in the hell are you doing here, Blaine?” I ask, taking a few steps back to put the couch between us. My entire body is trembling. In one second I went from bliss to horror, ripped out of my happy little bubble.
Blaine’s shoulders square as his narrowing eyes bore into me. “I asked you a question, Charlotte,” he spits out, crossing his arms over his chest. I notice a little twitch in the corner of his eye as his face flares red.
“I don’t know what you think this is, but we are not together. I didn’t ask you to go to the gala with me because I am going with Xander. When are you going to get it through your thick skull that I don’t want to be with you? I am with him and you need to learn to accept that.” I suck in a sharp breath before continuing, “I think you need to leave.”
“Or what?” he growls.
“Or I will have you thrown out.”
I dive for my phone that landed on the floor when Blaine surprised me, but he gets to it first.
“Not so fast, little Lottie. I’m not done talking to you yet,” he snarls, pushing me back onto the large couch in one swift motion.
How in the hell did Blaine get past the security guard at the gate?
I try to scream out but it’s no use. The staff is too busy getting ready for the ball. All of them are at the library already making sure it is perfect for the evening’s festivities.
As he lands on top of me, I can see fury building up in his eyes. I have never seen rage like that in my entire life. It’s cold and determined and it scares the ever-loving hell out of me.
“Blaine! What the fuck do you think you are doing?” I yell, struggling to get him off of me.
His fingers collapse around my wrists, slamming them down above my head as he straddles me. As his face gets within an inch of mine, his eyes narrow while he licks his lips. Staring down my cleavage that is now almost popping out of the sweetheart neckline, he rumbles, “I am finally taking what is mine. You think Xander is good. Wait until you have a taste of me. You’ll forget all about that scumbag and finally come to your senses.”
“Blaine! Stop! Please!” I keep wiggling and thrashing around while Blaine holds both of my wrists with one hand and starts to hike up my dress with the other. My entire body burns as his fingertips trail up the side of my thigh.
This cannot be happening.
“Stop struggling, Char. You know you want this,” he breathes with his lips lingering next to my ear.
“I don’t want this. I don’t want you. Get the fuck off of me, you piece of shit!” I try to bite his cheek, apparently that is becoming my go-to defensive move in these types of situations, but he pulls away just in time. A flash of when Scarface attacked me in that alley assaults me again, making my blood boil.
“You want to get rough, Char? I can get rough,” he bellows before taking in a deep breath while smelling my hair. “I have wanted this for so long. Dreamed about it. Lusted after it. I am going to take my time with this. And when we’re done, you’ll see. You’ll love me just the way that I love you.”
I spit right into his eye. “Fuck you!” I scream.
Pulling his hand back, he slaps me right across the cheek. “Stop resisting this. I know you have to pretend to want to be with him. But we’re alone now, you don’t have to lie to me anymore.” The sinister tone that laces Blaine’s words sends chills up my spine. I can feel the blood draining out of my face as I try to catch my breath and still fight him off of me.
Where the hell is Xander?
Of all of the times I need him to be here, how can he be late?
“Help!” I don’t know what else to do, I have to try to get someone’s attention. “Someone, please, help me!”
Chapter 22
Xander
A soft knock at my bedroom door jolts me and my eyes land on the clock.
It’s time.
“Come in,” I grumble, struggling with the bow tie on my tuxedo. Tonight, Charles Hawthorne is gonna see just how well I blend.
“Oh, sweetie.” My mom’s hand flies up to her mouth. “You look so handsome!”