Chapter 11.1

'Let me out and I'll make her pay' I felt a surge within me, like something was trying to make an escape. To pull out from the shadows and it was aiming for Julia. There was vibration in my bones like several forces fighting against each other for an escape. It caused my head to throb in immense pain and I wanted it all to stop at once.

I shut my eyes closed, yelling into the chaos in my soul, ordering it to stop and at once I was in control. I felt tranquility wash over me. I opened my eyes and found Asher's perfect green eyes on me. He pulled Julia off his arms.

"Sorry…" Lyra said, but her expression was less sorry. She shut the door close, turning to me. "I really don't know what my brother sees in her"

I couldn't help but nod along with her. "Where's the restroom?"

She led me back to the grand floor and point the door at a corner.

I rushed into the restroom. My hands gripped the sides of the white sink. Rage prickling at my every bone. The image of Julia's body on Asher, straddling him while her lips feasted on his mouth. It infuriated me. What was even more infuriating was the fact that Asher seemed to be enjoying it. Bloody hell, he loved it. It made my blood boil and the voice in my head was furious at me for walking away. She hated the fact that I backed away without making a scene or scratching my nails on Julia's face. She was right though. I hated myself for storming away like that. On my thoughts, I became still, my blue eyes staring into my reflection in the mirror. I could hardly recognize myself and these emotions eating at me. Why was I so infuriated seeing another female with Asher? Why on earth did it bother me so much? He meant nothing to me so why did it feel like I was cheated on? I breathed in calmly. He meant nothing to me. I reminded myself that I should be thinking of Mason. He should be the one in my thoughts.

All these emotions overwhelmed me. I didn't know when waters clouded my eyes, sadly dripping down my cheeks. I felt sad and was tearing up for a guy I barely knew. Hell, I had just met him. At that point I knew I had lost some scruples. I turned on the faucet to rinse off my tearstained face when the door jerked open. I jerked at the unexpected intrusion but froze when I caught Asher's reflection in the lucid mirror. His eyes was on me, regarding me cautiously.

"Hey! Do you mind?" My voice sounded more furious than I had liked. The sadness from a second ago had shielded and my anger was back. He didn't say anything, he just bored at me with those perfect green crystals that wanted to suck me in if I didn't pull away. His gaze looked like he was trying to decipher a difficult math problem. When did I become a study? His next action startled me. He turned to the door and bolted it from inside, leaving just the two of us in an enclosed space. I could hear my heart rigorously beating, I wasn't sure it was from way too much excitement or fear. I was too preoccupied by his manly greek sculpted form to figure that out. The voice in my head pranced with elation. Elation that we were enclosed in a small space? I still couldn't tell?

I could feel a pull between us, like some kind of magnet that kept pulling us to each other, something deep told me he felt it too. But I had to pull away, keep my head sane and a wall of distance between us. Guys like this spelt trouble and I had a lot going on in my life to be attracted to trouble.

A warning buzzed in my head, countering every bizzare emotion I felt. I knew I had to flee from here before I did something crazy. I didn't trust myself at all. Sharply, I turned off the faucet, hastily moving to the door, before I could successfully move around him, his strong hands grabbed my waist, pushing me up against the bathroom wall. I gasped at the manner his hard and firm body pressed up against me, caging me between his arms. I quivered from a pleasuring sensation building in my body.

My heart began to race against an unknown opponent, it's fast pounding made it difficult to breathed through my nostrils, or maybe the air around us had somehow vanished from existence because I couldn't breathe. Asher's nose was hovering against mine, he had a hand to the side of my waist while the other skillfully moved it way from my waist, leaving a trail of sparks as it journeyed up to my face. I felt hot. Very hot. Like my skin and soul was on fire and what's worse I didn't want it to stop. Asher's hand rested on my cheek, caressing it so tenderly and skillfully, I had never felt this way before, not even with Mason whom I thought we had some kind of chemistry. What I felt with this guy had not even been studied yet, or invented. It was alien to my soul.

"What in the name of the goddess do you want from me?" His voice was hard and deep, huskier than his usual voice. His shut his eyes resting the tip of his forehead on mine, making it easier for me to breathe him in. He was the air I badly needed. Our nose felt each other and I ached to receive his lips. I wanted to have a feel of him.

"What do you mean?" My voice was as breathless and strained as his. He didn't reply, his hand on my waist pushed me closer to him that I felt his hard chest against mine. My hands grew a mind of their own and before I knew it, it found it way to his neck. He moaned at my sudden action, still having his eyes shut. He could feel everything I felt, and his moan only encouraged me. It let me wonder just how we'll feel if only our lips could touch. Even for a second, I let a hand get lost in his dark soft hair.

"Stop it! I can smell your arousal and it's not helping my case" His nose touched my neck, inhaling me. Before he brought his face to mine.

I wanted to stop this madness I was feeling. At the same time I wanted it to never stop.

