THE ALPHA’S ADDICTION

Emma tripped for the third time since she saw the heartbreaking scene, as she hurriedly walked through the hallways to the main hall where the party was still in full bloom.

Had she seen it right? She thought, wiping off tears for the umpteenth time from her eyes with her fingers. They were not even a week old, and he was already cheating.

She had convinced Maya to follow her, look for him, after waiting for some minutes for his return. They had trailed his scent; Maya had actually done that, citing it was a gift or something. Only to find him enjoying without her, enjoying with a stranger on his laps.

She refused to listen to the small voice nagging at the back of head which told her of the untold story behind the cup she had noticed, and the lazy tired look in Derek’s eyes. Her mind was only filled with the pictures of what she had seen.

They would have had sex if Maya and she hadn’t stepped in at that time; they would have sex. This thought kept ringing as a ringtone on her head as she located the bar area and stomped towards it. She needed a drink, lots of it.

“Hey.” She called out to the guy who was in charge of mixing and serving the drinks. He was backing her at the moment, trying to get a drink from the large cabinet in front.

But he turned at her beckoning, the guy with tattoos on his hands, and he smiled out a welcome.

“What can I get you beautiful?” He asked, trying to flirt with her.

On other days, she would have flirted back with the handsome dude, but not today. Today and now, she needed to drink.

“Your strongest drink.” She stated, sniffing.

The guy must have noticed her forlorn state, maybe the train of tearflow on her cheeks, because he asked after her again.

“Are you okay.. Beautiful?” He asked, his eyebrows furrowing in scrutiny and care.

“Yeah.” She mentioned, looking away from him to the crowd.

“Just get me the drink.” She added, holding herself on a thin thread from snapping at him. The only guy who was in need of it, was away in some room frolicking with some unknown girl on a sofa. She hadn’t been able to see her face. The imagery brought tears to her eyes again.

Was this how it felt? She thought. The heartbreak, the hurt. Was it how it felt?

She had never felt this way before, had never had a cause to feel this way. She had been the one doing the cutting off in all her flings and relationships. She had never been cut off.

“Here.” The dude said, snapping her out of her haze.Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

She looked at him, then at the drink in his hands.

“Thank you.” She muttered, before drowning the whole content of the cup at a go.

“Another.” She said, stretching the cup towards him, careful to keep a straight face so that he wouldn’t think her unworthy of a second shot. But she knew. She could feel it. The drink was really strong.

“Are you sure you’re ok?” The guy asked, scrutinizing her with his eyes.

“Yes. Another.” She stated. She wanted to forget. She wanted to feel numb.

“As you wish.” The dude said, before giving her another shot.

She drowned it at a go too.

“Another.” She said, as she dropped the cup down.

“But..” The guy tried saying, but she cut him off. Her eyes blazing in anger.

“Stop butting in, and just do your job. I need another!” She shouted, as the thin thread fell off.

“Okay. Okay.” He muttered, before filling her cup.

She had taken three more shots, when she started staggering, her mind foggy, her speech slurry. She wanted to dance, all of a sudden.

Drowning one more cup, she took off to the dance floor. A slow, but sharp music was already playing. She liked it.

At first, she danced alone; twisting and shaking her hips, purring in contentment when she felt a hand on her hips. It made her bolder, and she shaked her ass more widely, her mass of red hair adding to her crazy seductive acts.

“Hello beautiful.” The voice said, gripping her hips firmer, while biting her earlobes softly.

“Hummmm..” She hummed, still dancing.

All of a sudden, she went down on the stranger; shaking her ass on his groin area, negligent of his grunts and the ows and aws that were emanating from the crowd. She was on display, and she didn’t know it. The alcohol was in full control now.

“Shake it baby.” The stranger mouthed, caressing her ass.

It made her feel more high, if possible. She liked it. She wanted more. And so she twerked harder.

But then, the hand was off her hips in a short moment. She stood up straight to protest, when she felt a different hand hold her by the arm, and turn her, to face him.

“Emma.”

She heard, and turned, finding the voice familiar. It was Clem.

“Hey Clem.” She shouted over the music, happy at seeing a sweet familiar face.

“Let’s dance.” She added, not minding the suprise look on his face, as she wrapped her hands on his neck and began to dance wildy again.

“Emma, you’re drunk.” He said tentatively, trying to get her to stop.

“Because I want to be. Let’s dance. Or don’t you like me?” She asked, with a puppy face, battling her eyelashes at him.

“I like you.” He muttered. “But you’re drunk.” He added, staring at her.

“I’m not drunk. I’m just tipsy.” She said, lying through her teeth. She knew even in that foggy state, that might not even remember most of these events if she woke up from her sleep later in the morning.

“Emma..” He called again.

But she ignored him, and backed him; giving him a dance of a lifetime, her ass up his groin area, negligent of the whistles and display she was doing.

“Emma..” She heard Clem grunt, and laughed. Standing up and facing him, still laughing drunkenly.

“You liked it?” She asked, rubbing her hands all over his body, then tracing it down his trousers, laughing whenever she heard him groan.

“Yeah.” He muttered, clearly won over by her acts. He wanted more.

“Your lips are tempting.” She muttered, then laughed; trailing her fingers on his lips.

“Kiss me.” She added all of a sudden, a drunken smile on her face.

“As you wish.” Clem said, before capturing her lips in his.

She was beginning to enjoy the feel of his lips on hers, when all of a sudden, he was pushed roughly away from her.

“Hey..” She protested, turning to see the party crasher, when she saw him. He wouldn’t even let her forget. She thought.

He was livid in anger, and she laughed.

She laughed until tears ran down her eyes.

She laughed, until she saw him walk up to Clem, giving him a blow, then another.

“Hey” She whined, trying to get between them.

He stopped his assault, and tried holding her.

But she shrinked away.

“Emma..” He said, his eyes already brimming with tears and apology.

But she didn’t care.

“I hate you.” She shouted, before stomping away.