He fucked up.

Like always.

Staring at the girl sitting opposite of him, he tries to find his girl in her because she is not really his girl at the moment. She has turned herself into someone else just to prove him she's not naive or embarrassing like he thinks. She couldn't be more far from the truth and there is no one else but he is at fault. He is the one who drove her to do something he knows she'd never do.

His Ray is just too pure for a fucked up place like this, too pure for him and his dark word. Anyone in this fucking room can see just how special and unique she is.

And fucking hell she is his!

He aches to go there and pull her in his arm, away from all the prying eyes. He wants her captivating eyes, her attention solely on him. He craves for her body, her heart and her soul to entirely belong to him and he won't settle for anything less. He wants to take care of her, be everything she needs but seeing her sad is like bullets piercing his black soul.

He deserves to bleed for being the reason of her sadness. It's as if every time he tries to keep her away from his darkness he ends up hurting her.

What the fuck is he supposed to do?

His body trembles with uncontrollable fury when the fucker touches her. He wants nothing more than to break every single bone of the bastard's body. His beast trapped inside is crawling the wall of its cage, fighting to take control and show everyone who she belongs to. He so fucking wants to give in and let the beast take over just to teach every fucker eying his girl a lesson to remember for lifetime.

But he also knows that, that would scare his girl away, for good and he can't let that happen.

Ever.

So using every ounce of force he tries to subside the beast. He struggles, it seems an almost impossible task to push back the beast when it comes to his girl. The beast suddenly silences for a moment after seeing his girl cringing away from that fucker's filthy touch. It gives him a great pleasure that she is repulsed by any other males advances.

Though he knows his beast is silent but it only needs one wrong move and no one, not even him, would be able to control it. Like a storm, it will not stop until it has its beauty back in his arm.

Until it claims her back!

......

For next few minutes my mind is fuzzy from the newfound revelation. With alcohol running in my system I struggle to work out all the information, Adam has just provided me. The rest of room turns blur and I find myself in a dark, empty place.

I go over all the points to get everything straight.

One, he owns this place.

Two, he has a private room here.

Three, he probably used that room to fuck a new girl every time.

I don't know how this all should make me feel but I know for sure it's in negative.

I wonder if this is the reason he didn't want me to come here?

It explains why he didn't tell me anything about it, he probably thought he could keep it away from me.

Ha!

To bad for him. I eventually would have found the truth.

This is a fact about truth, it cannot be concealed.

Feeling a need to go for washroom, I stand up, wobbling a little and excuse myself from Adam who just nods incoherently, engrossed in a blond girl.

Aware of his eyes following my every movement I pass by dance floor, avoiding myself from bumping anyone. Out of no where Sydney appears in front of me, startled I gasp lightly.

She might as well attack me for the effect!

"Where the hell are you going? Come on babe, join us." She tries to catch my hand but I shift away, shaking my head in denial.

"Maybe later. I am going to washroom."

Scrunching her nose, she shrugs turning her eyes into slit, "Fine but when you return I won't be hearing any of your excuse."

Forcing a chuckle I nod, "Yeah okay. Enjoy yourself."

Moving past her, I reach for my destination before locking myself in an empty stall.

A minute later, when after shorting my body's need out, I raise my hands to open the door, a female voice stopes my notion, not exactly the voice but name she utters.

"Oh, my God! I still can't believe King is back here!"

"Yeah me too. He hasn't been here for a long time. I was kind of missing his presence." Second one voices.

"I heard rumors about him getting a girlfriend. Looks like they are just rumours or why else he would let us sit with him."

They are the girls who were with him earlier. My every violent nerve stands up in need to explode. I itch to go out and pull them by hairs and tell them that I'm his girlfriend and he is mine.

Mine!

"It would be a disappointment for I haven't even tasted him." It's the first one.

The second voice lets out satisfied laugh, "But I have. It was the best fuck ever. Though he has an unvoiced policy of one time hooking, I would beg if it could get me his dick again."

I feel sick.

My stomach coils painfully. I palm my mouth to not vomit all over me.

"Was he that good?"

The other one scoffs, "I can't even begin to describe it. Though it was hard and fast, the man has it in him, he gave me my best ever orgasm."

The first one sighs dreamily, "If only I could have him too-"

I zone them out and bend over to throw up when it becomes impossible to control. It is too much to hear all this and not react. I could not take it anymore.

He has a past. I am aware of it, hell everyone here is aware of it. But I didn't expect it to hit me this hard. The sickness I feel is much more than what I've ever felt before. My heart is so tight that I fear if it is going to crushed.

Hearing them talk about him like he is some kind of sex God is like a punch of reality.

A reality of the boy who I claim to be mine. He is the same boy I'm in so much love but at the same time he is nothing like the boy I love. I realise I don't know him at all, the only things I know are what he wants me to know.

I can now totally understand his need to keep me away from it, hell if I could undo I wouldn't even come here. I now understand his fear of what would happen if I'm to meet one of his past.

I'm facing it and it is repulsive to me, it is making me want to run away.

I know better than to hold someone's past against him but it's hard to not when faced with it and see its real ugliness. Not for the first time I question my ability to take all this horridness. All my instincts are telling me to run, to get away from here before I am in too deep; before I loose every bit of myself.

But it's already too late, isn't it?

I am already in too deep into him to just leave everything.

Way too deep.

When I'm sure they are not outside anymore, I slip out of the door. Approaching the mirror I stare at my reflection, I don't like it. Though it's the same image I saw earlier before leaving my room, there still is the same confident and hot looking girl but she is not me.

Her eyes are not as bright as they used to, she looks fake, a pretend and I'm no fake.

Washing my face carefully without smudging my makeup, I sigh. After tonight, I would try to not become the girl in mirror again.

I exit the room and come to face to face with the torment of my heart.

He reaches out to touch me and as if burned, I step back. His face, unreadable but eyes filled with concern, for me, "What's wrong?" He demands.

Oh he has some nerve.

Infuriated I just shrug and try to move but he clamps my arm and pulls me back.

"Tell me dammit!" He bellows, shaking me.

For some reason all my heartache, sickness and pain transforms into an irrational anger toward him. I guess I'm still pretty drunk.

I shove him away, shouting, "You and your flashy past!"

This time I'm certain I see hurt in his enigmatic eyes before he could hide them.

I don't wait to dwell on it or my words and move past him toward dance floor. I'm still that mirror girl until tonight so why not enjoy it.

'Cheap Thrills' start blasting and my legs itself starts moving before my whole is shaking with the every beat of rocking song. With a heart aching and head spinning I let go of all my rationality and start dancing all my worry off.

A rough hand suddenly grips my waist, pulling my body toward a hard body and starts grinding.

What the hell?

Before I could even blink my eyes the unwanted heat is forcefully removed from my back, followed by loud collected gasp of horror.

The music goes off and on turning around I find a guy on the middle of the dance floor. I gasp when I see his nose bleeding profusely. The guy doesn't even get a chance to stand up and is attacked by someone.

I jump back seeing that someone is Romero.

My Romero.

He is punching and kicking the guy like manic, the guy couldn't even defend himself against his attack. His face is morphed in a rage I've never witnessed before.

No!

He is not my Romero, he is someone else.

He is King.

Slade, Luke and Lucas go to stop him but they also struggle to get a hold of him.

Jesus!

The other guy is not even reacting but that does not stop him, he continues with torture.

It's not until Slade says something in his ear, his fist halts on mid stride.

Then his almost black eyes snap toward me.

I flinch, unable to digest the foreign look in them.

It is lust of violence!

A thirst of blood!

A hunger of a beast!