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Chapter Nineteen

Pulling up outside of his boss's house in the pick-up truck that he worked his ass off to afford, Mark parked it beside another truck, joining a line of them in front of the front porch. His right hand pulled the key out of the ignition, and slipped it into his front right pocket of his jeans while his other one opened up the driver side door.

Time to get this party really going!

His body was wanting to burst with the amount of excitement that was coursing through his entire body. He felt like a kid about to be let loose inside of a candy store with no one to stop him or tell him what his limits are. The party would be the store, and sweet Emily Withers would be all the candy he can want in one curvaceous form.

Beaming from the intense amount, Mark climbed out of the cab of his truck, and kicked the door closed behind him with the bottom of his boot. He took a few moments to let his hand smoothen out any wrinkles that might be on his shirt and pants before his tall frame started to stride down a line of vehicles before him. His piercing gaze moved over each one, taking in their different shapes, sizes, and colors. Some were better than his while others needed some serious work done to them. Moving past a shiny, snow white 2014 Toyota pick-up, his eyes fell upon a very familiar sight.

Parked right next to the tall, vehicle, Emily's cherry red Pontiac was parked with not a single scratch, dint, or speck of dust on it. It looked in the same pristine condition it was in when her ex and him were having a little 'chat' outside of the store.

At least Dave managed to get it here, and in good time as well.

Mark moved to the driver side door of the car, and peered in it to see where Emily's car keys were left for her to find.

Nestled on the driver side seat, her large key ring that had various silver frogs hanging amongst a few keys, was found to be on top of a folded up piece of white paper.

Hm…I wonder what this is all about.

Curious about the mysterious paper and unable to remove his thoughts from it, his right hand pulled open the door, and reached inside. He took the folded up note off of the cushioned seat, and lifted it up, opening up to expose the words upon it.

Mark, I am sorry to inform you this, but your friend, Dave, was unable to drop Emily's car off due to him falling back to sleep. However…I managed to do the very job that he wasn't man enough to do. Perhaps we will get to talk to one another tonight after I have a few dances with Emily amongst the others here tonight. See you soon, Mark. Sincerely…Johnathan Warrens.

His heart dropped down into the pit of his stomach at finding that no only had her ex-boyfriend drove the Pontiac there, but that he was planning to steal Emily away from him.

In this brief moment of despair and disbelief, his shock turned into almost a blind rage from the thought of someone, especially Johnathan Warrens, moving in and stealing his woman away from him.

Tonight…Hell's gates are wide open, and all of the fury and evil that dwells within them is about to be unleased on the stupid bastard who thinks that he can steal my woman from me.

Slamming the door back, Mark threw the piece of paper down after crumpling it up, and ran in the direction of where the party was being held with desperation to get to Emily before her ex did and hatred for the very man that was wanting to steal something precious from him fueling him.

Moving about the crowds of people that were standing around with one another on the edge of the dance floor, Emily kept her hands at the sides of her dress with the palms pressing against its red and maroon fabric. Her eyes moved around the area she was heading into, soaking up the atmosphere.

Various groups of people that were of different ages, races, and sexes were conversing with one another, enjoying the refreshments or letting loose on the dance floor. There were young, old, thin, fat, wealthy, poor, black, white…All kinds of people at the even that was going on, and they were enjoying each other's company.

This is certainly different from the kind of party that I thought I was fixing to head into.

A smile danced across her face at how inviting the vibe of the party was. Seeing everyone enjoying themselves and not restricting themselves to their own groups warmed her spirits.

I believe there is I fact nothing to worry about. Tonight is looking to be a really great and wonderful-

"Hi there, sweetheart."

The warmth that had started to sweep through her entire being turned ice cold the second her ears caught the unmistakable sound of Johnathan's voice speaking directly towards her, and using the word 'sweetheart' with extra emphasis on it. Something that he always had a habit of doing when they were seeing each other.

Emily turned her head just enough to peek over one of her shoulders in the direction she had come from, and found her ex-boyfriend, the very man that Mark had slammed down onto the hood of his own prized sports car, to be standing behind in the same outfit he had on in town with a dark smile on his face.

"You are looking great tonight." Johnathan said, deeply. He moved a few steps closer to her as his voice took on a more leering and perverted sound. "However…You are always looking good to me."

Before he could get any closer to her backside, she spun herself around to face him, and took several backwards steps to keep the space between the two of them. Her eyes glared in his direction as she started to speak up.

"I am pretty sure that my grandmother didn't invite you here, Johnathan." Emily said. She allowed her voice to show the intense amount of frustration and fear she had burning inside due to finding him being there in front of her and amongst the others at the party. "And I damn sure didn't invite you!"

"Is that any way to talk to your boyfriend?"

"Ex-boyfriend, Johnathan."

"You are just saying that-"

"Oh no I am not! It was a mistake to go out with someone as abusive, uncaring, and hateful as you. You are not my boyfriend now, and you will never be my boyfriend again."

"I am pretty sure that a few dances on the floor with me will change your mind about that."

She clearly saw that he was not going to back down, and that he would be damned if he didn't get to dance with her, as well as not getting her to admit that he was her boyfriend. The visual of him looking at her with a dark possessive look on his face and body caused her alarms to go off at the same time having her body to tremble like a leaf blowing in the wind.