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H.O.P.E

Abigail Carton is an 18-year-old college student with excellent grades, friends and a sweet boyfriend. She has always organized the things planned and time outed until she met a Tyler Morrison who changed her life plans completely. Warning!! The book has many swears and mature contents. This is my first book to do love and support me. Every suggestion is welcome. Do not judge the book by its grammar. Please ignore the mistakes.

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38 Chs

"Mixed Emotional Cocktail"

[Abi's POV]

I widen my eyes in shocked and announced the name, "Dirty little Virgin".

I can hear everyone laughing at me, " Hahaha".

Looking at all the people I felt to dig my head in the hole. Unlike others, my friends and everyone who is present on the stage were laughing at me. We finished the game and got stepped down holding our drinks. I was standing with my friends sitting on the gold couch and sipping a---

"Dirty little Virgin", My subconsciousness completed.

The game was all about erotic cocktails but I have to say it was reasonable and entertainment for every audience. Actually, we didn't select the drinks, it's the drinks who selected their masters according to their existing characteristics.

" I felt so ashamed while announcing the name. Who the fuck has decided this name?", Blaire irked, holding the drink.

"But for the tight snatch", Samantha mock a smile. "you need to have a boyfriend", She slurs at Blaire.

" Ohh ha, then what about you? You sex machine", Blaire tries to sneer.

"I admit that I want to be a Sex-Machine. I will love to have it you know what I mean", Samantha stated in a seductive voice.

" Eeewww, you sound so horrendous", Blaire frowns in shrink.

"So what? At least I am admitting it not unlike you", She pretension.

" Okay, fine we got it. Now discard this subject", I try to make a peace in the conversation.

"You mean to say you got a boyfriend", Gianna said after observing Samantha's conversation.

" Yeah", Blaire put a finger on her chin. "No wonder why you were so confident", She raised her brow staring at Samantha.

" Really?", I asked in surprise.

"Okay, I think you all have guessed correctly. Hence, it is unreasonable for me to hide. I do have a boyfriend, " She confessed.

"OMG, Are you serious? Who is he?" I implore?

"Sylvester Hearst", Her mouth got cover with a smile. "They own a mass media company in the city. He is helping his father to expand more in worldwide", She enlightened us.

"Oh, now I got it. The call you received last time was by him Right, " I instantly question.

"Yeah", She agreed on the same.

" Come will dance altogether", Blaire asked us and stood up

"Nope", I crossed my leg and relaxed my back to the couch.

"You know I don't know how to dance" Gianna lift her head up and said.

Samantha agreed to her and they both went to the dance floor.

"Gianna do you know any detail about Tyler's background", I queried about him trying to suppress my curiousness.

" No. Rather than his name and physical appearance we have no other information", She looked at Tyler with glittery eyes and answered.

It's unbelievable to see her like a fangirl. Not knowing any knowledge about his background girls are still getting overwhelmed by his personality. I finished my drink and kept the glass on the table. I watch a pair of shoes walking towards me. I lift my head up and it was Albert. He without hesitation sat on the couch.

"Abi, may I have a dance with you?", He offers.

" N...na... I don't know how to dance perhaps I'm not in the mood to do it", I strictly denied him.

"Okay", He got up from the couch and left.

" Phewww", My subconsciousness breath in relief.

I watch Nate walking but not to me, towards the bar counter and there was Richa sitting on the mini round chair. If I'm not wrong he asked her for a dance. She excitedly jumped from the chair and said yes. They both hold each other's hand walk to the dance floor. Richa glanced at me with her disgusting smirk. As I looked around everyone was staring at me and gossiping about it.

Gianna kept her hands on my shoulder in the console, "Abi are you okay?", she asked.

I look at her, "Yes, I am fine", I thumb up.

Nate holds her hand and pulled her towards him. Uncertainly the music got changed and the lyrics were:-

That was unforgettable

I wanna do it again

You're crazy like an animal

And I don't want it to end

Tell me all your dreams and darkest fantasies.

They were dancing very close. Their body was closely moving with every note of the song. Nate was caressing his lips on Richa's lips. She was spinning under his arm, stepping on his toes. Later, they were smooching each other.

