Chapter 64: Dominance

< Shirley >
"Goddammit, why is this foundation so fucking hard to remove?"
I was rubbing my hands with a tissue after applying the foundation on my hickey. But the foundation wouldn't wear off from my hand.
There's an element named 'water', my subconscious yelled at me.
I slapped my forehead and turned on the water tap. I was so mad, I was barely seeing anything. My mind wandered back to Dylan, and black smoke started coming out of my ears again.
"A fleeting attraction, my foot! That asshole!" I grumbled and shook my head to jerk off the thoughts related to him.
There were a lot of things to think about other than Dylan. I was going to prove to myself that my world didn't solely revolve around him. I was really mad at him this time.
I dried my hands and walked out of the restroom, only to get pulled into the storeroom which was located beside the restroom.
"What the—" I tried to scream but a hand covered my mouth. The other hand of that person went around my waist. I felt disgusted at the sudden touch in the darkness.
"Shh... Don't make any noise. It's me, tigress." I immediately recognized that voice.
"R—Ryan?" my muffled voice came out.
"Yes." Ryan, one of my best friends, removed his palm from my mouth, allowing me to breathe properly. "I'm sorry for startling you like that. But I can't take it anymore, tigress." He sounded restless as though he was a vampire, and he was thirsty for my blood.
"What—Why? What are you talking about?" I asked, being clueless.
"Tigress, you know it very well. I love you. I have confessed my feelings to you already. Then why are you doing this to me?" His voice cracked in desperation. To be honest, his longing eyes were frightening me.
"What did I do?" I snarled, crossing my arms against my chest, slightly feeling annoyed and uncomfortable with his gaze. He was making no sense to me.
"Why are you acting like you love Dylan Lewiston? Do you want his money, or are you trying to use him for earning fame?" Ryan spat out.
I was shocked at this side of him. This is what he thought of me? And this claimed to love me? Just splendid.
Anger bubbled up inside of me, so I ended up slapping him across the face. I was already pissed off, and Ryan was making me lose my senses.
"I don't remember giving you the right to judge me. I can love whoever the hell I want. You are absolutely no one to tell me what to do," I yelled angrily. I was about to leave, but he grabbed my wrist harshly and pulled me towards him.
"I have had enough of this!" he shouted at me, making me flinch. "I have been controlling myself for a long time. I can't take it anymore. I need you, Shirley. I love you. I have loved you for a long time now. I will do anything for you," he begged desperately, a psychotic look on his face.
"Then leave me alone." I tried to wriggle out my hand out of his grip, but his grip kept tightening, making me wince.
"Please, Shirley, I'm desperate for you. I will go crazy if I don't get you," Ryan said.
You were already crazy enough, dude, I wanted to say it but it would make it worse. When I was trying to get out of his grip, he harshly pulled me towards him and smashed his lips on mine.
The urge to puke at that moment was unexplainable.
I immediately tried to push him away. He twisted both of my hands behind my back and pinned me to the wall, caging me. Ryan tried to force his tongue in, which I wouldn't let.
I felt disgusted. I had experienced many kisses in my life, but this was the most disgusting and forced by far.
I was going to knee him where the sun didn't shine, just then the door flung open.
My eyes went wide when my eyes fell on the familiar disheveled black hair. I couldn't see his face as I was peeking over from Ryan's shoulder, though I was still trying to push Ryan away.
"Shirley?" As soon as Ryan heard Dylan's voice, he parted his lips from mine. I gasped for breath.
When my eyes met Dylan's eyes, I swear, I had never seen that dark look in his eyes before. His gaze could burn the whole to ashes, at least it could burn me alive.
"Uh, did I interrupt something?" his voice sounded so dangerous as he uttered that; it made me gulp hard. His eyes were so blank and empty, it made me shiver.
My throat was dry. I wanted to speak but my mouth wouldn't open.
"Yes, you did. We were having some private moments," Ryan answered. I was going to respond, but then I remembered. I was mad at Dylan.
That obviously didn't mean I was going to kiss some other guy to make him jealous though, yet I wouldn't bother to clear his misunderstandings.
