Badass

(Rhea)

"Do you wanna sleep?" his whiskey voice pierced inside me.

Do I want to sleep?

I missed the thought of thinking about when Nathan would return when Marcus looked at me like he usually does.

I didn't shake my body. My ajar mouth stared at him shakily. His eyelids were hiding half of his royal blue eyes, yet he had an alcohol effect on my adrenaline.

"I... Yup!" releasing my bated breath, I felt the inconvenience of wearing his coat have become less choking. Marcus seemed to have missed what I said as he looked behind him and reverted his gaze back at me.

"Do you wanna wait for that bastard?" He helplessly asked me. I saw him, who was on the verge of dozing off.

"Bastard?" I jerked back my head.

"Your boyfriend." He said this, scratching his nape.

There's no angle he left me to blame his birth!

I couldn't even realize that he meant Nathan as a bastard.

"Nathan is not my boyfriend." I whined while experiencing the sweetness when he said he'd be my boyfriend one day.

"I don't care though, Cinder." When he ignores something, he'll make use of those contractions, like this time.

Brinjal Bish!

He tried to tell something further when suddenly a silhouette of a bimbo appeared out of nowhere and yanked his face to her side, followed by placing her lips over his and kissing in front of me as if I didn't exist!

What the kangaroo?

That was the noisiest kiss I've ever heard or seen! That floozy was almost over the guy next to me, pushing her mouth harder without giving him a space to blink.

My stomach flipped, and I would have puked if I hadn't turned away from them. Neither Marcus quit the kissing show, unlike her.

Stupid starch in ginger soup!

Are they planning to make out?

I knocked my knees together and sat as a statue in utter embarrassment. She parted from his face after a solid minute, while I sweated and drench his coat. 

All my blood rushed to my face as if I kissed that drunken-hotstar.

The tension in the air caught only me, while the sticky-lass clung his shoulder possessively. That's when I had a chance to see her face.

Frick, butter chicken! His girlfriend is so hot.

Her golden bodycon dress floated down her waist and was hiding her assets alone while leaving some exciting skin revealed to everyone. 

Her plump lips moved rhythmically when I heard her.

"Yesterday, you said tomorrow!" and she bit her red lip that the lipstick would fade away.

Gross!

"Did Hayden see us?" Marcus crooked his head up to face her while wiping the moisture she left on his lips.

"Don't doubt it! He'll break up with me with no choice, Messy."

Jesus of Breakup?

They never had a chance to see my jig-saw face.

"Good luck, Tracey. Let him suck." Marcus taped that floozy's butt, and she merrily swayed her hips as she walked towards a guy who was burning in rage across the hall.

Isn't she Marcus' girlfriend?

I saw the guy, Hayden, beat the wall next to him madly, and fumed off after talking to Tracey. Basically, after arguing.

I gulped my confidence into my throat and looked at my senior with a dreadful face. 

"Enough of your stare, Cinder. Get your ass up." He started to get up and hike across the tightly packed hall without waiting for me to follow what he said after severing the string between two love birds.

Maybe one of them hated the other.

I took myself hastily and strode behind the bullet train, who didn't care to let a breath about where he's leading. 

His gigantic coat jiggled as I jogged, even though I worked my fingers to the bone to hold it still.

His figure halted in front of the same room where I changed my dress.

My dress! My pretty- Champagne-soaked dress!

It was lying on the white bed just as I abandoned it when we entered. Marcus glared at it like it was a mere penny lying over his huge bed before flinging on the million-dollar floor!

I swooned down to the floor in an attempt to catch it, but it ended up ruining my temper.

"Bloody son of-"

I shut my mouth once I opened it, as he stole all the words with one stare. 

"What?"

I held my innocent dress at him and said, "This is mine," feeling a surge of craving to punch his chiseled jaw.

"Keep that sh*t to yourself." He blabbered and pushed himself on the massive bed cozily.

If I had his ignorance and could sell them piece by piece, I would've become the world's richest youngster ever.

The champagne wetness in my dress was still affecting my fingertips as I clutched it in anxiety.

"You must not talk like that after throwing my dress!" I shrieked without being able to hold it back.

His forehead skin creases as his eye brows jump up—I could see that even though he's lying haughtily by his tummy.

As he raised his face, I pulled up my guard.

