A few minutes later a young looking guy in guard outfit approaches us with a flirty smile fixed on his lips and his eyes running on us up to down.

"Today must be my lucky day that I get to have three most beautiful girls in front of me. Ladies, this guy is at your service." He bows slightly.

"Shut you trap Peter and shows us our way." Grace snaps at him rolling her eyes.

Huffing, he turns to me, "And who might be this new chick?" I shrink away from visible lust in his eyes.

Sydney grabs my hand in reassuring way, "You don't want to know, trust me. Now take us inside before I loose my patience." She grounds out.

Raising his palms up in surrender he points at a certain direction, "Alright alright, you have to go through this way but seriously, is she a new addition to your circle? I don't think I've seen you around here before, I could never forget a face like yours." He directs his last sentence to me with a wink and I resist an urge to cringe.

"Yes she is our friend but most importantly she is King's girlfriend."

The guys looks at Syd like she just used a foreign language, "King's girlfriend?" Then he starts laughing hysterically as though we've made a joke of year but stops abruptly when none of us give in. A look of realisation sets in, paling his face and he curses, "Shit! You are serious?!"

Grace mutters under her breath, "Fortunately."

Twisting his body a body a bit toward me he pleas looking like an fumbling mess, "I'm sorry for all my inappropriate words Miss. I'd be really grateful if you don't mention anything about this to King."

Sydney smiles mockingly, amused by his sudden changes, "We will think about it, now remove yourself from our way, will you?"

"He will fucking kill me." Speaking to himself, he lets a string of curse before walking away.

Impressive!

Romero's name is enough to send him away when other warning didn't help. Though I know Romero is not any saint, I also don't think he is this scary. Sure I have witnessed few of his rage filled moments but I have not seen him loose it. He once told me that I have no idea how he is when he looses control. I can't help but wonder how bad it really could be.

"What a pussy! Come on." Nodding, I follow Sydney and Grace till we reach inside the club.

I can't help but admire the interior of it. The whole place is illuminating with dark red light, creating a feel of sensuality. A slow, seductive voice is echoing around the dance floor where few couples are dancing intimately. Some people are on couch spread throughout the left wall looking comfortable with drinks in their hands. This place is beautiful in its own unique way.

"I think boys are not there yet. So why don't we enjoy few drinks until then, huh?" Sydney is looking at me, probably wants to confirm if I'm okay with it.

I agree with shrug, "Sure why not?"

I can handle few drinks, can't I?

Approaching the bar she orders us some drink that I don't name of. Bringing it in front of us she raises the glass, "To Akira!"

Grace doubles her words, "And for her achievements!"

I gulp it down feeling a burning ache in my throat as it goes down. I cringe and gag a little. Momentarily I feel as though world is spinning around. Then I smile, the burn feels good and when a rush of adrenaline flows in I feel like I'm flying. I take another and then another.

When I pick up my fourth one Grace grabs my hand stopping me, "Whoa! Slow down girl. It's your first time."

She then wince outwardly when realizing how exactly her words sounded, "Fuck! That was weird." I laugh along with Sydney.

Syd bumps her him with mine and shouts over loud music, "Wanna dance?"

That's when I feel him.

Romero

My whole body is automatically notified of his presence. He is coming toward us, I know it because I can feel his burning gaze and increasing heat on my body.

I shake my head at Sydney, "Not now." She looks over my shoulder and offer me a sympathetic smile before disappearing in crowd with Grace following her suit.

I bring my glass to lips but it swatted away from me and next second I'm forcefully turned out to face his angelic face. Only it is twisted in a negative expression. He looks angry, no, that would not do justice, furious is the word that suits perfectly for him.

"What the fuck you are wearing?" He snarls pulling me closer.

I think my earlier drinks are showing their color, "A dress. It's pretty, isn't it? And it doesn't even make me look like naïve, stupid or prude, right?" I ask batting my lashes innocently.

"The fuck is wrong with you woman? You are talking nonsense! Come with me." He starts pulling me off my seat.

I dig my heels stubbornly on the ground, "Don't be spoilsport, Romero. Live a little, Baby!" I exclaim, raising my arms for effect.

Grey eyes flashing dangerously, he opens his mouth, "If you don't come with-"

"Excuse me sir?"

We both to find a girl dressed as waitress staring Romero with an undeniable lust and invitation. Her breasts are most distracting as they are almost popping out of her blouse, "Do you want me to get your room ready for you?"

What room?

And ready for what?

The man against me stiffens, "Did I ask you to?" His voice is low, deadly and controlled.

Under his unnerving gaze she squirms, "No sir but I thought-"

"Get the fuck out of my face!" He growls making her flinch.

I gasp and the poor girl, she looses all color of her face before she sprint off somewhere.

I give him my most disappointed glare, I could muster in my drunken state, "You are so rude. You should apologize to her." I grumble but I'm not sure if I really want him anywhere near her predatory eyes.

"You are fucking drunk. What you need is to listen to me-"

I cut him short, "Don't cuss at me! I'm celebrating my selection, I'm allowed to drink. I'm having fun! So don't spoil it for me like you did earlier!" I snap getting irritated.

I'd like to think that my words hurt him but I can't be sure for his eyes turns lifeless, "Fine! Then have fun with your fucking drink!"

Dropping his hands off my arm he walks away from me. As much I try to convince myself it does not hurt but it hurts. So much I find it hard to breath properly. I want him to come back just fight me, hug me and kiss me. I want him to shake some senses in me and drag me away from with him.

Why did he have to give up just like that? Why couldn't he argue a bit more? Why didn't he force me to listen like he does usually? Why the hell my heart is still burning for him?

He just had to say sorry one more time and I'd have forgiven him. I know I would have. But instead of that he gets angry on me when it should be other way around. He has nerve to turn this all on me when he is one who did wrong here.

Gripping my abandoned glass, I drink it empty, savouring its burn that is helping me to keep my mind off my insensitive boyfriend.

He can go to hell for all I care!

"Akira?"

I feel someone sit next to me, on turning I find Adam looking at me with a surprised face, "Adam."

His grin is not as attractive I thought, "Damn girl! I almost didn't recognize you. You look fucking hot, baby."

I try not to show my displeasure when he calls me baby because I absolutely hate it. "Thanks, I guess." I reply to his unnecessary comment.

"Why are you alone?"

None of your business, I really want to shout at him instead I show him my empty glass, "Drinking."

"You don't mind some company, do you?" Without waiting for my answer he takes a glass before gulping it down.

"By the way, congratulations. Syd told us about your selection." He says touching my arm.

I shift away from his touch, murmuring, "Thank you."

Feeling Romero's eye on me, I peek around and my own eyes connects with his grey one. He is staring me blankly but that doesn't has my heart pounding, it is the two beautiful, model like girls sitting beside him. They are saying something but his attention is solely on me.

He doesn't even spare them glance when one of the touches his arm, just shrugs it off. His eyes challenging me to feel what he is feeling with Adam next to me. They are daring me to go and move them away from him; to claim him; to show them he is mine.

And damn if I don't want to remove them physically and violently away from him, far from him.

Adam turns to find the source of my attention before sneering menacingly, "So he dropped you off huh? And looks like he already found someone to replace you. I bet he even has his room ready for tonight. It has been so long since he last indulged here, he must be missing the thrill of new pussy every night. I surely would."

All I could hear is 'his room' here and its use.