Destroy Me Gently:Ex-Enemy Becomes My Lover!
Chapter 52: Wrong party II

Chapter 52: Wrong party II

Chapter Fifty two

**Oliver West**

I didn’t move an inch to do as he said. My fingers were trembling in a nervous mess. Why was I so panicked if he recognized me or not? It wasn’t as though I needed his permission to be here... I wasn’t his groomed pet!

These words were only stuck in my head, in reality, I wasn’t courageous enough to yell them at him.

The side of my face remained flattened to his chest, and I could hear the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

"Should I guess you must be deaf as well? I asked you to take it off!" He snapped, impatience oozing from his voice. Where was he in such a hurry to go?

Poor me.

Just as I touched my mask, prepared for whatever was to happen, either by sheer luck or a miracle, the tangled edge slipped free from his shirt.

Taking two quick successive steps backward, I inhaled a sharp breath, stuffing my lungs filled with oxygen. I could almost weep aloud my relief.

That had been so close!

Now I just have to get the hell out of here. Just as I whirled around prepared to leave, his voice rang out again, burning with authority.

"Wait... stop there!"

My legs stilled to a pause even though my brain screamed at me to run as far and fast as I could.

I still didn’t turn around to face him, until I felt a hand snake around my arm, swerving me around to face him.

I met those metallic orbs then. It flickered with the slightest trace of confusion as his grip tightened even further.

I wet my lips nervously. My heart was thudding so loud, I wanted to scream for him to let go but I knew without a doubt it was a sure way for him to recognize me.

Why did he stop me? Did he somehow manage to discover me? But how could it be? I was even wearing different colored contact lenses, so he wouldn’t even recognize my eyes through my mask. I was freaking out while he just continued to watch me.

"Do I know you?" His words came out slowly, his intent gaze burning through the exposed portion of my face which consisted of only my lips and jaw.

I squirmed under that piercing gaze. My voice stuck in my throat.

His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard. He blinked once... And then twice, muttering a few words and curses under his breath. It sounded so low, but my ears caught it anyway. ’No, it can’t be him’

With that, he abruptly let go of his grip on my arm and I could breathe once again.

Even though he finally let go, his determined gaze was still scrutinizing me and then, he brought out his phone, and appeared to be dialling someone.

Me??

Thankfully, I’d turned off my phone earlier.

What the hell was I still doing here, waiting like an idiot for him to recognize me?

That was when I ran.

I didn’t look back or try to find out if he was staring after me, but somehow, I knew he was. I just had to get away. I didn’t stop running until I got back to the crowded and music blaring living room, with seas of near naked bodies dancing and whistling.

I held a palm over my heaving chest as I searched my gaze around for William. I saw him at the far end of the room.

That traitor!

I clenched my fist tight. I was so mad at him right now. How could he abandon me when he had practically forced me to come here?

"Oliver is that you?"

"Yes, it’s me! Where the heck did you go!!" I screamed above the loud music. I snatched one of the plastic cups in front of him, it contained some coloured liquid and I downed it in a single gulp.

Damn. I was so thirsty.

It had a weird sweet scent and flavor. Weird in a good way. It was definitely my new favorite juice.

I snatched the other cup from him and did the same while he regarded me with an amused expression.

"What!" I snapped. I was still very much mad at him and he still hadn’t bothered to apologize.

"Do you have any idea what you just drank? And not just one but two! Sweetie, you are surely gonna get the wildest ride of your life," He exclaimed.

I shot him a confused look. Wasn’t it juice? It tasted like strawberry to me... but the strawberry had also tasted weird.

"What do you m..mean isn’t it juice?" before I even completed those words, I began to feel lightheaded.

I walked in wavering steps to the empty seat next to him, digging my fingers through my hair. The wig and the mask were suddenly giving a lot of heat. I wanted it off.

"W..what did you give m..me?" I croaked, feeling even dizzier by the second.

"Did I? I clearly remembered that you snatched it from my hands. Those drinks are heavily spiked! And you had two of them."

Spiked? As in with alcohol???!

Soon the world began to spin around me. His image was getting blurry despite my contact lenses.

"Come, I’ll get you home," he spoke tugging on my hand, his gaze a little sympathetic.

I struggled to my feet and shrugged his grip off my wrist in a slow lazy gesture.

The music was loud and buzzing. I suddenly didn’t care anymore. The sudden urge to join the sea of dancing movement struck me.

Somehow this was the best feeling I’ve ever felt in a while. It was as if I was floating in a sea of clouds. I felt free and unreserved.

"No, I waaannaa s..stayy," the words slurred out from my mouth in a loud high pitched laughter I didn’t recognize as mine.

His gaze widened as he regarded my staggering form.

"Oh shit, come on, I’ll take you home. You’ll be alright when you wake up."

Alright? I was feeling alright now, so what was he talking about.

"A little l..longer... Pleaseeee, I’m beginning to kinda ... like it hereeee," I insisted, tugging my arm free once again from his grip.

"No, you don’t like it here. That’s the alcohol speaking."

"But I want to d.. dance!" I yelled, staggering two steps backward.

Before William could stop me, I stumbled into the crowd of dancing bodies. Why was it so stuffy? I snatched the wig from my head, and without a thought, I tossed it somewhere into the crowd.

My fingers moved to the buttons of my costume shirt, working them loose one by one.

The fabric parted, and I could finally get some air.

The music pounded through my chest, and I let myself get lost in the rhythm.

Several hands reached out, touching my arms, my chest. My waist. The attention should have horrified me, but the alcohol made everything feel distant, unreal.

A pair of arms wrapped around me from behind. I turned to see the boy from earlier.

Xander, his eyes locked with my dazed ones as he moved with me to the beat.

"You look even more adorable being yourself like this," he whispered against my ear, his breath hot on my skin. His hands rested on my waist, pulling me closer until there was no space between us.

I should have cared. Should have pushed him away. But the alcohol made everything feel like a dream.

Xander’s lips brushed my neck as we swayed together. His fingers traced along my arms, my shoulders.

My gaze caught on a familiar movement across the room. As lightheaded as I was, I still was able to recognize him.

At that moment, his gaze darted towards mine as well. If there was another thing the drink did, it was to make me hypersensitive to his presence, sending a twinge of awareness through me.

But then, he wasn’t alone. Soon another familiar figure joined him, a plastic cup clenched in her hand, her other hand caressing his shoulders.

Amanda.

Why did she glue to him everywhere like a leech? He tortured me all these days and called me his boyfriend in front of everyone, but here he was.

Back with that bitch!

Was Amanda right all along? That the prank was her idea. Were they both messing with me?

A stir of emotion began to boil inside of me. Anger and the need to get back at the both of them.

Xander’s hands tightened on my waist, but I barely felt them anymore. All I could see was Kieran watching me with those burning eyes.

With the newfound surge of courage the alcohol gave me, I pushed away from Xander and began to move towards them. That was until William appeared, his gaze downright horrified.

"Oh god! You are really such a headache when drunk. What are you doing?"

His words didn’t penetrate my head. Not with those intent eyes focused on my every movement.

He dared to make me his puppet! To threaten me with the video his bitch of a girlfriend made of me!!

To think my butt is still sore because of him! And yet, here he was, having a good time!

Without breaking our stare, I undid my mask and allowed it to drop to the floor beneath.