"Oh, I see. I'm sorry to walk in on you like that. I just heard some weird noise coming from here. I apologize. Anyways, please, continue your business. Have fun," Dylan said and flashed us a tight-lipped smile before closing the door and throwing a nasty look at me.
Dylan's 'have fun' sounded like—Just die in the most painful way possible.
It enraged me even more.
"Let's continue just like he said. We were having fun." Ryan licked his lips, eyeing me.
"Guess what? I was not." I kicked him in between his legs, making him groan in pain. "It's my turn to enjoy, asshole!" I punched him square in the face. Then I knocked his feet off the floor, making him fall flat with a thud.
"You reek of alcohol, bastard! Go brush your teeth first." I kicked him in the guts with my heels. Ryan cried out in pain. I kneeled down and picked him up by his collar.
"Now listen here, you piece of shit. I'm not a damsel in distress. Don't even think about forcing yourself on me. I will staple your lips if you ever try to kiss me again. I can fight back and kick your ass, get it?"
I threw another hard punch at him, making his nose bleed. I twisted his arm as an act of revenge for hurting my arm, making him scream.
I stood up and dusted off the dirt from my gown. The strength I gained from training with Dylan and jiu-jitsu classes were nothing to sneeze at. Dylan always taught me easy fighting techniques during our physical training. Now I could easily take on weak people like Ryan.
As soon as I opened the door of the storeroom, I came face to face with Dylan who was about to open the door himself.
"Are you done making out already?" Dylan mocked. It caused me pain to think that he would assume such a thing.
"No, we're not done yet. I was just going to the restroom to fix my lipstick," I lied. I really needed to fix my lipstick though.
"Well, I don't care. You're coming with me." He took a hold of my wrist and started dragging me with him to God knows where.
Dylan hurt me on the dance floor. He deserved to get hurt too, and I knew what would hurt his ego.
"Dylan, leave me. I need to go back to Ryan. He is waiting for me." I tried to free my hand from Dylan. However, there was no way I could match up to his strength, so I just gave up and let him take me wherever he wanted.
"I said I do not care," he repeated. His words held no emotions, yet it felt like he meant it, and disobeying him would cost me.
"Whatever. Then let me tell you how good the make-out session was. Ryan's lips against mine... felt out of the world," I exaggerated. "Our lips were made for each other. It synchronized perfectly." With each word I said, his grip on my hand tightened, bruising them. I didn't notice his cell phone in his hand until he smashed it onto the ground out of rage.
Still, I had the audacity to continue, "His lips were so warm, soft, delicate, del—" I was cut off when I was slammed against the wall of the corridor suddenly.
Dylan pinned my hands over my head, bringing his face extremely close to me. "Were his kisses better than mine?" he demanded.
I wouldn't be Shirley Hamilton if I were to admit the truth, so I replied, "Way better."
Dylan slammed his fist on the wall hard which made me flinch slightly. "I will show you then." With that, he pressed his lips on mine. It wasn't a soft and soothing kiss like other times; it was rough and aggressive as if he was claiming me as his.
He held my waist and pulled me closer to him. His other hand traveled to the back of my head, making the kiss more dominating. Before I got the chance to kiss back, he pulled apart which made me angrier.
Since my hands were free now, I locked them around his neck and stood on my tiptoes. I smashed my lips on his, turning our positions.
This time, he was against the wall and I was forcing a kiss on him. Both of us started to fight for dominance. He chewed on my lower lip, while I worked on his upper lip, our tongues exploring each other's mouth. Even though those kisses were rough, it felt so right.
Gradually the aggression decreased and the kiss started to turn slow and more passionate. I was running my hand through his hair, feeling his soft, silky hair while he did the same. Like always, we couldn't get enough of each other.
We broke apart due to a lack of oxygen. Meanwhile panting, when our eyes met, his eyes held desire and lust. I blushed and looked away, giving him the opportunity to attack my neck.
I dug my nails in my palms as Dylan started exploring my neck and bare chest, trailing kisses all over while I swam in the pool of pleasure. It was like a dream too good to come true. That's why I didn't want to wake up.
This birthday definitely was the best one so far. I was getting peppered with kisses from Dylan, starting from midnight till now.
By the way, why were we fighting, to begin with?