His eyes pulled open, and I fell into the depth of those emerald green gem. His gaze fell to my lips, and then back to my blue crystals. Slowly his head began to move closer to mine, his eyes fixed on my lips, and I could almost taste his lips. To my horror, he pulled away immediately, like my skin was some kind of acid on his. His eyes became unreadable, and his jaw clenched hard.

"If you know what's best for you, leave now. Don't ever show your face to me" It sounded like a threat, or was I overthinking it. I was still dazed, in a trance. I hadn't recovered from the shock and embarrassment I felt. How did we go from being possessed by each other's touch to this. I felt waters rise in my eyes, and my cheeks burned with abashment. I felt rejected. I was rejected. I felt hurt and rejected. I had never been treated this way, and coming from Asher I felt like dying. Like somehow I wasn't good enough, like I wasn't worthy of him. But the voice in my head yelled in anger.

"Don't you dare shed a tear!! There's nothing wrong with us, he's just blind" At her words I felt a new wave of confidence. I was beginning to love that voice. She was right, Asher was an idiot and definitely blind. Instantly, I unlocked the door and stormed out to the party. I went to the bar and the guy pouring drinks at the bar poured some of whatever was available for me. I chugged it down swiftly, asking for another. I chugged down the second cup and asked for a third. The bartender had wide eyes and a grin on. He poured another for me and I gulped it down.

"You sure you're okay?" He asked, and I nodded.

"I feel great actually" I yelled over the music. It was a lie. I still felt horrible, but I wasn't going to waste my thought on Asher. It was my fault for letting myself get lost in that insane feeling.

"Cory" He introduce himself, smirking. I felt his eyes roam on my body appreciatively. Just then I noticed heated gaze on me. I didn't have to see who that was. I could bet a dollar it was Asher. Somehow my body felt it. But I shouldn't care. He meant nothing to me and so did I.

"Cirilla" I called out flirtatiously. He smiled, and we stared at each other. I felt the heat from his gaze but mine lacked any warmth. "Do you want to dance?"

His smile deepened. "I would love too" He dropped his cup, leading me to the dancefloor. From my peripherical vision I caught Asher's eyes on us. I hated myself for noticing that tiny detail.

I would like to think I was a good dancer. I spent most of my Friday nights dancing to music and watching live videos from clubs in my room. We reached the middle of the dance floor and Cory began to sway to the rhythm of the music. It took me few minutes to finally let go of myself and feel the music. I began to sway my body to the rhythm of the music. Swaying my body back and forth, moving my arms and hips to the rhythm of the music, I felt myself letting go of the stress, my rage and new found attraction to the new guy. I could say I forgot every baggage that came with my life.

Cory was one hell of a dancer and his vibe was on another level. I was having a good time with him. I shut my eyes close, listening only to my body. Suddenly, I felt a hand slip around my waist, pressing hard on me from behind.

I felt the familiar tiny tingles from a short while ago. It was him. Asher. I should pull away, but the thought of repulsion escaped my senses. Once more the insanity that seemed to only exist between us was back. I wanted to flee away but the voice in my head kicked against it. It felt so right being in his arms. I put a hand on his large ones, bathing with the pleasure that formed there.

The song playing had changed to a slow one. All the better, his body became closer to mine and he pulled my back to his chest and we continued swaying to the music. Our bodies molded together, he was tall and muscular. I felt his face grazing the crook of my neck. His lips kissed my exposed neck and I let out a small whimper. His touch felt so good.

I didn't pull away from his touch, instead I leaned into it. I didn't care to know how Cory disappeared and Asher came. I hummed softly as he began to assault my neck, placing feathery kisses that caused a moan escape his lips. Warmth and electrifying tingling sparks flooded me. I was falling in too deep. Part of me didn't mind, and worse, the other part was loving it and wanted more. But I had to think straight and escape the waters of insanity I was drowning in.

I turned to him, his green eyes were intense with desire and….lust? We stared at each other intensely. His eyes and actions told me he wanted me. But he was having an internal struggle. His hold on my hips tightened and his jaw clenched tightly. I was still in his arms, pinned to his chest. His face too close to mine, he lowered his head and brought his lips to mine. I could almost feel it softness when I jerked away from him. A groan of frustration sounded in my head, demanding I pull back into his embrace. But I couldn't. More than ever I recognized he was more dangerous than I had realized. He was well capable of making me loose myself and my sanity just from his mere touch. I had to flee from him.

His gaze on me was shocked and intense. It alarmed me when veins popped from his neck. I held him, "Are you okay" He had his eyes shut, groaning. Even with the blasting music I heard his painful groans. He was in pain.

When he didn't answer me I decided to go and get some help. I released him, before I could move, Asher's hand held my wrist, pulling back to him. "Get away from me!!" His eyes were shut and his hold was firm. "....NOW!!" His voice wasn't threatening. It was pleading, demanding

I save myself from a certain danger which seemed to be him….