A/N: The next two possibly 3 chapters will be Damians POV but don't worry we'll be back with Anya soon. Hope you enjoy.

Chap 4

Damian POV

The house of the Blackbells is not as impressive as my family estate, by far. But fortunately I'm not here for the Blackbell heiress, I'm here for… how did she put it, her best friend. Part of me feels like I'm walking right into a trap with her. But curiosity had gotten the better of my judgment when I decided to go.

Which definitely had nothing to do with my father leaving on a business trip suddenly when he promised to be home. But what should have I expected any more from him, other than being a constant watcher over my indiscretions to criticize as they come up.

I'm at a point where I'm trying to take back my life this year, and make something out of it for me. So I can tell myself that I carved out a piece of happiness in this bleak world I've been thrust into, with all the pressure that comes with who my father is and his business decisions.

He has been trying to bring me into the fold more, but I've been fighting against it. I'm sure he's waiting for me to graduate before he makes his next move. So both my brother and I will be available to hand things over if he were to fall from grace.

It's not a surprise to me that my dads a bad guy, with the shady people I've seen come and go through the house or around him over the years. The screams in the middle of the night coming from far off in the estate where no man would dare to investigate.

I want nothing to do with my father, and I've learned I don't want to be anything like him. If it means I can't find happiness in this life. These past few years I've come to realize that he had heirs and not sons. He doesn't care for our happiness, all he cares for are his own agendas and how anything and everything can suit his needs. Although he forbade me from going to Beckys party, he wasn't exactly around to stop me.

I wanted to text Anya I'd be late but figured she might not care if she hasn't texted me yet either.

I load onto my motorbike with my helmet on and ride to Beckys, I won't lie, I did take the scenic route since it isn't often I disobey my father like this. The freedom I feel in these moments where it's just me against the wind. It gives me the feeling like one day I might actually break free.

The way that Anya is free has me so envious of her, how bold and confident she portrays herself. She's a puzzle to me, I've never understood how she moves. But she's always surprising me, in ways I can only think of.

I'm not going to say I waited for her all this time. I've had girlfriends over the years and confessions of attraction from other women. But they've always been the same, wanting to be with me for the title and status and lifestyle that comes with it.

But with Anya it doesn't feel like she wants that from me. Which has me curious about where these feelings of hers suddenly came from.

I had to come to the party and find out, my heart beats against my jacket at the thought of being with her possibly alone. I just have to not be an asshole, that's easy right?

After parking my bike in the long driveway of cars, I enter the house and shrug off the butler to keep my jacket. The music is so loud and echoes with the tall ceilings it feels like a full blown concert inside. The decorations are clearly coordinated by professionals and the array of Elites I recognize that are our age and older.

It didn't take long to spot Anya among the crowd, her pink curls bouncing as she danced with Becky smiling widely amongst each other. I took the moment to admire her dress as it clung to her body and demure it was in comparison to Becky's dress with her side boob showing. Her face is painted in makeup she didn't need since she's already naturally beautiful, but turns her gaze into razors. As it cuts to me, she smiles and waves at me from across the room.

How did she know I was here? I nod in her direction and make my way over. She whispers to Becky who still is dancing and she breaks off and meets me in the middle. "Hey" she yells over the music smiling up at me, relief apparent in her eyes.

"Sorry I'm late." I say leaning close to her ear not wanting to yell as loud. She flinches but leans in to hear me, she nods and waves her hands telling me don't worry. She motions for a drink and I nod thinking one couldn't hurt. She smiles and takes my hand in hers and she guides me to the bar.

Her soft hands are mine, as she tugs me toward the front of the bar bypassing most people standing around with drinks in their hands. She turns to me, releasing my hand and says "Want to play a game?" I smile smally unsure of where she's going with this. "Depends" she faces me and looks at me intently, and says "think of your favorite drink and I'm going to guess it."

I smirk at this, is she serious? But her face is so concentrated for a second she really looks like she's trying to read my mind. Looking at her face I look at her lips and my heart skips but I refocus on her eyes, but that doesn't really help. Now all I can think of is kissing her tonight and I try to shake it out of my head as soon as it creeped its way in.

