Sharing Beatrice A Luna To Her Stepbrothers by Alexis Dee Book 3
Chapter 561 – Maybe My Prince Charming (Beatrice)
“I don’t think we should be here,” I whispered into Gloria’s ear, feeling like I’ve made a mistake coming to this party. Ronnie’s house was the biggest in the town. The party seemed way too wild; I could hear ear-splitting music even from outside. “Oh, come on, I’m sure we’ll have fun here,” she whispered back into my ear and dragged me along. There were some students whom I could recognize on the front porch with drinks in their hands.
“We’re not even legal to drink,” I whispered again, but she kept pulling me along. I’m pretty sure my mother thought the party was going to be some kid’s style pizza-eating competition. Had she known there would be so much alcohol and peer pressure, she would have never asked me to go.
I kept checking out the girls I was passing as I entered the house with the biggest foyer ever. It was jam-packed too. There was music, and couples were dancing like there was no tomorrow. There were girls that I always thought were too shy to give presentations sitting on guys’ laps on stairways and giggling. Immediately, I felt like I had made a mistake coming here. But Gloria seemed to be star- struck. She was looking around with enthusiasm and giggling every two seconds.
“Just relax,” she must have noticed that I wasn’t even letting go of her hand, so she whispered in my ear.
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I was wearing a green dress that landed just above my t*highs. It was my first time wearing makeup and being in a dress with such deep cleavage. I kept pulling the dress up and looking around to make sure nobody had their eyes on me. Then suddenly, I realized Gloria had walked away from me. I wanted to go after her, but someone bumped into me and dropped their alcohol all over my d ress.
“Let me clean this for you,” a drunken guy stepped closer, making me uncomfortable with the way he kept staring at my b*reasts.
“No, thank you, I’m fine,” I attempted to flee, but he held my arm and pulled me back. At this point, my heart was pounding hard in my c*hest. I could tell this guy was much older and probably even in college. But what scared me was that he was so reluctant to take no from me.
He began to rub his hand over my bare c*hest, pretending he was helping me.
“Hey, don’t t*ouch me!” I yelled, pushing him back, but he returned with even more force. Nobody was paying attention to us. They were so absorbed that they barely noticed the struggle I was putting up with when trying to get rid of this man.
“Oh, come on, don’t act like you didn’t come here to hook up,” he smirked, finishing his drink and then approaching me with even more force this time. He grasped my arm and started to pull me away, probably towards the nearby bathroom.
“No! I don’t want to go anywhere with you,” I started to put more pressure into getting released now that I knew if I didn’t, he would take me in there and then it would be nearly impossible for me to free myself from him.
He didn’t care and kept taking me even when I was visibly fighting. Some guys did see us, but they laughed and made inappropriate gestures, making the drunk guy believe he could do anything without fearing any consequences.
“Someone’s getting lucky tonight,” another guy commented, not even looking drunk. They just didn’t care.
“Let me go,” I pressed my hand against the wall, refusing to be pushed aside. But the guy wrapped his arms around my stomach and carried me. Now I was completely helpless as he shoved me into the bathroom. However, just when I thought he was about to shut the door behind us, he got yanked out of the bathroom and landed on the floor.
I watched Ronnie appear and stand up on his feet. “You think she’s your property?” he yelled, his blue eyes turning red from anger, with his black curly hair messily placed over his forehead.
I hugged myself t*ightly, feeling a sense of relief as the music faded and Ronnie gestured at the DJ. Everyone started to gather around, including Gloria. Her eyes fell on me, and she covered her m*outh in shock and probably guilt before rushing into the bathroom to hug me.
“Did nobody see her put up a fight? Then why the heck did none of you do anything?” Ronnie towered over everyone in the school, standing at a solid 6 feet 2 inches, making himself look like a giant among the others.
“I’m ashamed to even say I threw this party,” he yelled at those who saw it all happen but did nothing. He then shook his head and kicked the drunken guy, who passed out so quickly now that he was getting beaten up by someone like Ronnie.
“And you,” he pointed at the guys, “you are not allowed to step into my house ever again.”
It seemed they got more upset when he banned their entry than at the fact that they got caught not helping a girl in distress who clearly didn’t want to be t*ouched by that filthy man.
“Now, what are you all looking at? The party is over,” it was a big step that he took. I expected him to resume the party as he didn’t know me and he had already taken care of the matter.
“Ohh!” Most of the girls sighed and then glared at me, almost like they were angry at me for being the reason their fun got ruined.
Ronnie turned around after dismissing everyone and then stood back, indicating that he was waiting for me to walk out of the bathroom. I took steady steps with my head down and my hands over my c*hest. I don’t know what would have happened if he hadn’t come to my rescue.
“I’m sorry you faced that. I should have known better,” even though their actions were not his fault, he apologized. I mean, I’ve heard about him being cold and selfish, but this one interaction with him changed my mind.
“I can drop you home,” he insisted, making my heart flip inside my c*hest.
“Yeah, sure,” Gloria, who I had yet to argue with, quickly nudged me, probably too excited to be in the same car as him. The party was over, and I was saved by none other than Ronnie, and now he was dropping me home. Who would have thought so much would happen in just one hour?