Well, well...
Did you know that your brain had the ability to shut down from extreme shock?
Was that in any way correct?
I had no idea.
But I should be correct based off the way my head went empty.
At the sight of her.
I found myself staring up into the most emerald eyes I was yet to see.
Those eyes belonged to her.
This gorgeous specimen.
She had messy auburn curls that framed her heart shaped face.
Her cheeks and nose were generously dusted with freckles.
It made her skin look like chocolate and milk, entrancing and exotic.
And, her lips were quirked at me in question while her eyes roamed my face.
"Watch where you are going sweetheart," she murmured in a half drunk voice.
Was she drunk?
Or did she just speak like that?
I didn't care.
All I knew was that her voice sent tingles down the length of my spine.
Still...
I nodded slowly.
I didn't even mind her hand which was still resting around my waist.
That topic on consent?
It was not for her after all.
I think it was for me.
Because I was staring so hard at her that she should have been uncomfortable.
But she didn't seem so.
She seemed like she was amused by the way I was studying her.
Like a specimen.
Her hands gently and slowly slid away from my body.
"Pretty little thing, get out of the way," she scolded me with a sassy chuckle.
"Oh, right," I murmured and took a step to the side to let her pass.
She passed by me, her succulent boobs brushing over my chest in the right space.
My breath hitched.
And I couldn't breathe for a moment.
Don't worry, I was fine.
I didn't have asthma.
I was just always taken aback by the wholesome goodness of women.
I stared after her as she walked away.
Her plump ass was swinging sexily as she sashayed to a group of people.
I swallowed softly.
Well, sometimes you just had to say damn and turn away.
That's what I did.
And the moment I did, the trance broke.
Right, Simon.
I was looking for Simon.
That was before I saw fine shit.
I headed for the rooms, making up my mind to intrude on every couple.
That would be until I have found Simon.
I opened the first door and met the startled faces of someone I recognized.
It wasn't Simon.
It was Samantha, the hall perfect at school, and she was riding something.
I didn't need to explain right?
I shut the door hurriedly and moved forward, noting that this would be quite harder than I had thought.
The second room seemed to me like it was from a porn orgy scene.
I nearly gagged as I shut the door.
None of them had even noticed the door being opened and closed above the loud and throaty moans.
Maybe I should rethink voyeurism.
I wasn't cut out for that much.
The next door wasn't any better.
I was wondering...
Was this a party or a freaking fuck club?
Because tell me why fucking Sullie was on her fucking knees on a table...
Why was there two dudes?!
And why was she taking two you know...
I don't want to explain!
Oh where on earth was Simon and his sword fighting bitch?
I was getting traumatized.
And how many room was at this stupid big house?
Infuriating!
I was headed for the fourth door when a soft laugh caught my attention.
I turned.
The sound came from the stairway.
I moved closer and peered.
It was so dark in there.
Well, darkness could never beat light.
Or did it?
I slipped my phone out of my pocket to check with my flashlight.
Viola!
Darkness couldn't ever.
And there was Simon.
His eyes widened in surprise at the sight of me.
Blondie's too.
He stared back at me from the base of the stair, on his knees, something in his mouth.
Dirty mind!
It wasn't Blondie's cock though.
It was a gag.
Of all places to practice that mouth restricting technique...
At a party?
I facepalmed.
I stormed down the stairs to meet him without even a single glance at Blondie.
"What are you doing here?" He asked, taking the gag off his mouth.
I said nothing.
His facial features morphed into a smirk.
"Or are you here to join the party moi amour?" He teased.
Mayhap I should cut his tongue.
It sounded like a good idea.
I was tempted to wipe the smirk off his stupid face with the sole of my leather sandals.
But I didn't.
I held back and spoke to him instead.
"I should kill you," I said to him through gritted teeth, "but I won't."