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When the light flashes bright for a second, I make out a few people from our group on the floor above, peering over the railing. Maybe Niall’s upstairs too. I crane my neck and find the staircase in the left corner and push through the mass of bodies to climb.
It’s the first time I’m upset at Niall’s behavior.
Who runs off leaving their girlfriend all alone?
Ever since my awful and embarrassing run-in with his stepbrother, Niall’s mood has taken a turn for the worse. It has mainly to do with the fact that Dash is constantly hovering around since his return, which doesn’t allow us to have any alone time.
Our relationship has come to a standstill.
Because Dash has apparently made it his mission that I die with my virginity intact. I can’t believe the asshole actually eavesdropped on my private conversation. Then boldly taunted me. I almost punched him in his too smug, handsome face.
Not handsome. Stupid, ugly face.
Liar.
As if that’s not bad enough, he does little things to cause a rift between Niall and me. Like roaming around half naked in the house, cornering me without touching, and stalking me with his stormy eyes whenever we’re in the same room. One time, I was in the kitchen and he leaned right over my frame to pull something out from the top shelf.
My traitorous body reacted by shivering at his intoxicating scent.
And he does it all while Niall is around, so I have to spend my night calming him down. It’s a miracle they haven’t come to blows yet. Niall doesn’t understand that Dash is doing it on purpose. Except, I can’t figure out the reason for it. Or where their toxic rivalry stems from. Somehow, I’ve become their latest victim.
Tonight was supposed to be mine and Niall’s chance to have some fun, like we used to. Now, that’s ruined too.
When I reach upstairs, the area is less crowded. Thank goodness.
“Hey, Piya,” I shout at the girl, whose name I can remember. “Have you seen Niall?”
“Nope.” She turns back to her friend.
“Fuck,” I curse, frustrated.
Switching directions, I amble down the hallway at the back near the restrooms. The quiet that greets me is a balm to my building headache. Except it’s shattered as soon as I sigh in relief.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I mutter, when a garbled moan reaches my ears. Of course, the popular restroom hookup.
Seems like everyone is getting lucky and fucked except me in this universe.
Fuck it, I’ll borrow someone’s phone and call a cab. Or I’ll just march to the nearest bus stop. I turn around with every intention to walk away, when the same arrogant voice I hear in my nightmares reaches my eardrums.
Dash.
The devil of my personal hell.
As I hear his groans, followed by a loud moan, suddenly an enticing idea forms. The man ruined my night and sits eclipsing over my sex life like a black moon, so the least I can do is ruin his. Tit for tat and all that.
Slipping off my heels to avoid making a sound, I tiptoe closer to the door, which is slightly ajar.
Only he could not be bothered to lock it.
I peer inside, hiding my body behind the wooden door, and catch the couple mere feet from me. My plan to march inside and interrupt until the girl has to leave evaporates in flames at the sight of them.
Dash has the girl kneeling between his feet, her top undone and bunched at her waist. I swallow when he thrusts his hips, sliding his cock deeper into her waiting mouth while she stares up at him.
A strange sensation spreads over my entire body.Arousal.
No way. I’m not getting turned on by watching my boyfriend’s off-limits stepbrother throat fuck another girl. The one constantly and silently tormenting me these past few weeks.
And yet I am.
