Chap 5
Damian POV
She opens the door to a room that is large and has a fully stocked bar, pool table, darts and large TVs along the wall, clearly one of Becky's fathers man cave. She walks in and strides to the bar where it seems her purse was this whole time. So she planned to bring me here, I eyed her curiously wondering what she had in mind. Taking in the room more closely, she clanks two glasses together and pours us both whiskey.
"Did you bring me here for you to lose in pool?" I say running my hand against the mahogany wood frame as I saunter to the bar where she's pushing a drink toward me. She waves at the table "I don't know how to play, I don't have one at my house so I've never learned."
She points beyond it to the darts, "I figured we could give darts a try. Might be an even playing field, since I've seen you in gym class, you throw like a girl." She says smirking into the whiskey she's sipping out of. "Is that so?" I say grabbing the glass off the bar, "Then why don't you make a wager for it."
Her eyes widen and narrow with the challenge presented and walks over to the dart board. Grabbing the darts from the frame and passing me mine. "Do I have to tell you what I want?" I say stepping closer to her. She blushes and shakes her head, "It doesn't matter because I'm going to win." a smile forming on her plump pink lips.
We go tit for tat this entire match, that it's down to this one shot for her to make. She's been killing it this whole time, she throws the darts like she's trained at throwing sharp objects in her spare time. The control she has and the narrowing gaze she has in concentration as she shoots it viciously at the board leaving deep divots where she hits although at times off the mark.
But I've played enough with my brother and his friends to be able to hold my own against her obvious natural talent she has for it. Either that or I'm definitely being hustled by her.
While we shoot we laugh and we even talked about our dads and home life a little, which I never do. But with her it feels natural, having spent almost an hour alone with her I already know I don't want it to end yet I know it will soon.
She refilled our whiskey glasses, and rummaged through her purse while I rambled. "It's just my dad didn't want me to be here and I left without permission. I have a lot of pressure on me from him, and anything that I find makes me happy. He'll make sure to pay them off, to keep me under his thumb." I normally don't speak frankly, but Anya found a way beneath my skin tonight. She stepped forward looking at me sternly, "I may not have money Damian but your father can't buy me off." I shake my head hearing her words, but knowing my father he'll always find a way.
"Don't distract me because you're about to lose and have to pay up." I suddenly wanted to change the subject from my dad.
In order for her to win she would have to nail the bullseye which she hasn't been able to do all game. She's come so close many times, that I had to hold my breath as she shot it. I lean against the pool table taking in her form as she eyes the board as finishing off my third cup of whiskey. So much for one drink I internally eye roll myself, feeling the thrum and warmth in my veins. I'm going to have to sober up a bit before leaving on my bike.
She wipes her hands on her dress and I'm drawn to her curves which I can appreciate more in this light of the man cave. Her perky breast bounced with her practice throws and I groaned, unable to hold it back. If she heard me she didn't move an inch as she was fixed on her goal, she bit her lip as she focused on aiming the dart in the center as she wound her hand back. Seeing her tongue all I could think of is how it would taste against mine. Anya let out a whimper as her arm shot out and the dart curved, landing far from the bullseye to the inner circle, not scoring her enough points for a win.
"Dammit" she mutters to herself "you distracted me." she said accusingly. I put my hands up "I didn't even say anything." leaning off the pool table I stride over to her. Her cheeks deepened in color and she took a step back on my approach.
"Do you want to hear what I want now?" She nodded her head silently looking at me with semi glazed eyes. Whiskey is apparent in both our systems, which is possibly giving me unnatural courage.
I put an arm on the wall beside her tilting her chin up to face me with my free hand. "A truce for a kiss." I said looking at her face for any reason I shouldn't claim her lips right now. But her deep inhale at my admission and the look in her eye, she grabbed the front of my jacket as I leaned to capture her lips.
They were softer than they look, carefully I moved against hers not wanting to spook her. Anya was always smaller than me and more fragile even though her personality you wouldn't be able to tell. Her mouth moved in time with mine, and I felt her whimper against me pulling me closer. I know it's her first, and I don't know why that fills me with pride that I get to share this with her. Even if for some reason the world tears me away from her, I'll always remember the feel of her lips against mine, in sinful pleasure. She's a fast learner, as if she's linked to me and knows what I want and need.
I brushed my tongue against her lips and they parted with a small gasp, but the heat was leading me and I almost felt lost in it. Her tongue met and mine and I deepened our kiss greedily, wanting more of her. Feeling it press into mine as if asserting her dominance in this dance that neither of us relented on yielding.
