Looking for her..

RYAN

I thrust in deeper, the girl's moans echoing through the room. Her hands grilled my shoulders as I moved against her.

"Harder" the girl whispered,her breath hot against my skin. I compiled,my hands roaming her curves as I thrust in her harder.

But it wasn't working. My mind was somewhere else.

I had left Violet standing there for this-for the release I desperately needed. The tension had been building all night,ever since I brought her along which was a very fatal mistake. It's been almost a week without sex,the longest I've gone in ages. If I had stayed with Violet even a second longer,I would've lost it. I need this,I need to let off some steam.

But damn it.

The girl beneath me let out another loud moan but it sounded far away. I cursed under my breath. This was supposed to be simple, just a way to clear my head but it wasn't working.

I need Evelyn. No matter how annoying she is,that girl fucks like a porn star

With a frustrated groan,I pulled away leaving the girl beneath me gasping in confusion. She blinked at me, clearly taken aback by my sudden withdrawal. I didn't bother with explanations. I needed something else– someone else.

I quickly straightened my clothes, running a hand through my hair as I made my way to the door. The girl said something, her voice annoyed, but I ignored her. My mind was already elsewhere. I stepped out of the room, the loud, thumping music from the party flooding my senses. I needed air. I needed to find Violet.

I pushed my way through the crowded hallway, glancing around for any sign of her. People were everywhere, laughing, drinking, some giving me knowing looks as I passed by. None of it mattered. I just needed to see her, make sure she was still here.

My heart pounded harder as I reached the main living room. No sign of her. The spot where I left her was empty. A cold, unsettling feeling gripped my chest. Where the hell did she go?

Pushing through the crowd, I headed for the front door, ignoring the greetings and drunken slurs thrown my way. As soon as I stepped outside, the cold night air hit me, but it did nothing to clear the panic starting to rise. I scanned the surroundings. The yard was dark, the driveway quiet. No Violet.

"Shit," I muttered under my breath. She couldn’t have just left. She didn’t know anyone here, and there were no cars coming or going down the street. I glanced around again, looking for any trace of her, my frustration growing with every passing second.

Where could she have gone?

I walked further down the driveway, my eyes searching the darkness for any sign of her. My mind raced, replaying every interaction from tonight. I should've known leaving her alone was a bad idea. Hell, I knew it when I did it, but my own need to escape had taken priority. Now, she was gone, and that reality was beginning to hit me like a sledgehammer

"Violet!" I shouted into the darkness, my voice echoing into the empty street. I strained my eyes, hoping she’d just emerge from the shadows or appear at the end of the road. But there was nothing. Only the faint rustling of leaves and the distant thumping of music from the party behind me.

I fumbled for my phone and dialed her number again, my heart pounding against my ribs. Voicemail, again. My jaw tightened in frustration. How could she just leave like that? Didn't she realize how dangerous it was to be out here alone at this hour? I raked my hands through my hair, a surge of anger and worry boiling inside me. If something happened to her—if she was hurt...

Kyle. The thought hit me suddenly.He seems close to that chatterbox friend of hers, Ashley. If anyone knew where Violet was, it would be her. Maybe Violet had called Ashley to pick her up. It was a long shot, but it was all I had.

I quickly dialed Kyle's number. He picked up on the first ring, sounding confused when I asked about Ashley's contact.

I didn't waste time on small talk. "I need Ashley's number," I blurted out. "Violet's missing."

That got his attention. His tone shifted immediately, and within seconds, he sent over Ashley's contact.

I dialed Ashley, the phone ringing endlessly. No answer. Damn it. I tried again, my pulse quickening with each ring. Finally, after what felt like forever, she finally picked up but the network was shitty.

“Hi, this is Ryan...is—”I didn’t even get to finish before she let out a tiny, startled squeal.

"Ryan?? Oh, hi! How are you?"

"Is Violet with you?" I cut straight to the point, not in the mood for pleasantries.

"Violet? No, she's not with me. She was at home the last time I spoke to her. Is everything okay?"

I hung up without another word, the knot in my chest tightening. She wasn't with Ashley. So where the hell was she? This place was deserted, and there was no reason for her to just wander off alone. I tried calling her again, but this time, it didn't even ring. Just a deadline. Not reachable.

Panic started to claw its way up my spine. What if she was in trouble? I tried to shake off the thought, forcing myself to breathe. No. She had to be fine. She had to be. But the reassurance felt hollow, doing nothing to reduce the tight grip of fear in my gut.

I turned back toward the house, ready to pull together a search party if I had to. But then something clicked. Jack. I hadn't seen him since earlier, and now his car was nowhere to be seen. Jack never left parties early.

That bastard…

I called him immediately. It rang a few times before he picked up.

“Well, well, well,” Jack's voice came through, sounding far too smug. "I was wondering when you’d call."

"Where the hell is she?" I demanded

"Relax," he said with a lazy drawl. "I’m taking her home."

I gripped the phone tighter, trying to keep my anger in check. "What do you mean, you're taking her home?"

"Exactly what it sounds like, man," he replied, a hint of amusement in his voice. "She was standing out here alone, looked pretty pissed off, so I figured I’d do her a favor."

"You're lying," I spat. "She wouldn't just go with you."

"Wouldn't she?" Jack chuckled. "I mean, what was she supposed to do, wait around for you all night? You ditched her, remember? She was mad, Ryan. Really mad. So, she got in my car. Simple as that."

"Where are you taking her?"

"I told you," he said, his voice cool. "Home. She wanted to get away from here. I’m just helping her out."

"And I’m supposed to believe you’re doing this out of the kindness of your heart?" I shot back, my voice rising. "You don’t give a damn about her."

"Believe what you want," he replied smoothly. “Ryan. You left her stranded, and I was there."

I clenched my jaw. "Put her on the phone. I want to talk to her."

"Can't do that," Jack said, sounding almost bored now. "She's sleeping. Probably exhausted from waiting around for you while you were off doing... whatever you were doing."

"Jack" I growled, my patience snapping. "I'm not playing games. Put her on the phone."

"You’re not in any position to make demands," he shot back. "I’ll take her home, and then it's up to her if she wants to talk to you or not, maybe after our quick screw though”

I gritted my teeth, feeling the rage and helplessness churn inside me. "If you so much as lay a finger on her—"

"Oh, relax. I was just kidding. I'm not the bad guy here. I’m just the one cleaning up your mess."

He dropped the call before I could even say another word.

That jerk! He better pray I don't see him.

Without wasting another second, I jumped into my car. I needed to get to her. I needed to fix this. Whatever it took, I had to make things right. And Jack wasn’t going to be the one who stepped in where I had failed.