Chapter 8: Past and Passion
(Trigger Warning: This Chapter contains explicit content and is intended for mature readers.)
"...Once again, thank you all for coming to celebrate with us tonight," Lucas announced in a clear and strong voice. A round of applause followed his heartfelt speech as the party came to an end.
"Time to go home," he declared once the guests were gone. I automatically let out a yawn. I was so exhausted. They ushered me to their cars.
I stood staring at the identical black Bentleys I’d never dreamed of touching, talking less of entering before in my life. I backed away. "I’ll find my way home," I said.
Liam’s grip on my hand tightened. "No way! We can’t let you go home alone this late!" He exclaimed.
I had to laugh. "You never cared before. I always find my way home by myself at all hours," I pointed out.
They looked bashful. "That was then. This is now. You can’t go anywhere alone from now on," Liam said.
I sighed. I knew there was no changing their minds. "Fine!" I muttered. They bundled me into Liam’s car and we drove home.
Once we arrived, I jumped out of the car with a hurried goodbye and fled to my room. It was my first moment away from them in hours and it felt like I was just taking my first breath. Being around them was just so...much.
I walked towards my room. The first thing that caught my attention was the fact that my door was open. I frowned. I never forgot to shut my door. I clearly remembered shutting it before I left for the party venue.
I slowed my steps, carefully moving towards the door to check. I got to the door and peered inside. The sight that welcomed me sent a scream out of my lips.