Chapter 3- Beverly's party (part 2)

Peculia couldn't believe both her eyes and ears, her heart was shattering and eyes watering. She remembered all what her close ones used to say about him only using her, but she was indeed so blind not to see that they were right and he didn't loved her the way she thought. How could she be so dumb?

She left that door and walked around the corridors like a lifeless person, she was broken. The only thing in her mind at that moment was Stephen, she thought about all those years she spend with him. 8 years, she has wasted 8 years of her life, thinking that he was the one for him. She would have never suspected him cheating on her and off all people it had to be with beverly. Maybe that is why she invited her to this party, so that she could see who Stephen actually belonged to.

She entered a red lighted chamber and went to it's corridor. This was so embarrassing she thought, she was so angry that she could kill someone at that moment, now she understood everything why that beverly girl didn't like her and why Stephen never spend that much time with her, maybe he has told her orally that he loved her.

"Fuck"

She cursed, she was sober now but needed to drink out her sorrow before she does something she would regret.

She went back to the room who had a sofa, table, a mirror on the wall near the bathroom, a kind sized bad and luckily a mini bar. She went to it and took out a bottle of vodka which she poured in a glass before drinking it in one go. She took the bottle and went to the sit on the sofa, drinking the alcohol through its bottle.

After about an hour, she looked in front of her and could see her reflection in the mirror, she was lying on that sofa, holding the bottle of vodka which she already drank more than half of it, she looked tired, tired of lamenting herself, tired of asking what was wrong with her, she broke down.

She cried her heart out, she didn't care that her makeup will probably fall and she will look like a mess. She just wanted the weight on her chest to dissipate, she wanted to erase every memory of Stephen from the first to the last, she knew that the reason why she has been sticking this much on Stephen is because he has always been so kind to her compare to all the men in her life.

In school she wasn't that popular, in fact she was a total nerd and got bullied allot despite coming from a wealthy family. Her father was never really present in her life. She didn't really have a dad figure and her brother lived with her mom in country x. So when Stephen came to her she openly let him in, he made her happy, he didn't bully her like the other kids will do, she will think that, that is how a man should treat a woman, that is the kind of man she wants for kids. Even though she didn't really know what kind of man was good because she didn't spend the time with many.

She was drifted out of her thoughts when she saw the reflection of a man sitting on the couch next to her, and she was crystal sure that he wasn't there when she came in and when she sat here. She continue looking at the mirror and saw that he had the brightest blue eyes she had ever seen and was sipping alcohol in a glass, she got startled noticing that he was also staring at her from the mirror.

She turned around thinking that is was maybe her imagination playing tricks to her, to her relief she saw no one. So it was indeed her imagination or not! This can't be she saw him, she saw someone. She stood up and almost stumbled because of her drunk state.

"Lord!"

She exclaimed because a dark shadow passed in front of her eyes so fast that she was barely able to see. She unintentionally dropped the bottle of vodka on the floor because of the cold breeze traveling her spine. The sound of glass breaking scared her even more in this red lighted room, why was the light red anyways!

She bent down and tried to pick the glass, all the sadness that she felt a minute ago was replaced by fear, was a witch hiding in this mansion?. This was strange. One of the glass pieces pierced into her finger

"Great" she mumbled

She stood up and removed it with her trembling hand but blood was already all over her hand and palm. She remembered that she saw a bathroom, as she was heading to it, it closed itself. Alone. What is happening

"Are they fucking ghosts in this room!?" She yelled as she made her way to the room's door, she lost her balance and was about to fall when she felt a strong hand around her waist and a strong chest pressed on her back. She wanted to turn around and see who it was when she felt the hand on her waist slowly caressing her down her thighs.

"Hi, lady" She heard a deep cello-like voice whisper in her ears "Didn't they tell you that this floor was reserved to fuck" He asked her as his hands went in her dress lifting it up to her waist. Then his hand slipped in her black lacy underwear.

She let out a soft moan, what was happening to her she couldn't move her body anymore, it was as if it wasn't hers anymore. Oh my God, this was bad she was getting touched by a ghost. And were was it written that this area was to fuck huh?.

"Please... I just-

Her breathing was heavy, she won't say that she never touched herself, she did sometimes but having someone else touch you is indeed different, his hands were doing marvelous things to her body right now and her brains was barely understand what was happening. No one has ever touched her before, actually he is the first person who has ever touched her like this. But she shouldn't stay here and enjoy it this person seemed dangerous, he was probably a ghost or a kind of wizard.

"You just what?" He whispered, then removing his hand from her underwear and placing it under her chin to make her look up at him.

She gasped after looking at him because of how godly handsome he looked. Was he human? was the first question which crossed his mind. His skin was pale, grey eyes. What but they were blue? She wondered how they did to change colors, or maybe she didn't see well. He had a well defined jawline, it looked so sharp that she was sure that it could cut wood, a long straight nose, pink thin lips. He was like 6ft1 and queit muscular. He just looked ridiculously beautiful. Stephen was nothing compared to him, where the hell was he coming from? Who was he ? If he was a celebrity she would have certainly known.

"Who are you?" The words left her mouth. She realized that she could now move and pushed him with her hands but he didn't even move an inche. He took her bleeding hand in his and licked it and this action made her knees weak.

She was too stunned to speak, what the hell was he doing? Was he normal?

"Why are you here?" He suddenly asked looking straight into her eyes

"B-because my colleague invited me. You, why are you here? And who are you? I've never seen you before?"

"I've never seen you before either"  He said smiling. Oh my God, his smile made him 10 times more beautiful than he was, she was literally melting. But why was he smiling for, he gave her too much weird vibes, one minute he scares her, the next he sexually assault her and now he is smiling at her?.

Suddenly he bend down and started kissing her neck while his hand travelled down to her butt and squeezed it . She pushed him away and tried to get passed but he was quick to catch her and pinn her to the wall.

"You are going nowhere until I am done with you" he told her sniffing her neck, this ghost was a total pervert

"Sorry but I am not fuckable" She annoyed. She didn't know what that mean or if it had a meaning, she just said the first thing which she thought of.

She heard him laugh and she couldn't help but blush slightly. He was even more handsome when he laughed and his laughter sounded like the most beautiful melody she heard. Get yourself together Peculia, you can't leave a cheat for pervert

"Then let's see that, let's see if you are not... fuckable"

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