KIERAN, IF YOU TOUCH ME .....

CHAPTER FORTY-ONE

“Don’t let those guys ruin our mood. We came here to have fun and not to let those assholes bring our spirits further down. Fuck them to the moon and back.” Chloe said, glaring at the back of Tyler’s head.

“Calm down on the eye daggers Chloe. Don’t let him get to you. He’s not worth it.” I said. We each had our own type of baggage.

“You’re right. Fuck him and his whorish ways, Liya. You know what? I’m going to get laid tonight and he’s not going to be the one. I’m not going to fight for his attention like one of his little bitches.” She says and grabs a bottle, gulping down the contents.”

“Woah that’s enough.” I attempted to pull the bottle from her, but drunk Chloe is a force to be reckoned with.

She finally let’s go but only to run in the direction of the pool where everyone is.

I run after her. The wind blows my hair around, probably making me look like a startled and bewildered deer staring at a car's headlights. I looked around for my friend but she was nowhere to be found. Kieran is not either.

What is it with people disappearing tonight? I walked towards the pool chairs. Looking around for a certain black-haired Devil,

Kieran.

He is usually the center of attention and can be spotted easily as he towers over a lot of people, and his looks –which he totally doesn’t deserve, by the way— make him stand out.

I rub my hands as the weather gets chillier.

The basketball team has already taken up all the pool chairs with my team members on their laps, drinking and laughing and having genuine fun. Every single one is taken, even my personal one. Today I was not in the mood to ask them to fuck off, and I’d rather throw myself in the pool and surface with my bare no make-up face reddened with zits for everyone to see than sit in one of their laps.

The thought makes me think of a certain someone who would not approve of my condescending thoughts about his team members and, just like that, I’m pushed violently into the water.

“Loosen up girl.” A drunk Chloe slurs as she jumps in after me. Where did she even come from? I was going to kill my best friend.

I just had to jinx myself.

Shit

Shit.

My face.

I cover my face with my hands as I fall into the cold water, butt first and begin to go under. This was going to be another humiliating night, but staying down would just bring up my dead body instead, so I kicked my legs up to propel me up.

Cold hands encircle my ankle, dragging me back down and my instincts kick in as I open my lips to let out a scream, but water fills my lungs and my chest burned, my eyes burned with tears and pool water.

Someone was trying to kill me.

Drown me

The hand on my ankle is unwavering as I’m dragged deeper and further, my sense of direction is lost and my consciousness is slipping away. Just when I feel like my chest is exploding, I’m yanked out of the water and onto the floor.

I become a coughing and splattering mess as tears run down my face.

I turned to look at the source of my current predicament coming out of the water, and it was none other than the devil himself.

Kieran Castles stands tall in all his glory, hovering over me with an evil appreciation of his view. He was enjoying seeing me like that. The moonlight cast a silvery glow on his naked glistening chest.

“I could have died. What are you doing, you crazy wanker?” I said to him, my voice wet and hoarse. He had pulled- I mean dragged- me to the other end of the pool that the partygoers had left alone.

That was because this part was dark and secluded. He had brought me here alone. No one would ever know. All they’ll remember is me falling into the pool and never surfacing. My body will not even be found or after he murders me in cold blood, he’ll have mercy and dump it into the pool so my parents can at least hold me a funeral whilst he fakes sympathy by their side.

I’m terrified right now. My body starts shivering and shaking, but it’s not entirely from the cold.

He took deliberate steps towards me before grabbing me by the hair and jerking my head up, smirking like he could sense my false brevity and was preying on that.

“Heard you were looking for me.” He drawls in that sultry voice of his. I had a love-hate relationship with it.

“I wasn’t.” I quickly lied. He might figure out my plan of trying to defy him and I don’t think I could bear another punishment.

“Hmmm… is that so?” He asks in a voice so bland I can’t tell if he believes me or not. He lets go of my hair, but then he starts unbuckling his belt and yanking his jeans off in precise movements so he’s left in his Calvin Klein boxers.

I averted my eyes quickly.

“Kieran, if you touch me, I swear to God…. ” He takes a step towards me, not giving a fuck about my threats..

“Kieran.. please…..”

“This is one of my favorite positions of you, you know? At my feet…helpless… disheveled, and begging. It’s just stunning.” He smiles like he’s seeing an art masterpiece instead of a terrified shaken girl.

Is it crazy that I like that he called me stunning? That he thinks I’m stunning even in this state?

No Aliyah, he probably thinks your pain is stunning, not you. That’s how psychotic he is.

He throws the jeans at me and I catch it before it slaps me in the face.

“I don’t fuck fake pussy.” He says as he grabs my wrist and jerks me to my wobbly feet, dragging me behind him, and I do something in between a run and a walk as I follow obediently.