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By the time we got to the party, the driveway was already littered with cars. The directions led us to a massive, opened metal gate and a driveway that straight up into the night sky. A massive white mansion with black trim, marble pillars lining the outdoor hallways and large ceiling to floor windows stood at the top of the hill. Music and seductive lights cascaded from outside of the house, making this feel like the most expensive club I have ever been to.

I’m dressed in my black sweater, jean shorts, ripped fishnet stockings and knee-high black boots. My hair is curled, falling down my back and Jenny has done my makeup dark and smoky, giving me a tinted red lip. ‘Sultry’ as she calls it. She’s wearing her low-cut, cherry red mini dress, with black six-inch stilettos. Her blonde hair is curled, and a heavy winged liner dominates her eyelids making her blue eyes pop.

Looking over to me she says, “Just remember, don’t accept any drinks from random dudes. Also, if you’re ever feeling anxious or uncomfortable, tell me and we will leave right away!” she says, leaning towards me while yelling over the music.

We started to climb the heated marble driveway which had a black Yamaha Street Bike, a blacked-out McLaren P1, a lifted black Chevy truck with at least a seven inch lift on it and an all-black tinted Lamborghini. Whoever owns this place has a shit ton of money. As we make our way through the crystal glass French doors, the smell of weed and stale beer fills my nostrils.

It’s so crowded. There must be at least five hundred people here. Four large men wearing black security shirts stand posted at the entrance. Not even bothering to glance at Jenny or I as we pass by. Jenny and I held hands as we pushed through the drunk and stumbling guests. The hallway is wide and there is a massive opening to a large reception area where a flight of marble stairs hook around to the top floor. The immediate reaction is complete chaos. Rooms line all around the front entrance on either side of the mansion. Filled with drunken guests and clouds of smoke wafting out of the entrances.

The lights are so colorful and hypnotic. Vermilion, sapphire and Violet hues dance off the large crystal chandelier reflecting onto the white marble walls. It’s as if a celebrity or some crypto millionaire lives here. The mansion itself looks to be at least three stories high, with two separate wings.

Just gorgeous!

A DJ booth is set up in the massive main living room. White, long couches glowing in the black lights, line the two back walls where some people lay passed out or are currently making out. The ceiling is vaulted with sweeping windows, it must be at least forty feet high. The area itself is larger than the clubs back home. Guests bump and grind to the music, letting go completely, taken away by the trance of the pulsing speakers.

A fully stocked bar with a bartender sits next to the DJ booth under a ruby glowing light. Hound Dog by Doja Cat, bumps from the large speakers as laser lights move and flash with the beat of the music. I mean seriously, who can afford this? I seriously cannot process where I am right now. This is the most expensive and breathtaking place I have ever been. As we make our way towards the large open kitchen, a familiar voice calls out to me.

“Hey! You made it!” I’m greeted with soft blue eyes and one of the brightest smiles I have ever seen. It’s Chase. “We were starting to think you girls weren’t going to show up!” He yells over the music while stumbling into me. I can tell he’s had a few.

Smiling, I say, “Sorry! We had to get ready and unpack a bit.” Yelling back and leaning into him. Looking deeply at me and swaying a bit, he smiles and walks away. He returns with a drink in his hand, handing it to me.

“Vodka and cranberry. I hope you like that.” I give him an unsure look as he hands the drink in my direction, he understands my hesitation and takes a sip, then smiles and hands it out to me. “See, all good!” He yells while cracking a small smile. I can feel my cheeks turn bright pink as I take the cup out of his hand.

“Sorry” I said quickly. I took a small sip. The drink is strong. I can feel the burn of the vodka warm my lips. “Thanks!” I say as I smile sweetly at him while looking around for Jenny. I spot her right away, leaning on a counter and talking to Dane. She also has a beer in her hand and is currently pinning Dane to the counter he sits on.

As if Chase can sense my nervousness, he says, “Hey, we got a bonfire out back, do you want to head over there?” I gave him a quick nod and smiled. He grabs my hand, quickly leading me through the gyrating crowd. It’s so loud and packed in here that I can’t wait to get some fresh air.

Pretty sure I have a strong contact high going. My head feels like I have been stuck on a merry-go-round for too long, making me dizzy. His hand is warm in mine, sending little flutters swirling in my stomach from the contact. I feel special holding this man’s hand.

Jealous girls glance at him and I as we pass. I beam my smile right back at them. Makes me happy that they wish it was their hand in his.

Making it outside, we come to a large pool with a stone waterfall streaming into it. Directly in front of us, off in the distance, is a massive bonfire in the middle of the sizable yard. Crowds of people are standing around the inferno, others to the left of us are jumping and swimming in the heated ‘s-shaped’ large pool.

The house itself is not in a neighborhood. It’s in the city, not far from the university, but the mansion itself has its own private entrance and a driveway that spans at least a half mile up a hill. Completely and utterly alone up here. City views shine below in the distance.

That’s probably why they can throw ragers here without the cops being called. There is a DJ booth out here as well, Wicked Games by The Weeknd, blares from the surrounding speakers. Men and women grind up on each other and sway to the intoxicating rhythms. Keg stands are at full blast, with a line of people waiting for their turn. It’s a party paradise.