She moaned into my mouth and I stopped and withdrew my lips from hers as it went straight to my dick and I can feel myself hardening. I need to create space before she feels it, I don't want her to think I'm a creep. If this continues it's going to be me and a very cold shower when I get home.
She's looking up at me breathing heavily, "What's wrong?" she says between breaths.
I moved away from her not trusting myself to capture her lips again. But she held me close to her unmoving, I know that if I do this there's no going back. Anya's not like the other girls who had crushes on what I am and what I can do. Rather than who I am, my dad would never accept her. I know I'm treading on a thin line right now between what I know I should be doing, and what I really really want to do.
Even in the dim lighting of the man cave, her green eyes shine bright and so intense on me. I just want to give in so badly even if it's just for a moment. Like the small taste I got has me already addicted.
"I-I" But before I could continue the sad train of thought she pressed her lips into mine, softly and more delicate than our previous kiss. It felt more sensual in a way, the way her hand ran up my neck and behind my ear. It almost felt like her hands were all over me but barely touching me simultaneously. I wrap my arms around her waist holding her against me as her lips nipped at my bottom lip playfully. Fuckkkkk Anya. She presses closer feeling the fullness in my pants against her and I try to remain as still as possible.
The faint pulse of the bass increased from the party suddenly and the reality of where we were and doing kicked in, and she pulled away tucking a pink curl behind her ear. "We should get back to the party." she says not fully meeting my gaze.
I nod understanding, letting her walk ahead of me while I take a moment to fix my tenting pants. We enter the foyer at the top of the stairs, before descending I see Anya looking around for Becky I'm sure. Who I spot off to the side with those two guys and she looks like she could barely stand. Anya's gaze follows mine and she makes a beeline over to her while I'm close behind.
She immediately swoops in and wraps an arm around Becky, while pushing the guy clearly preying on Becky. "Having fun Becky?" Anya says gazing at her friend looking at her but almost falls over as Becky puts her full weight into her almost toppling over.
She could barely stand, she's spilling her drink and muttering incoherently. She sits her down on the chair closest to them. I've never seen Becky like this. She can barely keep her eyes open, I stand to her side and have a firm grip on her shoulder keeping her upright.
The men that were with her are trying to downplay her condition saying things like "She didn't drink that much" and "We were just trying to show her a good time". Once he said that, Anya looked at Becky's cup, grabbing it and swirling the contents examining it. I wasn't what exactly she was looking for until a scowl so fierce it felt like her eyes alone could draw blood.
"You drugged her!" venom laced words she says at the men, shaking the cup pointing at the contents. The men wave off her at the accusation "why would we, she was all over us, everyone saw it. She was practically throwing herself at us." He said with bravado as if he owned the room.
The way her gaze was intense on him for a long moment that he started to feel uncomfortable, she looked at Becky, who was practically falling over. She said flatly "You're lying", her fists curled white knuckled and ready. I cringe at the memory of her fists of fury, but this guy is almost twice her size and there's two of them. No way she'll make a move.
Nearby guests are starting to look in our direction and whisper. Fuck if something happens and I get caught in a picture my dad will know I was here. But I can't leave Anya and Becky like this, shit.
The tall man crossed his arms "Oh yeah, prove it." She looks him over and says "empty your pockets." He didn't move at all, "what are you, the cops?" He said smugly to the friend who's looking nervous beside him. Guilt obvious in his face.
I wave over some staff members and stabilize Becky to walk over beside Anya, crossing my arms. "You heard her prove it. Pockets now."
Anya glances over at me appreciative but her gaze returns to them, where now he's starting to gain support from around him. "Damian, I-uh you know how it is with fan girls." he says, thrusting his hands into his pocket not removing them, trying to play a non-existent bro card between us.
Before I could even reply Anya lurched forward grabbing his right arm and twisting it out of his pocket. His friend was startled and tried to grab Anya off him and exclaimed "What the fuck!"
As she sidestepped swiftly and twisted his arm until I heard her say "Let it go" in a tone of voice I've never heard from her before while kicking the other man in the stomach with a side kick and he fell back on his ass.
He muttered a flurry of curses, "I don't know what you're talking about" she applied pressure to his arm leaning over his shoulder so he would look up at her as she repeated herself. If it wasn't for the music playing I'm sure I would've heard his bones straining against her grip. Eventually his hand relaxed and the small bag of pills was dropped onto the floor.
Several women gasped as they put their drinks down, or began inspecting them carefully. Some go as far as heading to leave the party altogether. I immediately whipped out my phone and took a photo of the two dirtbags with the bag of drugs at their feet.
