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Ore's POV

I could feel my heart beating erratically, it was almost as if it was going to burst out of my chest. One of Dami's hand was splayed on my butt as he leaned in, his bathed breath hot against my flush cheeks.

Butterflies were fluttering wildly in my stomach at the close contact and my eyes closed for a brief moment. It was as if I was in a dream world. One where I was being rescued from the wicked villian by a dashing prince with a promise of an happy ever after. The prince's blonde hair tousled in the wind and the cold biting his soft skin making his face beet red on his raging chariot. But it was only my imagination, right?

That could never happen in reality. Not with Dami I suppose. It was no secret that he had a reputation of having sex with girls and dumping them by giving flimsy excuses for his corrosive actions. I knew he didn't care if any of his victim's feelings were hurt or if they wanted more out of whatever they got into with him. He was a blithely egoistic guy. Then why was I having something for him?

I thought back to the night I followed Mercy to Zaragoza to collect her phone from her brother. The embarrassment that followed Dami's careless act had left me shell shocked. I never imagined that someone so handsome would be that despicable. He was always impeccably dressed, his shirt neatly tucked into his pressed trouser.

I guessed looks were deceiving. But still, he was here with me. Our bodies molded together as we twirled slowly to the music. He didn't act rude when he saw me walk into the party looking all flustered. He treated me in a gentlemanly way and handled me like a porcelain doll despite his cold hearted nature. That is a start I think?

Perhaps, we both needed time to develop our likeness for each other and put asides our differences if ever there was one on his part. My well manicured nails dug into his shoulder as he began peppering hot kisses down my neck. They were soft, feather light, and slightly grazed my skin, leaving me burned and gasping for more.

I was on my toes, accidentally brushing my gloss against the light stubble on his chin. My breath was coming out in spurts as his eyes trailed from behind me to land on mine. They seemed to gaze deep into my soul and suck the life out of me. I bit my bottom lips while my steps faltered.

In the same instant, Dami was there offering his strong arms for support and pulling me flush against his chest, a concerned look marring his face. We stayed still for some minutes. Neither of us offering to speak a single word to each other. It wasn't needed or so I thought.

I gave Dami a faint smile and relished the warmth of his heated body against my exposed skin. I had never felt something so strong for someone apart from my cute little brother, Michael. If there was one thing I could wish for, it was for this blissful moment of ours to never end.

Little did I know of the impending doom lurking around the corner.

Hip hop music was blaring from the speakers placed at strategic positions in the club and in less than a minute, the circular dance floor was once again crowded with sweaty bodies grinding hard to the beat. I took a huge gulp of the creamy liquid in my glass and smacked my lips together. This was good stuff.

Dami was observing me closely from the rims of his own glass, barely saying a word to me. But by the evil glint that prodded his brown orbs, I knew he wanted me. I was beginning to feel a sizzling electricity buzz from my inner core and I had to adjust my seating position so Dami wouldn't notice.

His eyebrows shot upward and he reached out a hand to squeeze my laps in assurance. I laughed hardly, feeling the effects of the drink seep into my head. This was my fifth of sixth glass of liquor, I was about ready to strip my clothes off and fuck Dami senseless. I squirmed in my seat as Dami's fingertips caressed my underbelly. Sweat trickled down the side of my face and I bit hard on my lip to keep from letting out a loud moan.

"Can we go somewhere?" I managed. My head was whoozy and I was starting to see blurry figures that eventually faded into a wisp of thin air. I patted Dami's muscular thighs and chuckled but he wasn't looking at me. Instead, his gaze was fixed on a particular someone that snaked through the crowd with hands in a brown, leather jacket.

I squinted my eyes a bit in the dim lighting, trying to sharpen my focus and scooted closer to Dami whose smiley face had now become hardened.

Phillip was making his way towards us with a tight lipped smile.

"Hey, Phil," I waved heartily, slurring over my own words. "Why don't you come join us?"

I made a feeble attempt to stand but ended up slouching back on the couch. "Come on, man!"

Philip's fist was clenched at his sides and his nostrils were fuming in anger as his face contorted into a deep frown. I watched the silent challenge in his stormy eyes, it wasn't good.

"Hey guy, what's up?" Dami asked, measuring every one of Philip's assertive movements. He dropped the cigarette he had been smoking on the table and gently tapped the ash onto a silver tray. A couple that were huddled at a far corner to my right stopped midway in their business and turned to stare at us. Just great!

"Don't you fucking what's up me," Philip strained his vocal cords, sparing me an awkward glare. "And who the hell are you?"

Philip gritted his teeth as he leaned closer to me. My heart was racing and I gulped, he purposely scratched the stubble on his chin. He needed a fresh shave. I turned my face away. Phil's breath stank of alcohol as opposed to that of Dami's which scented of fresh mint and lemons.

Now, why the hell was I comparing the two of them? I mentally facepalmed myself. A look of recognition flitted across his features as he studied me surreptitiously. He edged closer and closer to me until our noses were mere inches away from each other. I caught a whiff of his expensive cologne and pulled him in, planting a soft kiss on his full lips.

I didn't think I knew what I was getting myself into. Before I could retract my steps, Dami dragged a stunned Philip away from me and fisted his hand in his blue t-shirt, bunching it into sheets.

"What the hell did I tell you huhnn?" Dami raised his voice above the loud music. "Stay away from my girls!"

I snickered watching the two of them bickering like two rats and clapped my hand in a bid to spur them on. Dami's fist collided with Philip's nose and he fell back, crashing into a table full of liquor.

Glasses chattered to the floor making the whole club go into pandemonium. People scurried here and there, trying to make their way to the stairs only to stumble upon a few bodies that were sprawled out on the floor. Philip clasped Dami's arm in a tight grip as he struggled for fresh air. Dami applied pressure around Philip's thick neck, muttering obscenities under his breath.

I lunged for the two who were battling their wits about to tear each other apart. I wasn't expecting a blow to land on my cheek. This made me stumble backwards, figures danced back and forth in my vision as I tasted the metallic stench of blood and spat out in distaste.

Before I could think much of anything, two hefty bouncers with guns strapped on their broad chest, butted in to separate the fueling duo. Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted Tami watching from a safe distance with mouth agape. Her eyes connected with mine a minute before she scurried down the stairs with wobbly legs.

The party just freaking ended.