"You must not open your mouth in the first place, Cinder." He pointed at my figure and said, "While wearing my coat!"

His 'my' had a lot of things, especially Possession.

My spine shivers as he grunts and goes back to sleep. Those eyes threatened me that he would peel off his coat anytime from my body.

It was bluntly evident that he hated me wearing his coat.

I touched the fabric of my black dress, which reeked of cheapness than the champagne smell. While the coat I'm wearing felt like the bank account of a millionaire hanging over me.

He's pushing me with the fact that I am not worth wearing his expensive shit-coat, isn't he?

Then let me show him what I'm worthy for. I slowly tip-toed near the brat, who was silent like the aftermath of a storm.

I couldn't believe that I'm in a room with this Hitler while he's sleeping. But that's what Nathan told me—not to stay away from him.

While I managed to perch next to the giant human, I pretended like I had disappeared. His face against the soft cot; Marcus was snoozing like he hadn't slept for days.

"You have money to buy a new mobile, haven't you?" I muttered beneath my breath that he couldn't hear.

Quietly, I led my slender hand towards his pocket and into it. His breaths were falling on my arm, making me shiver every second that passed. 

With little effort, I pulled out his mobile while maintaining the ominous silence.

His phone was longer than my palm.

Did I shrink in fear, or is the nature of its size usually that huge?

Pushing away that thought, I pressed the on button, and the light from it fell on my face, giving way to a notification that caught my attention.

My lips moved as I read the messenger's name.

Group name: COCKtailS

I frowned at the name as the Cock and S were in uppercase, followed by the image someone in the weird group sent to Marcus.

It had a girl who wore a black dress, but her thighs were more focused than anything.

What is this about?

I stared at it for minutes to comprehend what this group actually was. It took me three seconds to realize... That was me!!

My balance in my backbone was lost, and I jerked back in bewilderment.

Someone else in the group has reacted to my image with a heart emoji, and another one has replied with another image of a random girl.

What on earth is technology?

He took my picture to post in his Cock-less group and to make fun of me. I pulled his mobile off my face to see Marcus sleeping peacefully after rippling my serenity.

This asshole is really an asshole. I tapped the message to view it further, but his screen beamed and asked for a password.

Father of security.

I want to delete my pictures from this hell before this giant, messy wake-up.

"Argh!" I dabbed his mobile on my forehead and groan.

All of a sudden, his mobile screamed a melodious ringtone, which I heard as a horrifying ghost's cry, and my bones vibrated in terror.

My blood froze, and I dropped his phone on the bed in horror. 

Marcus shoots open his eyes by the noise in no time and is now staring at me, whose soul has left the body already.

It felt like I was seeing myself in a graveyard, as my death was approaching.

A wave of drowsiness swung inside his eyes while moving his orbs from me to his stupid phone, again and again.

If I had a diaper under me, I surely would have peed more than it could hold.

With an animalistic snarl, "What the fuck is wrong?"

Marcus told me without an extra word that he's ready to bounce upon me.

My wobbling legs and shivering teeth did no good in stabilizing me, nor did they convince the guy in front of me. My silence was only adding fuel to his drunken rage.

The mobile phone was writhing and screaming between us, and his dangerous eyes shifted away from me. He took a sharp breath and held the phone in his hand.

That flicker in his face told a peculiar tale.

Marcus swipes his phone's screen and places it on his left ear. And my stress comes to an end for a limited time as his focus is not on me anymore.

"Hello!" Marcus grumbled on the call, raking his hand over his dark tangles.

I slipped off the bed without being able to bear the fright and stood next to the edge of the bed as far as possible from Marcus.

"Naddy," he looked at me for a millisecond and resumed to listen to his phone. "Did you get him?"

My Nathan was on the call. My saviour!

"Where is Trev?" Marcus' voice riskily asked Nathan in the mobile.

This is my time. Shall I run away?

"Keep that hoe wherever he is." My senior stood up quickly, and I took a step back. "I am coming to drag him!"

That guy's personality had such a dimensional shift that he cut the air across me, and he walked out of the room without a single word, slamming the door behind him.

Why doesn't he at least gesture at what he's up to?

I gaped at the wooden door sluggishly before running behind the badass who spoiled everything I had in mind. 

How'd you like that, huh?

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