Becky's staff started to approach one on the phone with the authorities; the others surrounded her to give her water, wiping her face as she was in and out of consciousness. Anya pushes him away from her so aggressively that he practically stumbles into his partner who was just getting up, and they immediately rush to escape pushing guests out the way as they try to make a break for the door.
The staff signaled the cut of the music and started to usher people toward the exit, as they began to carry Becky off to bed. I'm not sure if it was my idea or if I just went after Anya but everything else happened in a blur.
As people rushed for the exits, we chased after the men who were intent on her hurting her best friend. Sprinting at speeds I've never seen her reach in gym class, she jumped on the back of the shorter of the two as he was falling behind and sat on his back. The larger man with him turned around and scowled at Anya and pulled his arm back aiming at her.
Without a thought I ran on his side launching a punch square in his jaw, and he stumbled back. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, smirking at me. Which sent my blood boiling of how he could even think to hit Anya.
Before he could fully recover I stepped in and swung a wide left I knew he would see coming, that when he dodged he stepped right into a kick straight in the chest. He hunched over gasping for air as I expelled everything from his lungs in an instant as he hit the floor.
In seconds Becky's security team swarmed us and placed both of them in zip ties until the authorities could come. I helped Anya up as she stood off of one of the men and she looked like she wanted to kick him as we walked away.
Fury is still apparent in her eyes as we walk, her strides are hard as we head toward Becky's room. "Anya." I say but she doesn't look back on her determined strides guiding her to her destination. I repeated myself reaching out gently to grab her arm, saying her name louder as we reached the top of the stairs.
She turns to me and I pull my hand away but then her gaze softens, "I just need to check on Becky and make sure she's okay." her voice wavered in the slightest I almost didn't catch it. She's so strong when it comes to fighting for her friends and loved ones, but soft with those she truly cares for. Is this something she wanted with me? Is this how she feels?
"I'm right here." I say cupping her face tilting it up for face me, I know it's not the right time. But I wish I could capture her lips against mine again. To think that such an event could ruin our whole night, I almost didn't want it to end. She leans into my hand accepting my comfort, and takes my hand lowering it and gently pulling me toward Becky's room.
I knock on the door and hear a couple of her staff around her, Anya releases my hand rushing to Becky's side, although I'm guilty of missing the softness and warmth of it.
She moves her hair from her forehead soothing her, letting her know she's going to be okay. I don't mind it, Becky has been the constant in her life since I've known her. I would never pull her away from Becky even though she detests me.
But this situation was completely fucked up and I'm glad we were there in time. I know how important she is to Anya. I knew I needed to step in and help, because I care for her. I always have, and seeing this side of her that I would've never otherwise have seen. Made my feelings for her grow. She's talking to the staff when someone says "Shall I call Mr. Forger to escort you home, it would be best if we allow Madam rest."
Before I could even realize what I did, I volunteered "I can take Anya home, we shouldn't worry about her father at this hour." They nodded appreciatively, bowing a bit "Of course."
Anya looked back at me blushing a bit and nodded, she placed a kiss on Becky's forehead. Sitting at the edge of her bed she grabbed her bookbag and changed into her sneakers, leaving behind the heels but keeping the dress on.
Hoisting it over her shoulder she looks back at her friend as she lies in her bed unconscious, unaware of what could've transpired. Sadness rimming her eyes, almost as if she's on the verge of tears. We take a quiet walk outside, until I round the corner and spot my bike.
She stops short and eyes it warily, I lift the helmet off the back and hand it to her. "Here you take it, I didn't bring a spare." I rub the back of my neck sheepishly as she looks at me in the piercing gaze as if she is peeling me back and looking right into me.
She steps forward taking the helmet from my hand but before she puts it on. Her eyes meet mine, she bites her lip as if she's unsure if she should speak. Thankfully she does. I'm always so curious what she's thinking about.
"Thank you Damian…for having my back." Before I could respond she pulled me into a hug that she poured her emotions into, squeezing me around my waist as her grip tightened. I feel her shudder as she says "Thank you", burying her face into my chest. "Of course Anya." I soothe as I rub the top of her head, her scent filling my senses again. I have to catch myself from nuzzling into her soft pink curls, that I have to pull away.
She pulls the helmet over her head, and I slide over the bike starting it, she swings her legs over carefully. She sits and scoots forward "Hang on tight." I point to her arms and motion for her to wrap them around me. Which she does, and squeezes me tight as if she's afraid but doesn't want to say anything to me. As I turn and pull out of the driveway weaving through what's left of the guests that are leaving the estate. I think to myself, I got you Anya, you're safe with me.