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Easton Hunter De Russo

I've been feeling bad all day because I started getting dreams about my dead fiance. Although her lovely face has been hunting me ever since, it felt like the day was only starting to come to me again.

I was still a senior in high school when one of our family's enemies kidnapped Angeline.

I sigh. I don't want to think about it. How her body appears when our groups find her.

I'd want to sip some tequila to unwind and regain my composure. But I don't want to go to Eliza's bar. My friends should not see me in this state. Instead, I went to the other club.

I noticed some peculiar figures while I was walking to the pub.

A young lady with Angeline's precise features I'm not sure if I was just seeing things.

I couldn't forget how she looked, despite the fact that I hadn't seen her in almost five years. I am aware that she is no longer alive. I saw her dead body in front of my eyes.

I pull into the parking lot and follow the girl into the bar, which is exactly where I want to go.

Why do I feel so at ease just gazing at her? despite the fact that I am aware she was not Angeline.

Isn't that odd?

What exactly is going on with me?

With her hair that long, I had no trouble finding her when I searched inside. She appears to be a divinity while sitting on the stool.

wearing a seductive silky yellow outfit. Everyone in her close proximity looks at her for a brief moment.

I can't say I blame them. She has seductive chocolate eyes that glisten in the light of the bar.

What is causing this reaction in me? She did resemble my Angeline, however I must admit that this girl was more gorgeous, I figured as her rosy lips ordered a drink. Perhaps because of her maturity.

In hushed tones, I request that the bartender handle all of her beverages.

When the bartender asked if she was my girl, I nodded. I agreed. simply to keep him quiet

The small girl murmurs,

"Bastard, I hate him"

Hearing that girl utter such language is not suitable for her. She appears too innocent from the outside. Despite the fact that she is dressed sensually in a bright yellow dress.

But as soon as she begins to weep, I want to embrace and soothe her.

Why is she crying? It doesn't appear to be a family problem its rather appears to be a boy problem. I drew her in closer before I began speaking.

"Did the guy who made you cry realize that women were created to be loved, not to be made to cry?"

She gave me a mournful expression.

"Perhaps he didn't know." I murmur.

She reacted with such melancholy. This girl, like myself, is messed up. She takes the drink I offer her without much hesitation.

"I'm Easton's, Hunter De Russo." When I introduced myself, I said

She immediately answered.

"I wasn't there to mingle with strangers. Actually, I've come here to forget about my problems and drown myself in alcohol to do so."

I nod and smile at her, saying,

"I am in the same position. I would like to forget all of my problem"

At least for tonight. I thought

The young lady furrows her left brow.

Family problems are nonsense. She then declared that she would ignore me and drink all night. As a result, I continue to drink for fun.

Just before midnight, the girl rises to her feet. She grabbed me on the dance floor just as I thought she was about to go.

What soft hands she has.

"Let's dance!"

She screamed. Then I fell head over heels for her and let her push me onto the dance floor. I can refuse her. She attracts people. I can take my hand off of her.

Right now, I am experiencing the nicest feeling I have ever had in my entire life. I'm having trouble thinking coherently.

Why? Can you think clearly if you're in my situation and a beautiful woman is staring at you? Clearly not! and I'm totally screwed.

Several of the males were giving her suspicious looks. I grew concerned. Because I'm not as nice and a little horny, I draw her closer to me and hold her down.

Nobody comes close to her in terms of ability.

She even has a cotton-like body. I'm afraid I'll break her if I grasp her too tightly. It's like to hugging Angeline all over again.

I take a deep breath.

I'm really into her.

As she turned her back on me, my dick bump was on her back.

I'm delighted I'm taller than she is.

Because if she doesn't, her buttocks will collide with my shaft.

And my friend who is down there is not doing well right now. because of her petty stunt

She put her hands on my nape, making me look like a pole while performing a seductive dance.

If she's just another regular female, I can take her there right away, but she's not. She is the type of girl who wants sensitive care and hugging. Not because she resembles Angeline in more ways than one.

What is she doing to me? Is she a sorceress or a witch? How can she accomplish this while I'm a powerful hybrid Alpha?

They pause for a moment before looking up at me and laughing. She drank excessively.

"Please I wanna go home."

In a sensuous tone, she asks me to take her home.

Yes, I'll bring her home with me.

"I want to puke," she remarked.

I instantly lifted her up to carry her so that we could move swiftly.

This explains why, despite the fact that the music is clearly intended for dancing, she moves slowly.

After we left, I put her down, and she did throw up.

I exhale contentedly. She didn't even pass gas on me. She then hugged me and said,

"I'm ready to go home." She then collapsed.

I carefully hold her and hoist her back up to carry her, making sure she doesn't escape my grasp.

Maybe I'm taking her home because she passed out.

I get her in my car.

Her small body makes her feel lighter, which is a good thing.

I carefully laid her on my bed and gave her my undivided attention.

She is so beautiful that it appears as if angels are dropping. Her ex-partner is insane enough to let her leave.

As I turned my back on her, she began to speak.

"Kian, please don't leave me," she grabbed my hands and begged.

I clenched my teeth and yelled angrily at her.

"My name is Easton Hunter." Got it? Nobody is going to get screwed by me.

She only offered me a friendly smile.

"Hunter! I'm Louise. She then draws me in for a deeper kiss. "Fuck!"

Did I already say that she's like a magnet? She perfectly fits into me.

I am motionless and intend to stay that way. Don't I have to stop her? She is inebriated and acting erratically.

And she doesn't know me we don't know each other we're just got drunk and total strangers. 

She's too good for me, yet it feels great. I find myself deepening the kiss...