Destroy Me Gently:Ex-Enemy Becomes My Lover!
Chapter 54: A bite at revenge

Chapter 54: A bite at revenge

Chapter fifty-four

**Kieran Morrison**

The son of a bitch regained his balance and the bastard had the nerve to glare right at me.

"Your boyfriend? He never mentioned anything about being in a relationship," He held my stare, tension radiating from us in hot waves. And then he looked away. "See you some other time cutie," He gave Oliver one last adoring look before disappearing into the crowd. I wanted to chase after him, every instinct in my body roaring.

He wouldn’t be meeting my boyfriend ever again. And as for Oliver, how dare he let that fucker simply touch him like that? He had recognized me earlier, yet he still had the nerve to do this, perhaps he was provoking me on purpose.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" The words seethed from me as I gazed at his costume.

Just how many people was Oliver going to attract? How did his ass even stay a virgin with all these vultures circling him?

Then a darker thought crept in. What if Oliver hadn’t stayed a virgin?

"It’s y..y..you! How could you do this to m-me!" He dragged out, pointing a shaky finger at me, then stabbing it at my chest.

His words were slurred. No shit that he was drunk, but he hadn’t been when he bumped into me a few minutes ago. I remembered his footsteps were steady. Who did he come with?

He was dead drunk and alone, so easy to take advantage of. The thought sent a spike of anger and concern through me.

What the hell was he doing here in the first place? And why was he dressed so attractively?

"You didn’t even reply to my message, you should be home sleeping!" It took everything within me not to snap.

"Why c-can you be here and I cannot? Huh? Why d-do you want to control every aspect of my life!"

At that moment, William made his way over to us. He slipped off his mask and I felt my rage intensify.

I should have known. Of course, it was William who had brought Oliver to this place, gotten him drunk, and let him dance with random strangers. The bastard I’d specifically told Oliver to stay away from.

What if he and William were really that close and they had already...?

When I kissed him, he’d said it wasn’t his first kiss. My jaw clenched so hard it hurt. Had William been his first? How far had they gone in their relationship? The thought of William’s hands on Oliver, of them together in ways that should be mine alone, made something violent surge through me.

His hand curled tightly around my shirt. My attention snapped back to him. His words were jumbled up but I was still able to make it out.

"W..why did you tell them that I was a p...plaything? I’m so mad at y..you! She told me that you both h..had a good laugh and she had told you to kiss me, is that true?" His fingers were pointed at Amanda who was somehow behind me now.

"Why did you bring your disgusting self here? Go away you attention-seeking fag!"

Wasn’t she drunk? She sounded pretty sober right now. So, she had only been pretending.

And what the hell had she said to Oliver?

"I’m not talking to you! So shut up, why are you always like a leech, sticking y-yourself to Kieran all of the..the time huh?" His face was tight in dislike.

I could almost chuckle at how the expression made him look like an angry kitten.

"You are the ridiculous leech, why are you everywhere I go? You even showed up here of all places!"

Oliver’s eyes flashed with drunken anger. Before I could react, he grabbed a full cup from a nearby table and dumped the entire contents over Amanda’s head.

The liquid cascaded down her hair, ruining her makeup and soaking her dress. She stood there dripping, her mouth opening and closing like a fish.

"Now, you look r-ridiculous as hell" Oliver cackled, swaying on his feet.

"How dare you! I’ll kill you, you little freak!" Amanda screeched, her hands raised to retaliate. I knew I had to get in then. I caught her hand midway, shoving her aside.

"Stop it!" I hissed.

She directed her angry gaze at me then.

"He attacked me first! You surely can’t choose to support him. Come on, I know you can’t say the reason is that he is your boyfriend. You don’t do relationships, remember! You can’t let him turn you gay," She spat icily, glancing from me to Oliver.

"I quite remember I told you that I don’t share what belongs to me. Even if it is my plaything, it still belongs to me, so you can’t raise your fucking hand at them!" I spoke each word through clenched teeth.

"Let’s see for how long you’ll keep saying this! And don’t call me up when his little virgin ass can’t give you what you want!" She exploded. With one final glare, she stormed out at a furious pace.

Virgin ass.

I really hoped William hadn’t gotten that far with him yet, or I’d kill both of them!

I reverted my attention to Oliver, ignoring William whose scrutiny was fixated on me.

His gaze was now blurry with tears. He groped at his stomach with his other hand since he still had the other fisted tightly on my shirt.

"I f..feel dizzy, I want to argh," he groaned, then a spurt of liquid landed on my shirt.

What the hell.

I tried to uncurl his fingers from my shirt. He could vomit on the ground, but I couldn’t go around with the stench of puke all over me.

"Let go now," I voiced out in a grimace.

"No," he giggled like it was all fun to him.

He wouldn’t let go. His grip got even tighter if possible as he continued the torture of puking his guts out on my shirt.

Now his face was upturned to mine, wearing that wide, creepy satisfied smirk.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

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