The drive is tortuous as I try to shake the thought of Cruz and the sinister thoughts that cross my mind. But no matter how hard I try to distract myself, his presence lingers in the corners of my consciousness, like a shadow that refuses to be dispelled. I can still feel his piercing gaze and his chilling words echoing in my ears, haunting my every waking moment. It's as if he has cast a spell over me, trapping me in a web of fear, uncertainty, and uncharted waters of pleasure.

We finally arrive at Miguel's, and I'm in awe of his place. Are all of Cruz's friends rich? We step inside, and Miguel walks toward us, "Hey, beautiful ladies." He smiles before kissing Lexi. I laugh and make my way to get myself a drink. I look around as I take a sip of my drink, noticing the extravagant decor and luxurious furniture.

I see Cruz with Sonya, and my eyes narrow as I see her grimy hands all over him.

What is happening to me?

Lexi finally grabs my arm and pulls me to the table where everyone is playing beer pong but with shots. I smile as I grab a ball and toss it, missing and having to gulp the drink that burns going down my throat. I can feel the warmth of the alcohol spreading through my body.

A few guys approach me, offering to teach me some tips and tricks for better aim. I smile and take the helping hand.

I begin to fan myself. It's hotter than Hades ballsack, and the alcohol pumping through my veins doesn't help matters. In fact, it makes it worse. I continue to fan myself, desperately seeking relief from the scorching heat.

As I get engrossed in the conversation, I feel eyes on me. The boys stop speaking and back away. Confusion takes over, and I turn around to see Cruz standing there. He has a mischievous smile on his face, and I can't help but be intrigued.

"Well, you just ruined my night." I tell him. He laughs and says, "You want to hook up with one of them?" I raise an eyebrow at his audacity, but I can't help but be drawn in by his confidence. "No thanks," I reply, feigning disinterest. "I came here to enjoy myself; that doesn't mean I'm interested in any of them." Cruz's smile widens, and he leans in closer, his voice dropping to a low, seductive whisper. "Good," he murmurs, his breath tickling my ear. "Because I have something much more interesting in mind." A shiver runs down my spine as I try to decipher his intentions, but there's no denying the magnetic pull between us.

I shake my head and walk away from him. As I turn the corner down a hall to find the bathroom, my phone rings, and I pull it out of my purse. A message from Mackenzie pops up. I open the text to see a picture of her and Caleb making out with a caption that reads.

Living his best life without you. Sorry, not sorry. I feel a pang of jealousy and frustration. I'm thousands of miles away, and she still finds ways to taunt me.

"Fuck!" I shout. Frustrated that I can't see her to beat her porcelain face in. I clench my fists, longing for the day when I can finally confront her. Violence hasn't always been something I stayed away from, so I wouldn't mind putting her and Caleb in their places once and for all.

Anger fuels me as I begin to open the bathroom door. Hands grip my waist, pulling me into the dark powder room that is lit with only a scented candle. My heart races as I try to process what is happening. I feel the warmth of Cruz's body against mine, his breath tickling my ear. "I'm sorry if I ruined your night," he whispers, his voice filled with a mix of sincerity and playfulness. "But I couldn't resist the opportunity to have a moment alone with you." His words send shivers down my spine, and I can't deny the electric chemistry between us.

His fingers linger up my thighs, and I feel my breathing become heavier. The room feels charged with anticipation as I give in to the intoxicating allure of his touch.

"I know I ruined your fun. But no one can give you what you need like I can." His voice is smooth and tempting as he leans in closer.

I can feel the intensity of his gaze; his eyes locked with mine, as if begging me to surrender to the irresistible desire that courses through my veins. The air between us crackles with an unspoken longing, drawing us closer together in a dance of seduction and anticipation. In that moment, I know that resistance is futile, and I give myself over to the alluring promise of this intimate encounter.

"You don't want someone who will just kiss you." His soft, velvety lips caress mine with a tantalizing touch, igniting a fiery desire deep within my core. "You want someone who will consume you, leaving no part untouched by their insatiable hunger." His tongue parts our mouths, and I succumb to the intoxicating pull, losing myself completely in the depth of his passion. He fuels a hunger within that only he can satisfy. As his hands explore the curves of my body, his touch sends shivers down my spine, electrifying every nerve ending, setting my body ablaze with an insatiable longing. I am powerless against his seduction, surrendering myself to the intoxicating rhythm of our desires intertwining.

He pulls away, his irresistible lips lingering on my earlobe as his fingers inch closer and closer to the delicate fabric of my lacy undergarments. "You don't want someone who will just make you come; you want someone who will make you feel alive." He kisses my ear. "You need someone who will make you tremble with desire and ignite a fire within you that burns hotter than anything you've ever known." I let out a seductive gasp as his fingers caress my aching core, desperate for his touch.

He lightly glides my lacy panties aside, exposing my pulsating desire for the impending pleasures that lie ahead. He presses his body closer, his lips grazing my ear, his hot breath igniting a fire within me, sending delicious shivers cascading down my spine. "I want to taste your sweet surrender," he murmurs, his voice dripping with an insatiable craving that mirrors my own.

As he says this, his fingers are driven deep inside me, drawing us closer together. The touch is gentle yet commanding, sending a jolt of pleasure through my body. I can't help but shiver in his embrace, feeling the building anticipation and desire intensify. With every kiss along my neck, his fingers maintain their rhythmic pulsations, perfectly synchronizing with the intoxicating tension that envelops us.

Every touch and whisper fuels the flames of desire within me, making it impossible to resist surrendering completely to him. My entire being trembles with a potent mix of longing and excitement as I become consumed by his touch.

His dark eyes lock with mine, filled with an intoxicating mix of dominance and desire. He watches me as he takes me into an euphoric state. The room is dimly lit, casting shadows that heighten the sense of forbidden pleasure. His lips brush against mine, catching my moan in his mouth. In this moment, I am his willing captive, lost in the depths of our twisted romance.

But before I can reach the brink of ecstasy, our moment together is interrupted.

"Cruz. Get out here!" Miguel shouts from outside the door. His head presses against my forehead. "Another time, Bambi." He whispers before opening the door and leaving me alone, still craving his touch.

As the sound of Miguel's voice echoes in the room, the heat that had enveloped us dissipates, replaced by a sudden rush of coldness. I reluctantly pull myself away from the door, my body yearning for the warmth and passion that had just been stolen from me. With a sigh, I straighten my dishevelled clothes and take a moment to collect my thoughts. The lingering scent of Cruz's cologne lingers in the air, teasing my senses and reminding me of the intensity we shared only moments ago.

With his hands on me, I forgot about everything. My past disappeared, and I felt at peace in the moment. But now, reality has crashed back into my consciousness, leaving me angrier than before.

As I stand here, alone in the aftermath of our encounter, a wave of resentment washes over me. How could I have allowed myself to be so vulnerable, so easily swayed by his touch? The anger fuels a fire within me, igniting a determination to reclaim the pieces of myself that I had unknowingly given away.

But my sick mind wants him to return, to finish what he started. What I've learned from this little interaction between us is that I need him desperately.

I stand there, still feeling him on my skin, wondering how much higher he can take me. My thoughts confess to me. I want him...badly.

But I know deep down that this desire is dangerous, that it threatens to consume me whole. The pull he has on me is both exhilarating and terrifying. I have become addicted to his touch, to the way he makes me feel alive and vulnerable all at once. It's as if he holds the key to unlocking parts of myself that I never knew existed. Yet, I also fear that giving in to this desire will only lead to more heartbreak and pain. Can I really trust him with the fragile pieces of my heart that I have just started to reclaim? Or will he shatter them?