Chapter 2: Mack

I went to take a piss just to get away from all the stares and judgmental looks in the other room. I was trying to find the loo, getting lost in this huge apartment, when I heard a scream. The noise came from the room opposite. I stopped for a second and waited just to be sure that I wasn't being paranoid.

"Get the hell away from me. I said that I don't want you to touch me!"

"Shut up and get down on your knees. Your sweet mouth is going to suck my cock," said a strong masculine voice behind the door.

"No, let me go, arghhh..."

I barged inside the room, not wasting any more time. The woman sounded like she was in distress. My eyes swept the room quickly. A guy that I had seen earlier on was holding a petite woman by her wrists, close to his chest. He lost his pathetic smile when he saw me.

"What the fuck do you want, mate? This is a private party," he snarled, not letting go of the girl.

"You're hurting the lady," I stated, staring straight at the dark-haired woman who was trying to move away from that asshole and looking pretty frightened.

"She's fine, mate. Get the fuck-"

I was next to him before he had a chance to draw another breath and finish his sentence. I fucking hated assholes who didn't respect women. Maybe this was rash and impulsive, but I threw a punch and he went down, crashing against a small chest of drawers. My knuckles stung, but hell, I was ready to beat the shit out of him. He just needed to continue to provoke me.

"Did he hurt you?" I asked the woman, who stood shocked and frozen, staring at me with her mouth wide open. I'd gotten mixed up in someone else's business again. This wasn't good. The woman shook her head, while the guy on the floor cursed a few times, trying to get up.

A few seconds later another man appeared at the door, the one that greeted me at the entrance.

"What the hell is going on in here?" he shouted, spotting the asshole on the floor.

"This imbecile was trying to force the lady here into something that she didn't want to do, so I took care of the problem," I told him.

"She wanted my cock, Harry, and that asshole fucking hit me!" shouted the guy I had tried to teach a lesson only a second ago, obviously without results. He was bleeding, but I didn't care. The shithead needed to be put in his place.

Harry looked furious.

"Gavin, you have crossed the line this time. I'm done with your bullshit," Harry said and started dragging the idiot away from the room by his collar.

I exhaled when the asshole was out of my sight. I shouldn't have gotten involved in this kind of mess when I had more important things to worry about. Someone had dropped an invitation on my doorstep and I'd contemplated for some time if it was the right thing to do to attend. I was frustrated, fucked off by the situation that I had found myself in. Endless hours of surveillance and preparation were for nothing and I figured I needed to take a break, ease the tension.

"Th-thank you," stuttered the woman, glancing at me. I finally remembered that she was still in the room. When I looked at her my dick twitched. What the hell? I hadn't gotten sticky about anyone else since my Charlotte.

The woman wiped her tears away, but she looked pretty shaky. She was beautiful; I couldn't miss that. Her wide hazel eyes were staring straight at me, like she was seeing into me, into my soul, aware of my unhealed scars and sorrowful emotions. Her skin was smooth and slightly tanned. I had a sudden urge to run my finger over her arm, touch it and caress it. Hell, my dick was reacting to her, but this was not the time or place for this kind of crap. She was upset.

"You won't be staying here. Let's go. I'll take you home," I said, not wanting to see her around any other assholes that only wanted to use her. I had showed up here thinking that I could just fuck someone, release some of my frustration and pain, maybe find a woman that could temporarily heal me with her touch, but I thought wrong.

She glanced at me, hesitating. I had no idea what got into me, but I grabbed her hand and quickly left the room. The contact with her skin sent ravaging heat down to my fucking boxers.

"I live in apartment thirteen," she blurted out when we passed through the corridor. People were staring, glancing at us as we walked past them. I held her hand tightly, wanting to devour her body slowly, with care and desire. We took the stairs, not speaking to each other, and I was baffled when I realised where she lived. I had to make sure it was safe inside.

"Would you like to come in for a coffee?" she asked. Her hands were still shaking and I should have said no, but I wasn't an asshole, so I nodded.

"Sure, lead on."