Chapter 8 Under Your Breath

Getting lost in the pounding EDM music from Zedd at Avalon Hollywood makes visitors jump around, enjoying the freedom without thinking about the workload holding them back all day. Multicoloured laser lights moved randomly to highlight people on the dance floor, raising their hands to the rhythm of the disc jockey and music producer of Russian-German descent and shouting verse after verse as if making fun of Louisa's sad love affair. She wasn't offended at all because that was the truth. It took one night for the pain to subside, but it took years for the scars to disappear. So pathetic!

Give me one night to relieve the pain.

Because the second we touch, you'll forget the day.

You were done with love.

Louisa seemed to be lost in the atmosphere, nodding her head without caring that her vocal cords were breaking, trying to keep up with the loud music in this room. She felt that, in the end, the problems that occurred today would immediately evaporate without a trace. She was jumping up and down with joy following the beat of the music, burning her soul more and more until sweat dripped down her body. Louisa shouted along with the people around her, drinking a bottle of whiskey in her right hand while Cory kept reminding her not to get too drunk like a few times ago.

Louisa shook her head and then screamed as the music became louder. "I'm going to enjoy my life, Cory! Oh yeah! Fuck you, Dean! I'm fucking hate you, Dean Cross!" She raised her middle finger in all directions, hoping there would be a surveillance camera or someone to record how furious Louisa was at Dean's possessive behaviour.

You must not wear indecent clothing.

Don't flirt with other men.

You must reply to my messages quickly.

It would be best if you obeyed my wishes.

"Oh damn! The rules of being his date are killing me slowly, Cory!" Louisa screamed even more crazily, remembering everything Dean had forbidden. "I'm not your slave, Cross! Oh, shit! You are fucking maniac!"

Not long after, Louisa was approached by a man wearing a thin, sleeveless t-shirt that featured muscular biceps that enticed the eye. The man with black hair and tobacco sticks between his thick lips looked down and whispered to Louisa that he knew the actress. He added that if she wants to have fun together, then drink a few glasses of beer before parting ways. Louisa nodded and accepted the man's offer without thinking twice about whether he was a stalker.

"I admire your beauty, Ms. Bahr," he continued, observing Louisa's collarbone, which he wanted to kiss. "No wonder so many men admire you." He raised his right finger, gently caressing Louisa's bare shoulder, to awaken the desire under the influence of the alcohol that had taken over the girl.

Louisa laughed out loud at the edge of her consciousness, pointing at the man's broad chest to get a little further away from her. "But one man threw me away, and another bound me with rules. Poor me..."

"I can entertain you if you want. Can we go somewhere else?" the man asked openly, making Cory roll his eyes in disbelief.

"Why not?" Louisa replied happily.

Cory immediately grabbed the girl's arm, intending to warn Louisa to be careful of strange men in the club and to stay with him. However, Louisa dodged it and slapped Cory's arm away, waving her left hand so the manager wouldn't interfere. Let Louisa enjoy a night full of Hollywood glitz and glamour where people show off their fame to each other. Isn't it time for her to enjoy the fruits of her labour? Why bother with the bits of cheap gossip on the internet? After all, it was Dean who started the relationship. Why do people insult her as a bitch? Dean should be the one who should be called, right?

Trying to push through the crowd to find another place, Louisa gave Cory a wink to suggest he stay there. Then she handed the bottle of whiskey to the blonde when she felt her head start to spin as her visibility started to get blurry. For a few seconds, Louisa shook her head quickly, trying to maintain her consciousness, not wanting this pleasure to end just like that. Unfortunately, instead of subsiding, an unpleasant sensation crept up into the oesophagus, trying to stir up the stomach.

Hang in there, Lou!

They both stopped in one corner of the dance floor, moving their bodies again to the music, which had now turned slower. However, that didn't control how noisy the club people were knocking glasses and clapping their hands at Zedd's performance. Louisa screamed in praise of her idol and cursed Dean's name while raising her middle finger. I hope that the universe will punish bastards as unlucky men. Louisa laughed like a crazy person, letting the blonde man hug her naked back, gently stroking her spine, waking up all the nerve cells that had been dormant for a while.

Louisa wrapped both hands around the man's neck, stroked the nape, looked deeply at the man with emerald eyes, and then down to the line of thick lips where the tobacco stick was still there. She took the cigarette and stepped on it, annoyed because it prevented her from tasting the sweetness of the stranger's lips. Feeling he had the opportunity, the foreign man who had succeeded in capturing Louisa's heart slowly tilted his head to give her a hot kiss. When else can you experience a good kisser girl like the film she stars in?

Unfortunately, the blonde's sturdy body was suddenly pulled by force and fell to the floor when a heavy blow was received. Not having time to reply, the bomb landed again on his right jaw, leaving excruciating pain. He groaned in pain, along with the sound of people screaming. There was a crazy man who came without permission and made a fuss.

"How dare you touch her with your dirty hands!" The deep voice sounded like it was tearing him into tiny pieces.

"Who are you!" the man exclaimed, holding his jaw, which was throbbing.

"You don't need to know who I am," he said coldly, turning towards the woman looking at him with a stunned face.

