Daddy little princess

Claire's POV

"Why don't you join us for the night, bunny? You don't look shabby at all. I think your little mouth can take our things, won't it?" A leering young man, alongside his friends, called out loudly, a bottle of drink in his hand, as he staggered towards me.

I sauntered past, disgust coating my face as my feet pebbled across the rough asphalt. The boom of loud music permeated the air, seeping across at me while I took steps, each feeble and determined, into the house. It was a duplex, one painted white, with a swimming pool, bodies mingling in it.

I swallowed, contemplating whether he was worth coming here for, but I decided against going back; there was no way I could do that, not now. I was here, and I had to see it through.

My eyes fixated on the phone, the message still sprawled across the surface, the one that told me Wales was in here with a girl who wasn't me.

With eyes stung with tears, I replayed back to the numerous times he had told me he would never cheat on me, and how I had believed him every single time he had said that; he had made me feel special. Still, thinking back to that now, it was whenever we had our bodies tingling in the sheet, after I had gotten him to come, and I was left unsated.

My feet slumbered across the foyer, where waists grinded against each other, and the smell of drink tingles the air. I should have been expecting this; it was a fraternity party, but it seemed so out of place, the type of place a good girl like me wouldn't be at. The type of scenes I wasn't used to seeing, except in movies.

With hands clenched when I drew closer to the room, I took in gasps of air before shoving the door open just enough for me to see. My eyes fell on the bodies scattered about, when a familiar face turned to take a look at me. My heart plopped so fast as he glanced at me before flicking his gaze away as he went on even faster.

Crystals streamed down my face, and my feet rushed down the hall.

With hands outstretched, I took a flute of champagne, gulping it down in a go before reaching for another, when a hand held me back.

" I don't think you will be able to step out if you take one more. You don't seem like that type to me."

A closer look at her outfit told me what I wanted, she was bare all the way to the top, her top clipped, and had just a tiny skirt hanging on her waist

"Well.." I ran my tongue over my lips, reaching for another. "You don't know me at all then."

I grunted a bit when it stung me so hard that I had to take a step back to think. I shook