You Are My Heartbreaker

Chapter 20

I danced my way back to dance floor, don't know when. I found Dani and Kevin, they were too caught up with each other to notice me so I danced with the crowd.

This was my fifth bottle tonight, I think it is finally kicking in this time. I start to have this warm and cozy inside, and certainly I am very jumping. I feel myself lifting off the dance floor at every beat.

I was perhaps a bit tipsy as well, I accidentally fell on someone.

"I am... SO SORRY!" I laughed, looking at the man's face. It was a bit blurred in my sight.

"All good, don't sweat it," he held me by the elbow.

I laughed out again because of his Scottish accent, "You from Scotland sir?" I mocked him.

"Sweden actually," he answers.

"Hmm... okay, have fun at the party," I giggle moving away from him.

"Come dance with me," he pulls on my wrist.

"No thanks," I feel the bitter substance rushing my stomach, I cover my mouth, "I'm not feeling to good."

"I'll bring you inside," he wraps his arm around me and held my hand with the other. I tried to move out of his grip but he was too strong.

We moved into the kitchen now but it was pretty squished. There was a line up for the washroom downstairs too.

"I could go by myself," I tried pushing him off again but he holds me close again.

"I'll take you," he soothes, guiding me upstairs. Amy's house was big so to find my way out after at this stage would be difficult.

"Seriously dude, I'm OKAY," I was angered now, and irritated. I shove him hard and sauntered off to find the washroom. It didn't take him long to grab me hard my the wrist and shove me into a room.

It was too late to call for help. We were inside Amy's office I believe, with the moonlight shining in I see a desk with stacks of files on it and closer to the window was a mahogany leather couch. With no hesitant he threw me on.

"Bitch don't shove off," he leans over me, I feel his finger roll down my cheek, and he chuckles, "Soft just the way I like it."

I opened my mouth to scream but he shuts me up by pressing his lips on mine harshly. I felt his free hand groping my sides up and down and the other hand he held onto the wall for support. He had one knee on the couch and the other foot on the floor.

"You're not getting anywhere," he smirks, the sucks on the nape of my neck.

"HELP!" I screamed, "HELP! HELP!"

"Shut up bitch!" he slaps me across the cheek hard, I felt the burn settling in. My face was perhaps red even. He covers it with one hand as he temps to tear of my top. I squeal hoping anyone passing by could hear. As much twitching and movement I made to dodge his sloppy kisses it would earn me a smack on the face. I was drunk but I could sense it if he is touching me. I felt my shirt slipping off. This was my last shot, he used both hands to remove my shirt.

"AAAAAAAAH" I squeaked, "SOMEBODY HELP! Leave me the hell alone!"

"I'm serious bitch," he slapped my other cheek and roughly places his lips over mine as he tears my shirt off. He was about to unbuckle my bra until I open my eyes to see him on the floor.

"Screw off ass she said to leave her alone," I look up and see Nick there. He looked furious, he was about to launch at the dude again.

"What's your problem?" the Swedish dude stood up looking for a fight, "This your girl? She's feisty."