As we make our way to the bonfire, slithering through the intoxicated guests, something hits me like a ton of bricks. It’s an uneasy feeling that starts to creep inside of me. Almost putting me on edge. Some type of electric shock sends waves down my spine making the hair on the back of my neck stand straight up. Fluttering in my stomach.

I am being watched.

I slowly pull my eyes from the ground, towards the crackling energy beckoning me. A man sits, relaxed on a black velvet couch. A blonde, curvy, beautiful woman sits in his lap, kissing on his neck and rubbing her hands up and down his stomach under his black tank top. Grinding her ass on his upper thigh. His eyes are dead-set on mine. They’re the most hauntingly beautiful eyes I have ever seen.

Steel gray in color that shimmers in the fire’s warm light. He has black, inky hair that fades going up the side, little strands fall to his eyes; olive skin that is covered in black tattoos from his neck to his fingers. He is astonishing. A literal devil that I would sell my soul to for just one night. He just sits there, staring at me. I am transfixed by his intense blazing eyes. My heart rate starts to pick up and I feel my hands start to get sweaty. My thighs begin to rub together.

I stand there, gawking like an idiot, completely in a dreamlike state by this breathtaking man. Normally I would divert my eyes to such a gaze, but this is a magnet. The force controls me. His eyes slowly pull from mine to look me down slowly, He bites his lips when his gaze lands on my thick thighs with the ripped stockings.

I can see his chest start to rise and fall faster and faster at the mere sight of me. His eyes make their way to the joined hands of Chase and I and settle, raising his right eyebrow subtly. Noticing where his eyes were, I quickly removed my hand from his and rubbed my thigh anxiously. Letting out a sly smile, he lifts his smoldering eyes to meet mine once again. That perfect smile has me about to fall to my knees right here and beg him to take me.

I can feel my face burning. Not quite sure if it's from the roaring flames a few feet away, or due to the way this man makes my body respond to him. My breathing is starting to quicken. My heart is pounding out of my chest. Instantly wet from the mere sight of him. He licks his lower lip subtly and bites it again. Gripping the back of the couch with white, tight knuckles, his tattoos flexing.

The blonde continues to lick and nip his neck slowly and then her hand starts to make its way down his stomach, slipping inside his waistband and down his pants, starting to rub and palm his dick. His eyes never left mine during the act. She moves her hand up and down his shaft under his pants slowly. I can see his length pushing and fighting against his black jeans. My mouth starts to water as my lips part.

He keeps his gaze solely on me, as if he is daring me to keep watching. The once devilish smile is now gone. Pure lust is the only thing filling his darkening eyes. He has me paralyzed. Slowly, he tilts his head to the side as if a question is lingering on his mind. His eyes pinch as if concern runs through them. Before I have time to snap out of it, Chase steps in front of me trying to get my attention. Realizing how utterly dumb I must look; I turn and quickly move away back towards the house.

Utter embarrassment seeps through me. OMG, I just sat there and watched him. Like a fucking weirdo. Why was I just staring at him? Why couldn’t I pull my gaze from his? Why was he staring at me? Why did it feel so good? He probably just thinks I am some creepy girl now who gets off on watching people fuck! Before I can let my thoughts overtake me, I feel a hand grab my wrist and turn me.

“Hey, slow down! Are you ok? You just turned and ran away so fast.” Chase says with a worried look in his eyes.

“Yeah, I’m sorry.” I say breathlessly. “That guy on the couch, he literally was getting a hand job, like right in front of everyone.” I say, quietly running my hands along my sweater sleeve. I probably sound like an immature silly little kid now. Fuck! Why did Jenny bring me here?

I am going to be repulsing every man I encounter. I’m sure nobody here cares about any form of PDA, or they didn’t even care to notice. Most look like they are about to get it on, laying on the grass out here. I must look like a fucking prude clutching my grandma’s pearls once again.

“Oh, sorry Brooke, that’s just Eli.” He says laughing. “He pretty much does whatever he wants. With whoever . Not a shy dude. This is his and Dane’s place.” Winking at me he continues, “But hey, stay here, let me go grab you another drink. You’re almost out.” He nodded to my cup.

I stand, a bit unsure, looking around then say, “Ok.” He gives me a quick kiss on my cheek then turns and leaves me standing in the crowded yard. Holy crap, this is his and Dane’s place? I am guessing trust fund babies at this point or crypto kings.

I wonder what his room looks like .

No. I can’t think like this. That blonde has her Fierce red talons in him. God, He would never push her to the side for the likes of me. My stomach starts to feel uneasy again.

The party is at full blast now. I make my way around, trying to find a quieter spot then something off in the distance catches my attention. A large willow tree stands towards the back of the yard past the bustling people. A black, iron bench sits underneath its drooping leaves. It’s so beautiful. Quickly, I make my way over to it for some peace and quiet.

Walking underneath the strands of hanging leaves, they tickle my face as I pass through them. A sea of leaves shields me from the chaotic party behind me. The full harvest moon shines through, painting little shadows all over my skin. The cool breeze catches my hair, gently whispering it off my shoulders. It’s so calming to my shattered nerves. I take a seat and relax while I look at the quiet city below.

“Breathtaking, isn’t it?” A low voice hums inches away into my ear, making me jump up and spin around. The intoxicating musk of cedar and smoke surrounds me. Turning around, I am met with a pair of steel gray eyes looking down at me and that devilish smile gleaming once again in the bright moonlight.