You smiled, looking at the tall, extremely attractive man across the bar. James had convinced you to come with him to get a few drinks tonight. You were already a bit tipsy. You smiled as the bartender handed you another drink. You turned, leaning you back against the bar. You couldn't spot Kirk anywhere. He had sort of ditched you. A bit of anger built up inside of you. You guys weren't exactly together, but you kind of were. It was beyond complicated. You figured he was off, dancing with some drunk bimbo. You looked back at the mysterious man across the bar, catching him looking at you. You smirked to yourself, sending him a wink. 'Why not have some fun?' You thought to yourself, 'that's obviously what Jim is doing.' You continued to reason with yourself until the guy finally approached you. You shrugged your shoulders, 'whatever.' You downed your drink, smiling at him as he took your hand. "Do you want to dance?" He asked, his eyes looking you from head to foot. You had on a black, strapless dress. It came to your mid thigh and was open in the back. "Yeah, let's go." Your heels clicked as you walked, but it's not like anyone could hear them.
"Y/N! What the hell!?" Jim slurred, pulling you away from the man you got to know as Joshua. "I was just having some fun." You mumbled as he pulled your arm, walking out of the club. You were livid. "So it's okay for you to dance with other girls but I can't dance with one guy?" You demanded, glaring at him. He seemed to sober up in moments. "We'll talk about this when we get back to my place." He said, sternly. You gulped, seeing the look in his eyes. You were in for it. He was angry.
As soon as you entered the house, he pressed you against the door after he closed it. You felt his hot breath against your neck. "You think you can just dance with other guys, hm?" He whispered in your ear. You so badly wanted to reply, but you knew better. 'Yet you can dance with other girls.' You thought to yourself. You kept your mouth shut, he moved his face away from your neck. His eyes scanned over your face as he smirked. "You should know better." He scolded. You swallowed hard. His lips met yours. He was no where near gentle. You began to move your hands, sliding them up his chest. He grabbed your arms, pinning them to your side. "Not happening." He mumbled against your lips. He gripped your hips, hard. You almost felt the bruises form. "Upstairs. Now." he said, sternly. "When I get up there you better be out of this." He said, reffering to your dress. Your feet moved quickly. You took your heels off in the hall, slipping out of your dress. You were excited, but you knew he wasn't going to do anything he usually would. Once he entered his room, he smirked. He pushed you back on his bed, placing his lips on your shoulder. He sucked and bit the skin all the way up to your ear, leaving many marks. "When are you ever going to learn?" he inquired, kissing back down your neck. He sat up, removing his shirt. His eyes never left yours. He slipped out of his jeans, leaning down to kiss you. He ground his hips against yours. You let out a small impatient moan. He immediatly stopped, shaking his head. You quickly caught on, waiting for him to kiss you again. He smirked, pecking your lips. "Goodnight." he whispered, laying down next to you. You let out a groan. You learned your lesson. He pulled you next to him, holding you. "You're my girl, not anyone else's." he mumbled.
