Cherry & Blue (Complete ✔️)

Chapter Thirty Nine

The cute bartender hands me a blue-colored drink and Aaliyah has a red-looking one. Picking up the glasses, we clink them and down the liquids. The bitter taste of alcohol hits my chest and I lightly choke. Aaliyah laughs.

Heaven and Back by Chase Atlantic starts bursting through the speakers and Aaliyah squeals. She grabs my hand and drags me onto the dance floor which looks so cool with red strobe lights coming down from the ceiling, making it look like a circular cage. Bodies sensually sway with each other, moving along to the rhythm of the music. Losing myself in the catchy flow of the melody, I dance with my best friend.

"That guy is totally checking you out." Aaliyah leans in and hollers over the loud music.

I follow her eyes and catch a hot guy staring me down from where he is sitting. Brown hair and dark eyes, there's a smirk on his lips as he watches me move my body. It's not creepy but seductive and the alcohol in my body is loving the attention.

"He's hot." I whisper to myself as I study his piercing eyes.

He smiles, leaning back in his seat and spreading his legs.

I bite my lip.

My hips move to the rhythm of the eighties-inspired song, I teasingly run my fingers through my hair as I continue to stare at the beautiful stranger. Maybe I'm drowning myself tonight in sin and hurt but it's my way of coping with what I've lost—no—what he's lost.

A small smile finds its way over my lips as I catch him licking his bottom lip. With my hips sensually moving, I run my hands over my body, eyes still locked onto the stranger. I play with my hair when I see him stand up and make his way towards me.

I'm letting go tonight.

I'm having fun.

When he's in front me, staring down at me with heated eyes, my cheeks blush.

"What's your name?" The beautiful stranger speaks with a deep, alluring voice that makes my lady parts tingle.

"Rosé."

He smiles, sliding his seductive eyes down my body then back up to my eyes.

"Fuck, you're hot," he leans in and whispers in my ear, inhaling with lust oozing off of him, "Let's get out of here."

Before the beautiful stranger can grab my hand, a rough, familiar hand snatches me away first.

My heart thunders when I find myself looking into Daniel's wrath-filled eyes.

"Daniel." I whisper in complete surprise and a little elation. Stupid, stupid heart.

Daniel is seething in rage, his chocolate eyes morphed into midnight black and when he breaks away from my eyes and glares at the guy, I look down at where his hand is holding mine in a possessive yet painful grip.

"Get the fuck outta here." Daniel growls, ruthlessly and the poor beautiful stranger backs away without saying a word.

"What are you guys doing here?" Aaliyah asks the other three boys.

But I'm stuck staring at Daniel because—I can't believe he's here. What is he doing here?

Daniel looks illegally hot. Black t-shirt, black torn jeans, and black and white Jordan 1's with his bedraggled hair and tempting lips. My body is on fire after appreciating how attractive he looks tonight.

I watch as Daniel's dark eyes run up and down my body, his sneer intensifying, making him look devilish.

"How the fuck did you two get in this club?" Kai asks, bewildered.

I don't miss the way his eyes rake down my body, appreciating what he sees with a sneaky bite to his lower lip.

Aaliyah giggles, eyeing me cheekily and I don't hold back my laugh.

Daniel growls. Roughly tugging me into him, my smile falls when I see the red-hot rage in his eyes, and my heart stutters in anxiousness and in lust.

"What the fuck are you wearing?" Daniel viciously bites.

I don't know if it's the alcohol in my body or my mood tonight or the fact that he fucking pushed me away after kissing me but I'm not about to let him talk to me like that.

"Whatever the fuck I want," I snarl, my eyes glimmering in lust and anger, "Why? Do I look hot?"

I know I look hot and that's messing with his head.

Daniel's jaw clenches, his hold becoming bruising. I hate how he's touching me.

"You look like a fucking slut." Daniel heartlessly says.

My heart breaks.

Sadness washes over me but the anger in me tonight is staying and taking control.

Snatching my hand back, I step closer to him until my breasts are grazing his chest and I know that he can feel my tits because his breath hitches, and I can feel his fucking hard-on pressing against my stomach.

Fucker is turned on.

"You can't just walk up in here, grab me like an animal and call me a slut for wearing a dress that I know I look fucking hot in. You pushed me away after kissing me. You don't get to act all possessive and shit after how you treated me, Daniel." In exasperation, I speak my honest words.

Daniel's eyes narrow, clouded with lust and anger and something sinisterly destructive. Everything around us is a blur as we stare into each other's eyes in equal lust and anger—we want to hurt and fuck each other at the same time.

Smiling, I fist his t-shirt and tug him into me until my lips are a breath away from his. My eyes bounce between his with seductiveness and anger.

"I'm having my fun tonight, Daniel. I'm not gonna let a boy ruin that for me," whispering so softly, I smile sweetly, "And don't ever fucking touch me like that again."

Pushing him away, I twirl around and walk away from him and everyone else. Lust, anger, fear, sadness, and anxiousness are all swarming in my stomach. Running up the stairs to the VIP floor, I walk down a dark hallway and lean against a wall.

Tears prick my eyes and the growing ache in my heart twists my insides.

I hate him.

For calling me a slut and for treating me like a rag doll. Seeing him tonight was not good for my poor heart. After everything, my heart still yearns for him.

All of a sudden, my head starts spinning, dizziness overwhelms me and my vision starts to blur.

"Rosé."

My heart stops beating when I look into those blue eyes that haunt my dreams. My eyes close as unconsciousness takes over me but not before my lips whisper the name that broke me.

"Wren."