"Wooaahhh", Everybody encouraged them.

I looked at Gianna, her jaws were dropped down. I close her mouth with my hand.

I have no idea where Nate's hands are supposed to be, but they seem to be lingering a moment too long in all the right places at her body. He grabbed her booty and bites her lower lip. Her lower lip was quivering. She moaned in the pleasure that every single person can hear her. The music is sensual and lyrics are too the same:-

I'll eat you like a cannibal

You're sweet like cinnamon

Tell me all your dreams and darkest fantasies

Let's talk about sex, baby

Let's talk about you and me

He was kissing her neck and lips hungrily and this moment she moaned a bit too loud. They were getting more aroused with each other. Nate looked at me. All I can do was watching their Whore-mones screaming delighted. I witnessed all their movements. I stood up.

" I'm done with this game", I said and left the place.

I came to the lawn. I stretch my body to relax. How can he dance like this in front of more than three hundred people? I know I can understand that they can't hide their excitement, but at least don't do a Public Display of Affection (PDA). All I can see was their sexual desire rather than dance. C'mon they needed room to calm themself. I think tonight Nate will work extremely hard. So that Richa can gratify her craving.

The husky voice stretching his body and said, "Sooo tireeeedd".

The person walked toward me. I looked beside it was Tyler.

" Oh, Hi Abi", He smirked at me.

"Hi", I replied.

" What you doing here?", He question.

"Dancing in the lawn. Wanna try?", I said sarcastically.

" Idiot. On the lawn, people usually come to fresh themselves", My subconsciousness scolded him.

"No Thanks. Why don't you dance with your little boyfriend", He jeers?

" Not in a mood", I replied.

His phone got rang...

"Hey, can you hold this", He asked for permission but I couldn't get a chance to deny and he kept the glass on my hand to take hold.

He answered the call and was walking towards the gateway. He disconnected the call and was stepping to the gateway.

I opened my mouth to say, "Hey", I shouted.

He turned and walked towards me. " Hmm, I think you need this to gulp the inside scenario, Dirty little... Ahem ahem", He asserted and turn around.

"You. Fuck you", I yelled.

" Sure, Anytime bae", He waved his hand and disappear.

"To gulp the inside scenario", I mimicked.

I turned around the girl got bumped into me. She was drunk like hell and was rocking here and there.

" Are you okay?", I ask her.

"Yes. You also... this between the sheets drink", She said in a drunken state. "Do you like", She asked.

" What sheets?", I gave a confused reaction.

"The one you hold. The drink", She pointed."..... In between sheets..."

" Ohh this," I ask.

"Yes you like", She question.

" Ohh definitely yes", I gave a tight smile.

"Bastard", My subconsciousness said.

I swallow the drink and gave the glass to the drunken girl and left from there. I dropped a message to Samantha that I'm leaving.

I was walking alone on this deserted road. There were no vehicles and no people. It was pin-drop silent. According to tonight's incident, I have to make a decision, else I will ruin my life. Nate, he is very filthy like Richa. I can't take his bait.

I was walking on the footpaths. I halt in the garden. The gate was unclosed. I stepped in. The gate was of rough wood that was as big as a cow and ivy cascaded over the fence, growing tendrils in every direction. The stone path was punctuated with weeds after every stone. The disheveled, un-manicured lawn was more moss than grass and was overshadowed by huge weeping willow flowing down onto the dank and squishy ground. Clusters of defiant daffodils reared their golden heads amidst the gloom and there were smatters of fuchsia alongside the scarlet and saffron hued primroses.

There was the pink cherry tree blossomed. I sat under the tree. The wind was chilly. The never-ending blackness consumed everything. Except for the stars. I tilt my head, gazing upward, eyes more open than they can be in the fullness of day, not looking at one star, yet somehow seeing them all at once. Ever enduring these shone with the night cowered in an inky black sky. It is incredible and glorious. Living in the city, I don't get to see these beautiful blinking fairy lights in the night sky. This garden is really a center of attention at the night. I remembered Grandma mumbled, "Stars. He will be your star".

I sighed. Grandma, I miss you.