Louisa frowned, contrasting whose eyes were standing arrogantly, making the atmosphere suddenly feel stuffy. Is it impossible for the angel of death to come to kiss her as a goodbye kiss? Moreover, the deep, bossy voice was ringing in her head. Louisa tilted her head, looking at the tall man who looked dishevelled with his shirt buttons left open and rolled up to his elbows. Louisa's remaining consciousness that had been lost was now busy scavenging the memory in her brain, looking for the owner of the unpleasant voice.

Dean walked closer as if he wanted to swallow Lousia whole, acting bold, and then grabbed the girl's jaw. However, why does a movement like this increase the pheromones? Is he crazy, too? In a few seconds, her brain woke up, knowing that it was the annoying man she deliberately wanted to avoid. Louisa froze to discover how Dean knew where she was. Even under the dim light, Louisa could feel the anger surrounding the man, and Dean's blue eyes darkened and pierced Louisa's body.

"Why are you disobedient?" Dean whispered but firmly.

"Why are you fucking ordering me, Dean?" Louisa replied, not wanting to lose even though she wanted to escape. It's really unlucky. Is the goddess Fortuna too lazy to side with her? To the point that it was difficult for Louisa's legs to move even an inch.

How much influence did Dean have on me? Fuck!

"You're fucking challenging me, Ms. Bahr?" Dean asked.

Louisa tugged at the corners of her lips, not afraid of Dean's threat. Increasingly, the man's emotions were already burning with anger, so he immediately grabbed and bit the girl's lips. The rough, demanding kiss felt full of anger and frustration that had exploded within them. Dean dominated, biting Louisa's lower lip and then crushing it again without giving her a chance to breathe even for a second. His hand gripped Louisa's jaw while the other hand moved to the nape of her neck to make room. Unfortunately, it was miserable, as if she had been drugged again; Louisa was even touched by Dean's kisses, rubbing her back as if she wanted to make love in this place. The pheromone levels in his body could no longer be controlled; he tried to forcefully rip off the shirt Dean was wearing. Now.

"You will know the consequences after this," whispered Dean against Louisa's lips.

"Come on, Mr. Cross. Do you think I'm fucking scared?" Louisa replied with a challenging smile.

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Two souls unite in a heated struggle, tasting each other and leaving traces on every inch of wet skin due to burning passion. Moans filled the room under the dim lights, calling out their names that they didn't want to be separated from this intoxicating pleasure. There was no longer any chance of searching for the wreckage of consciousness when the heaven on earth succeeded in diverting their attention. Clothes were strewn on the floor while the heating machine didn't seem to be needed when bodies without a single thread there were hugging each other, passionately fondling to vent anger and lust mixed into one.

Amid the passion that paralysed Louisa's egoism, she wrapped her long legs around Dean's hips while the man was inside her-pressing harder as Dean became more and more dominant, as if Louisa was a territorial territory that no one was allowed to touch. She was keeping up with Dean's movements, which were getting faster and faster, trying to reach the Orgasm. For a moment, Louisa met Dean's ocean blue irises, which darkened like the deepest troughs, before the man lowered himself to kiss her neck. Louisa's nude-painted fingernails sinking almost tore the ripples of Dean's back muscles as the release happened again and again.

Dean growled, uttering an expletive that sounded like a beautiful harmony to Louisa's ears. The man felt Louisa grip him and smiled with satisfaction that tonight was the most fantastic day. He kissed Louisa's lips for a moment, then whispered, "Damn good girl. You..."

"Great?" continued Louisa, pushing Dean's body without letting go of their union, getting on top of the arrogant boss, and then tracing the skin of his neck down to his broad shoulders, which were truly perfectly sculpted. She moved slowly, placing small kisses on Dean's chest until her hand fell to the happy trail below his navel. Thank God Louisa's mind could observe Dean's beautiful body for a longer time as she regained the sanity she had lost.

Dean chuckled, confirming Louisa's words. Putting her head in both hands, she let the stubborn girl do as she pleased. Damn! Dean cursed to himself, admiring Louisa, who looked increasingly seductive as if one night with her was never enough. Is Dean starting to get addicted? So, can he call Louisa the best heroin in the world?

"I don't want you to throw your naughty glances at other men," Dean asked in an order. "Like that."

"Your prohibitions are the very thing I like to disobey, Mr. Cross," replied Louisa. "Our relationship is just a fling, which means--"

"Everyone knows you're mine, Louisa," Dean interrupted. "I don't mind them calling me your rebound."

"It looks like I'm a bastard here," said Louisa, displeased.

"Indeed. You succeeded in provoking my wrath," protested Dean. "I gave you rules not to approach other people carelessly."

Did you also do this to the woman before me, Mr. Cross?" Louisa asked in response to a nod. "Tsk, not everything is new between us."

"Except for the part I asked you personally," Dean defended.

"Forcing, to be more precise," continued Louisa, confirming Dean's sentence about being asked to be a date.

Dean laughed crisply; the ocean blue in his eyes shone as if he had found his energy again. One of Dean's hands caressed Louisa's chest, signalling he was excited again. "Come on, Babe, you make me turn on again."

"Shit, aren't you tired?" Louisa taunted, but Dean's lips were again scooped up until she unconsciously moved her hips to the tempo created by the seductive man. She struggled countless times to reach the top without knowing when they could stop.