"Close your eyes and focus." she says seriously with a blush creeping on her cheeks. Reluctantly I do what she says and think of a Manhattan thinking of the whiskey and vermouth, finished off with the cherry that most would think isn't manly. But fuck it, I like cherries.

She giggles and I open my eyes as she waves the bartender over "So what's the verdict?" I say to her curious what fruity drink she likely thought up.

The bartender puts a hand beside his ear as he goes to take our order, she shouts "I'll have a whiskey on the rocks, and he'll have a Manhattan." I already had a hand up to correct her, but then I lowered it slowly. How did she do it?

She bounces on her heels looking up at me and says sweetly "I can tell you like Manhattans" and leans in closer with her breasts coming into view "I like cherries too."

I'm thankful the bar area is pretty dark since I'm sure I felt a blush creeping up my neck. Her closeness and she smells like sweat and flowers, but I find that I don't mind it. I find myself wanting to pull her closer, so she's flush against me. But I know I can't, it's just the way her gaze is fixed on mine so intensely, I almost don't know what I did to deserve this.

"What about me, gave it away?" I say leaning on the bar like she didn't rattle me. She steps closer her body a breath away from flush with my side against the bar. "Well vodka and rum were definitely not an option. You come from too much money to pick something a commoner would." I nod agreeing with the logic so far, "So whiskey is a classic choice, with the bougie addition of vermouth. Sounds like I got it spot on. Did I?" I cross my arms at the bougie comment but smirk at her smile. Dammit she's contagious.

The bartender hands us our drinks and she sips hers and doesn't grimace. I didn't peg her as a whiskey girl, I would've thought of something sweet and red or blue. She takes a large sip staining the cup with her pink lipstick.

I take a long sip of my drink clearing half the glass in one shot, eyeing the crowd in the main foyer, the bouncing and dancing bodies all tight together grinding. "Yeah, you did." I say off hand to her like it wasn't a big deal she got it right.

For a split second I thought of dancing with Anya but didn't think she'd go for it. I can see her watching me so closely, her blush returned to her cheeks. We finished our drinks comfortably, but when the song changed she bounced her breasts enthusiastically shouting it's one of her favorite songs. Grabbing my hand and pulling me to the dance floor, I didn't really have a choice. But I wasn't exactly hating it, though I can't admit it to her.

The song was rhythmic and was easy to fall into beat with, she stopped near the middle and turned around looking over her shoulder. I stepped forward gently placing my hands on her waist as she pressed her body into mine, and falling into the music.

Whiskey heated throughout my veins with the thrum of the bass booming through our bodies as if we were on a singular heartbeat. Her ass firmly pressed into my groin as she grinds in time with the music. After a minute feeling more confident as we go. I ran my hands up her sides feeling the softness of her skin and almost found myself lost in the moment. As if it's just us in the music free of everything. No burden, no commitments, just pure joy.

Feeling this even for a night is too much, I should've known it would end up this way. I'm going to be addicted to Anya Forger. I'm addicted to her scent, her body, her mouth, pretty much everything about her. Instinctively I press harder into her as she presses into me, and the brush of her ass on my cock. Made me still even as she continued her movements. Fuck. I try to focus my thoughts so I don't have a raging hard on while she's grinding on me.

I look over around the dance floor and see many bodies writhing in various positions and others are making out. Becky is dancing seductively between two large college guys who look like sharks circling her.

Anya brings me back to the moment when she reaches up and grabs the back of my neck and pulls me closer to her. I almost had thought to kiss her but pulled back before I made a fool of myself. She looked up at me as if she had done something wrong. But I honestly don't trust myself being this close to her.

I didn't have to say a word and she pulled me along the crowd out through the other side and up the stairs. Once we turned in the hallway the music started to recede and I rubbed my ears glad for it.

"So where are you leading me off to Forger." I say questioning as with her I really can never tell realizing she's still holding my hand I gripped it tighter instinctively. She smiled at me, "I just figured we could have some fun tonight, just us." I gulped to myself, butterflies filled my stomach at that. What was she expecting from tonight, I mean I-I she can't mean. Right?