This man is vile. How he could even think I would consider sleeping with him is beyond ridiculous.
It’s at times like these that I wish I’d brought my phone with me. At least then I could call Drake for help. It pisses me off that I only have him to help me, but I know for a fact he would be pissed at this guy for daring to speak to me like this.
“If you knew who my boyfriend is, you wouldn’t dare speak to me like this.”
He starts laughing and pulling my hair away from my neck. “I highly doubt that for a second.” He then places his mouth on my neck. When I struggle, he grips my arms. “Now, now, come on. This is the sort of thing that happens at parties. Whenever I have one, it’s a free-for-all.” He starts pulling me around to face him. “Now, turn around and kiss me like a good girl. The more you struggle, the more I’ll like it. Just a word of warning.” He growls in my ear, and it sets me off struggling more than ever.
“Get off me, you pervert.”
He places a hand around my mouth, but I bite him. He starts grunting in my ear. “You fucking little vixen.” His hand starts moving down towards my breast, so I struggle even harder.
“Let go of me!” I scream.
He starts to laugh again, but then I feel him being yanked off of me. Turning, I straighten myself out and look toward my saviour. It’s Drake. I can’t help the huge smile that spreads on my face at his presence. He’s not smiling, though. He’s absolutely livid as he holds Charles by the scruff of the neck.
“Meet my boyfriend,” I say to Charles. I watch as his eyes widen in fear as he looks at Drake. He starts to shake his head.
“If I had known, I would never have—”
Charles has no time to finish that sentence. All too soon, Drake is dragging him out into the garden before starting to punch him over and over again. I hear Charles sob and protest his innocence, but Drake isn’t listening.
“You ever go near my fucking girl again, I will not hesitate to cut your hands off. Do you hear me?”
“Yes!” he screams as Drake kicks him. “I promise I won’t even look at her. I swear I didn’t know. I’m sorry. So, so sorry.”
He looks up to where I’m standing, but he’s not looking at me. He’s looking past me at something or someone. “Get this fucking scumbag off the property before I kill him.” I feel someone brush past me and see it’s one of Drake’s men. He picks him up and starts dragging him around the side of the house. “If I ever see you within a five mile radius of this house, I won’t hesitate to end you. Do you hear me?!” he shouts.
“Yes,” Charles answers in an almost wail. The man looks pathetic as he hunches over, blood pouring onto his bright white shirt.
As Charles disappears, I turn my head towards Drake and admire the chest-heaving beast before me. His fists are clenched, and his jaw is tight. I can tell he’s livid. I can tell he’s nowhere near done. For some reason, looking at him right now has a fire raging. I want to run into his arms, straddle him, and kiss that anger out of him.
“Are you okay?” he asks me.
I nod my head, and with a breathless whisper, I answer, “Yes.”
He’s still standing there, and the urge to go to him is becoming unbearable. He won’t move, and I can guess the reason being is because he’s still so pent up with rage.
But, like always, I can’t help myself when I’m around him. More often than not, I want to run from him, but tonight is having the opposite effect. Tonight, I realise that Drake—as usual—is my saviour. Whether I like it or not, he’s always there for me, protecting me the only way he knows how.
So, my body does the thinking for me and moves, gliding towards him effortlessly. Once I reach him, I throw my arms around his waist. He’s unmoving at first, and I can feel the anger pouring off of him in waves. But when I snuggle my head into his chest, I feel him wrap his arms around me and kiss the top of my head.
Smiling, I look up to him and see the smirk he returns to me. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”
“Thank you for rescuing me.”
He silently laughs under his breath. “Baby, you don’t realise this, but I’m protecting you all the time.”
I frown. “What is that supposed to mean?”
“Nothing. It’s just the type of people your family associates with.” I watch as he looks towards the house in disgust, and for some reason, it has an effect on me that I can’t comprehend.
Biting my lip, I watch him staring out towards the house. Then, I get a whiff of his scent. I close my eyes and feel when an ache pulses through me. Suddenly, everything about Drake is heightened. The feel of him against me. The touch of his hands around my waist. The smell and look of him are driving me wild. His brown eyes are orbs of fire mesmerising me. I can’t seem to take much more.