were others here, if not she'd be on the floor with my cock hitched inside her deeply. She was playing with fire. She very well knew that with the way her eyes teased me from across the room. My dick twitches and I grit my teeth. Did she really have to be this beautiful and alluring? Couldn't she take it easy on me and not watch me with those beautiful eyes of hers while she was dancing like that? My eyes scanned around those around her and my fist clenched when I noted that it wasn't I alone she seemed to draw towards her. She was like a magnet and she didn't even notice. She lifts her hand and touched her neck, all the while looking at me like a seductress. Then she trailed her finger down to the space between her breast. My mouth watered for a taste of her as I watch the sweat glisten on her body like tiny diamonds. My eyes stayed glued on her, refusing to shift even for a second. I sucked in a sharp breath when her lips curl into a grin. She fucking knew what she was doing to me. She knew she had me in the grasp of her palm. Making her have so much power over me wasn't good. My fingers itch to just go over there, bend her over and fuck her like there was no one around us. I could ride up her leather dress or finger her until she creamed them thickly. Or I could- Someone stumbles unto me and liquid soon spills on my shirt until I could feel it cling onto my skin. "Oh my God, Haiden I'm so sorry." A feminine voice apologized quickly with the tone of alarm. I looked down at my wet shirt, glaring at the alcohol drenching it. What the fuck was in that alcohol, why does it have bits in it?I sent a sharp scowl to the brunette who spilled her drink on me. "Get the fuck away from me." I growled irritated and snap my eyes to Arabella. She wasn't looking at me anymore but at Gwen. I sighed, I suppose I could just leave her here with Gwen for a couple of seconds to clean up. If that stupid friend of hers makes anything happen to her, I'll have her pay the price. With that thought, I left and headed upstairs quickly so I could come back to her sooner. Finding a bathroom wasn't that hard which was surprising considering the size of the house. I flicked on the light and shut the door. I groaned as I looked down at my shirt. Whatever drink that girl had smelled strongly of alcohol and something else I couldn't put my finger on. Sighing I took the small dry towel on the counter and started cleaning the mess. The sound of the door opening and the loud gasp made me whip my head to whoever walked in. Bella. I'm shocked at seeing her this close. It has only been a few days but it felt like years. "Bella-" I staggered as she threw up on my jeans and shoes. Well this wasn't how I imagined our first talk would be after the day I hurt her. I say Karma's a bitch and she kicked me right in the ass. ____________________ Arabella Rivera "Fuck." Haiden curses and looks down at his ruined shoes and jeans. "Sor-" I retch and run to the toilet bowl. The lid was closed which I nearly made a mess on if it weren't for my quick reflexes. I threw up into the bowl, my nose feeling assaulted by the smell of puke and the alcohol I had consumed moments ago. I heaved, my heart pounding because of the panic I felt at the moment. Then all of sudden a hand touches my shoulder, warm and comforting. I stiffen, breathing heavily. He rubs my back, saying soothing words he shouldn't be saying right now seeing that I was supposed to hate him. "It's going to be okay Bella. You're okay." He whispers. I breathed out shakily, his touch affecting me more than it should. "Could you not?" I pleaded, eyes blurring as I held my emotions in. He was too near, too real. "Please." I pleaded when he didn't pull away from me. I fucking hated that he made me feel this way. He ruined me.I hiccuped, crying as I gripped the edge of the bowl. "Just leave me alone Haiden." I cried. "You were doing a fine job for days now," I grumbled and heaved again while trying to shrug off his touch. No more alcohol for me, it was proving to be an even bigger devil than Haiden Cross. "I can't. I can't leave you alone." He confesses lowly. "No matter how hard I fucking try, I can't stop coming towards you." I cried while getting the last of the puke out. I hated the bile taste of it, the way it soured my mouth and consumed my taste buds. And I hated that Haiden had to see me like this. How fucking embarrassing. "Shhh baby-" "Don't call me that!" I gritted out. He had some nerve after what he said. He thinks just by comforting me while I puke my guts out would be some sort of an apology from him? Did he really think I'd forgive him so easily? Men were disappointments just waiting to happen. I'll not hope for a fairytale because there was no such thing. "Bella....." He drawled, voice heavy with worry and regret. I sighed, and shrugged off his touch while rising to my feet. They were still wobbly, probably because I was now weak from vomiting all I had eaten hours prior. I flushed the toilet, looking at the bowl blankly. Then turned. His eyes are worried, features tightening in regret and hatred. For who, I didn't know. With Haiden, I never knew. But I couldn't utter a word, not yet at least. I walked over to the sink wordlessly and opened the faucet. I washed my mouth from the taste of puke and gurgle some mouthwash I found in a draw. Spitting out the minty liquid, I lift my head. Our eyes clash through the mirror and my heart roars. He hadn't said a word. Just silently standing there while looking at me, while I tried to pretend he wasn't here. It was like he was giving me space to absorb what had just happened knowing that if he spoke, he'd ruin it. Then my eyes scan down to his jeans and I remembered that maybe the reason he didn't leave yet is that I had literally puked on him. My eyes drop in shame. "I'm sorry, for puking on you." I apologized and reached for one of the dry small towels that were on the counter. I wetted it under the flowing water. I turn to Haiden."I'll help you clean up. It's the least I could do." I smiled awkwardly. He nods and walks over to me. I cringe at seeing so much puke on his jeans.I began to clean up the bile on his jeans." Bella-" He starts again, almost pleading. I shook my head and pushed the towel under the water. "Don't." I interrupted him. I wring it and then kneeled down so I could clean up the puke better. He sucks in a breath and my eyes snap up. They are heated. Very. And as my eyes fall down to his crotch, I could see the outline of his cock straining in his jeans. "Are you seriously getting a boner while I'm cleaning off vomit from your jeans?" I lift my eyes to his and raise a brow. He breathes out sharply, biting his bottom lip as he leaned his palms on the counter behind him. "It's been like this from the moment I set my eyes on you tonight."