not sure I want to, your sort of an ass and really bossy.”
Before he could do anything, I was out the door, leaving him with a shocked expression. I escaped back into the ballroom and tried to clear my head from whatever the fuck that had been. They didn’t follow me this time and I found myself feeling rather alone now without their company. I’d been with people all day and now nothing. See how attached I became to those around me? It wasn’t healthy, clearly.
Wandering through the ballroom, I wasted nearly thirty minutes before I found myself at the stairs of the foyer. Everything was becoming rather rowdy as the party-goers drank more and I could feel a shift in the air that made me uncomfortable.
I slipped through the foyer towards the garden doors, avoiding the kitchen despite it being faster. My hand gripped the doorknob of the French doors and I froze as a hand wrapped around my throat stopping my action. I stilled my breathing, trying to recognize the scent but I couldn’t and the hand was too sweaty and meaty to be one of the guys I knew. What the hell?
“Where are you going, baby?” The man’s breath smelled like olives and vodka and I cringed, turning my head up to find a large man pressed against me, his rather small dick poking me from where he was against my back.
Ew. Fuck this shit. I threw open the doors and my stumble forward had him releasing me as I turned around to face the fucking creep. My eyebrows went up because this guy was huge.
“What the fuck are you doing?” I demanded, my nostrils flaring.
“Just figured I would give you what you’ve been asking for all night.” He walked forward in a fast stumble as I backed up hitting the edge of the stone porch. Okay, I really hadn’t thought this through. Also, this guy clearly hadn’t been reading the signs…because all I’d been asking for all night was for the party to be over. Was he offering to cancel the party? Tempting.
“How about you fuck off,” I offered moving to sit on the edge. I was not past falling off of it into the rose bushes to avoid this douchebag.
He lunged forward and I kicked out, hitting him in the gut. I cried out as he grabbed my ankle, pulling me off the railing as I hissed, my head hitting the stone flooring. He loomed above me, and I was about to scream when suddenly he was gone.
Inhaling sharply, I sat up and my head spun, two sets of hands grasping me as my eyes widened on the scene in front of me. Oliver removed his hand from the man’s throat, blood spilling from where he cracked his head across the flat even surface.
Oh, fuck. Oliver had just killed him.
“Is he dead?” I whispered, knowing it was Bard and Koa on either side of me.
“Not yet,” Bard mumbled before speaking louder, “Oliver, you should take her upstairs. Koa and I can handle this.”
Oliver’s bright eyes focused on me, his jaw tensed and body shaking slightly. Don’t ask me why the fuck I did this, but I stepped forward and put out a hand, hoping he’d take it. I squeaked and the next thing I knew, I’d landed softly on my bed, his arms relaxing to place me down.
“How the hell did you move so fast?” I muttered.
He inhaled shaking his head and running a hand through his thick hair, before framing my face gently with his hands. “Are you okay, princess?”
“Yeah,” I mumbled, shocked by the concern and almost-fear there. I was really trying to play catch up right now but I felt like I was in a million places at one time. “Are you okay? I mean… I’m pretty sure that dude was dead.”
His eyes flared with enjoyment. “If he isn’t yet, he soon will be.”
“You’re okay with that?” I asked, not disgusted or even upset…just sort of shocked.
“You can’t imagine the things I’d be okay with doing to make sure you’re okay.” He whispered before standing up and walking over to my wardrobe. I watched him take out PJs as if he lived here forever, and then pulled a massive oversized shirt over my head and unclipped my dress so that it pooled on the floor.
He had me out of that and the flats before easily slipping loose flannel pants up my legs, to my hips, his eyes on mine the entire time.