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I walked quickly through the hallway, eyes darting back and forth hoping to catch Sterling. She’s nowhere to be found. I try a few doors, but they’re all locked. I reach the last room at the end of the hallway expecting it to be locked too, but when I turn the knob, it opens. There’s a man, a boy rather, with his back toward me. He must not notice me because he doesn’t look back, he just continues standing ominously at the edge of the bed. When I hear his belt hit the floor, a pang of anger runs through my chest. I approach him from behind quietly. And there she is, on the bed looking very out-of-it and extremely uncomfortable. I take a step further into the room. Her jacket is on the floor and her dress is pulled up past her thighs. Rage floods me instantaneously.
“What the fuck is going on here?” I announce in question, making him jump before turning to face me.
He looks at me up and down and laughs. “You her dad?” he asks mockingly, then turns back to face Sterling. “Close the door on your way out. I have business to take care of,” he whispers as he waves his hand behind him, motioning me gone.
“You have no business being in here, especially withher,” I demand, trying desperately to keep my cool, but this jackass better be careful with what he says next.
“Dude, what the fuck is your problem? Can’t you see I’m busy?” He rolls his eyes as he turns back around to face me.
“Busy with what? Thought you’d take advantage of a very pretty, and also, very drunk girl?” I take another step forward, this time putting about four inches between his face and mine.
“No, I-” He puts his hands up at me and practically whimpers. “Is she your girlfriend? I was just… it was a mistake,” he stutters, reaching down to pick up his belt.
“If I ever catch you near her again, you’ll be very fucking sorry. Now get the fuck out of here before I beat the actual shit out of you.” He doesn’t waste a second, tripping over himself all the way to the door. I follow behind him to shut and lock the door.
Immediately, my attention is turned to Sterling who lays semi-unconsciously on the bed, still fully clothed, thank God.
“Sterling?” I shake her, trying to get her to wake up. “Are you okay?” I struggle to stay calm as I’m panicking inside.
“Oh, hey big boy,” she finally responds, slurring with sleepy eyes. Even at a time like this, my cock still nudges at her alluring voice.
“Did he do anything to you?” I have to ask, though I’m fairly sure I stopped whatever was going to happen. Her eye makeup is smeared, and I can smell the alcohol on her breath. I try to help her pull her dress down but she swats at my hand and adjusts it herself.
“Did you make him shit his pants?” She’s laughing now but I don’t find this funny. She made me drive out of my way to find her just so she could laugh in my face?
“Sterling, I don’t have time for jokes. Get up!” I demand. And she suddenly jolts up to sitting position.
“Yes, sir.” She gestures a salute over her heavy eyelids, the blue in them looking like a romantic midnight sky.
“Did he hurt you?” I ask again, this time with more solemnity to my tone.
“No, no. I thought about just letting him have his way with me though. I’m sure I look pretty hot tonight.” She’s still slurring her words.
“Did you want him to have sex with you?”
“No, obviously not. I just didn't really care if it was going to happen,” she fades off.
“Sterling, why the fuck did you let yourself get like this?” I’m enraged at this point.
“You sound kind of bossy,” she giggles as she sits up next to me, our thighs touching as she crosses her legs.
She rubs her eyes, smearing her makeup even more. I hand her a box of tissues and she wipes her face lazily which makes me laugh.
“You’re my hero,” she whispers, her eyes rolling back to her head as she reaches her hand out to my chest. I feel bad for wanting her, I don’t know why I do. I can’t think of a single time I’ve ever actuallywanteda woman for anything other than a release. That makes me feel like such an asshole, honestly.
The sound of the music pulsates around us. I almost forgot we were at someone’s house party. I reach one hand behind her back, using my other hand to grab hers, as I help her to her feet.
“You make me feel all tingly.” The words tumble out of her mouth. I need to maintain my etiquette here. The alcohol is probably speaking for her. But, God, this girl is fucking beautiful. Even with her mascara smeared and her hair in a tangled, curly mess.
“Thanks for getting here so fast.” She wraps her arm around my waist as we head out of the bedroom.
“You’re drunk, and I wanted to make sure you got home safely,” I respond, matter-of-factly.
“Dakota says you’re a player.” She goes for a chuckle, but it comes out as a hiccup.
I ignore her comment. How does her friend even know who I am? But to her defense, she’s not wrong. Or maybe now she is…oh, who the fuck knows.
I try to hurry us out of the house, avoiding anyone and everyone, ideally. A pair of eyes land on me, belonging to the girl with fiery orange hair, the same one I saw with Sterling at the bar. She scowls at me, but I don’t know why. She should be thanking me for getting her friend out of this mess.
