Chapter 12

I don't understand that man at all and most importantly, I was surprised everyone knew just… Everyone. Alexandre knew Andre and Claude also knew Andre. Maybe if I met the other ones, I would have said the same thing.

It is like someone coordinated the meeting. I snatched the bottle of beer angrily from the guy's hand and gulped half of it in one go with my eyes closed. I grimaced at the taste.

"You certainly don't like beer and didn't have the chance to taste it," Andre finally said. His expression was completely warm and flirting from the one he showed me earlier. He took the other seat next to me and I was between Claude and Andre.

"It tastes like shit."

"How do you know how shit tastes like?"

I gulped the other half considering carefully my other words but my mouth decided to take matters into its own hands. Even in a V-neck t-shirt and jeans, he looked like the cover of some fashion magazine for men.

His broad shoulders were wide clear and his muscular arms glowed under the dim light. I don't think I can win a fight against him. Andre flashed a cocky grin.

"Like what you see, my Love?" he whispered near my ears, making sure the others didn't hear but I wasn't sure it was the case.

"I've seen bigger ones," it was the case. Back in the moon, there were servants who had the sole purpose of hefting weights and changing the structure of the city. They had wider arms but they didn't glow.

"I don't like seeing your face. It gives me the urge to vomit."

Andre smirked with confidence belonging to someone who had already owned the world. I excused myself leaving the sixteen eyes that followed me until I disappeared in a corner behind. I didn't feel good staying.

I decided to spend some time organizing my thoughts and leave quietly. I didn't want another threat from his mouth. It was already hard resisting him and keeping myself at bay from pulling his eyes. They didn't look like eyes; they were observing me with the intent of hunting.

I washed my face, cleaned my make-up and drank water from the tap. My reflection in the mirror was such a disaster; my hair was in a mess, my mascara all ruined, no lipstick left, and my expression all bad.

The dark circles under my eyes looked like holes drawing me in and the light made my surrounding like the setting of a horror movie where an unexpected assassin would come out from one of the doors behind me. I shook my head and everything returned to usual.

I jumped when a door opened and a girl came out after vomiting; she walked ready to fall and left after glancing at me. It was certainly creepy. Why did I imagine the setting of a horror movie?

I thought Andre would be waiting for me outside but he wasn't. I was with Andre and a bunch of hot looking guys and I didn't want to attract any more attention. All of a sudden, an idea struck my mind.

Why would I wear make-up to appear beautiful while I could clear chase them off with an ugly face? Removing make-up for girls was equivalent to showing their imperfect side. However, I was as bad as I thought I would be. I sighed and returned outside, calculating the fastest way to leave the bar.

"I thought you would do that since your absence started growing late," I whirled and saw Samuel leaning against the wall. "The others are quite waiting for you. Don't you think that it's quite rude to leave in the middle of a happy moment?"

"I don't feel well and I am happy to see someone from the group," I remained as professional as possible. "Can you tell them I am returning home? I don't think I can keep up, I feel dizzy."

"I don't run errands for people and I won't for you. You can do it yourself," he put his arm around my shoulders and pulled me back to the group.

I felt enraged and angry. I wanted to leave but I felt shackled. What do they want to do with me? I don't feel well and I want to go home. My tears bowered in my eyes, threatening to come down. With a discreet hand, I wiped them.

"You look better without make-up. You feel like someone who just got out from bed," Claude handed me a cocktail.

I took a seat, this time, next to Andre on the other side, getting further from Claude. Andre was the only safe place at the moment; he wouldn't hurt me. I didn't do anything bad. I swear…

It isn't my fault I met those guys or they came to me. I swigged the cocktail, not interested in sharing their talks. The three guys were quickly swept by girls to the dance floor and we were left alone.

Claude lost interest in me and I was satisfied with that. An arm wrapping around my body pulled me to his side, closer. He was closer like the last time. Will he threaten me again?

"Don't worry! They won't hurt you… Nobody will," he landed a kiss on my neck. "You smell nice; something about you is different and I find it charming," his teeth touched my skin but they didn't bite.

I clenched the glass in my hand then relaxed slightly. He didn't threaten me and I was worried he would do so the whole night.

Oh my God! When will I go home? His hand moved slightly over my chest, enjoying his night. I quickly put the glass on the counter and hit his hand away.

"I will go home. I don't feel well."

"It might be for the best; you don't belong here so Don't return."

"I just wanted to relax and have a good night before heading back to work but I got the opposite," I smiled, my tears returning. "Good night!"

"I will walk with you."

"Don't bother. I can do it alone. It's not like someone will kidnap me."

"Come here," he stood up and offered his hand. "Come out from your comfort zone and let's have a good night. You are my wife and the wife listens to the husband."

"You said we didn't have anything to share."

"Indeed but I am saving you. You don't know my friends better than I do. Let's dance after that you will return."

I grabbed his hand roughly but he didn't budge. I hate doing something against my will.

My body stood rigid in the midst of all bodies shaking around like worms wriggling and twisting. I blushed catching glimpse of a couple kissing. Andre crossed his arms watching me and on the other hand, I returned my eyes to him.

"Will we stand like this the whole night?"

"I never did that before… I mean it's not my cup of tea… my bottle of beer," I giggled. "I don't feel like it and it's embarrassing… I have weird movements."

"Just begin, I won't laugh at you. I promise."

I moved my body slowly at first, taking a hint of anything he did. I was aware of his presence. His arms wrapped around me for a moment and we were one against another, moving at the same time, breathing the same air.

His hands caressed my cheeks softly and he put his lips on mine. Strangely, I welcomed him accepting his advances.