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The Devil himself

Traffic was slow on the way to the Petrelli mansion. The lighted pathway, flanked by small bushes cut in the shape of the family crest, the big fountain illuminated with neon lights facing the entrance hall. It was all fantastic, almost as big as the campus that, lately, was my home. The car stopped. We shook hands with each other and waited for Matthew to open our doors. We took a deep breath and went downstairs, saying goodbye to Matthew, who just waved.

We followed the mansion ahead. Music was playing loudly in the large ballroom. Waiters were serving all kinds of drinks and food. There was a large bar to the right with high stools, where a tequila maker stood, serving a variety of drinks. There was also a majestic stage, arranged so that the speaker could give a speech. Luck. Further ahead, a dark part, arranged like a nightclub. Neon lights blurred the vision. The electrifying beat of the music seemed to shake the chandeliers.

  • Aaaaaaah! I love this song! - Vivian swayed her hips from side to side, while singing loudly. I definitely don't know what her problem is, because even though she was doing badly, she insisted on singing. - Let's go! - she said, pulling my hands as she danced and sang, and headed toward the club.

I nodded. Okay, I drank, but dancing like crazy was something I refused to do.

  • It's okay, Vivian, why don't you go with Alice? - I looked to the side looking for my friend and noticed that she was already far away, talking to other students in the class. - Better, why don't you go alone? I'll go for a walk and in a little while we'll meet, I'll get to know the place better, because it's not every day that the mayor, Christopher Petrelli, opens the door of his humble residence and offers an informal graduation to the students.

As if Luck didn't have a hand in this, right? - she let out a stifled smile and continued. - Okay, then, but don't do anything I wouldn't do. - She winked and went off into the nightclub.

A few hours passed, I chatted with some classmates, even risked dancing a little with Vivian and Alice after a few drinks at the bar. I left the club when Vivian started sticking her tongue in the mouth of a man who must have been about thirty years older, and wasn't even from our school, obviously, since it was an all girls' school and this was an informal graduation for our class. Well, afterwards, she locked herself in the bathroom with him. I know exactly what for. So I came out to, in sequence, find Alice being kneaded by someone on a wall. The truth is that almost everyone there was like that, I think I just realized it because I was the only one who wasn't almost into someone in public. I walked slowly, cutting my way through the crowd, ignoring the dizziness resulting from the mixture of drinks I had consumed, towards the bar, following this line of reasoning: well, if I don't have anyone, the drink will be my company today.

  • Sound...Sound...testing....

Luck's husky voice was capable of giving me goose bumps. He thanked everyone. He said he was helping his father's campaign, who was running for office again that year, and that this had taken a while, but he hoped that everyone was having a good time, and that this would be the best night of our lives, a night we would never forget.

And I wanted to, and how I wanted to...God! He was beautiful. In that tuxedo and with the perfect hair. My eyes followed him as he came down from the stage and greeted a string of people. Women. I understand that there was no point, but I couldn't help but get angry. They practically threw themselves on his lap.

  • Close your mouth; you're drooling. - Alice gave me a little nudge on the chin and then a wink. - Do you really like him? - She let out a sad smile. - Look, Nicole... - she huffed. - I know this is not the time or the place, but there are so many nice boys out there, and you are beautiful! As beautiful as Vivi and I are.

I cut her off just as I realized where she was following the conversation.

  • Look, I know you all worry, but I'm a big girl. It's not like there's anything going on between us, he's never even looked at me. - I disguised it by looking away, as if those words wouldn't hurt me.

  • Hey, baby, you're missing. - A handsome young man called Alice's attention, abruptly cutting the conversation short. She turned and kissed his lips sweetly.

Nicole, this is Alec.

  • Alec, this is my faithful squire, Nicole.

We greeted each other. They looked at each other and kissed and I gave them privacy, I know she wanted to enjoy this moment alone. Not that they had known each other long, but she seemed very comfortable with it and I didn't want to interrupt.

She gestured and I could tell she wanted to go, but she didn't want to leave me alone. It wouldn't be fair for her to stop going out with someone because of her stranded friend. Some boys had even gotten to me. I wasn't stupid, I looked good, but the one I wanted hadn't even looked at me.

  • It's okay, Alice. - I opened a wide smile for her, who reluctantly understood and nodded, returning my smile.

She strode out of the room, into the crowd, and shouted over the music:

  • Enjoy these two hours before Matthew comes to pick us up. - She walked away. Her body was lost in the crowd.

It made me feel bad to be alone. Yes... It could very well be the fault of all the years stuck in a school where even the teachers were women. It was pure neediness, the need to be remembered, wanted. Kissed. God! If I kissed two boys in all my nineteen years, it was a lot.

The truth is that I didn't know where those thoughts were coming from, I am not like that...it was probably the drink thinking.

  • Gin and tonic, please - I asked at the bar.

  • I think I will need your ID. - A man of about twenty-five said with a playful smile, pushing the drink glass at me.

I laughed dryly. I was not in the mood for patience. It was probably the only night of freedom I would have before Madeleine came back and forced me into an internship at Diamonds Enterprises, and I was standing there alone, drinking, ignoring various sing-songs to dream about someone I couldn't have.

  • Same to me, please, Anthony.

  • Of course, Mr. Petrelli.

I turned sharply to the right. Luck was sitting next to me, one arm resting on the countertop. Smiling mischievously, he had loosened his tie and was looking at me with the most beautiful blue eyes I had ever seen.

You don't look underage. - He smiled at me, sipping his drink.

I looked at him for a moment and couldn't tell if it was me he was talking to. I admired his lips touching his drink, the slightly protruding veins in his neck, his slowly rising and falling chest.

  • Or, perhaps, is it? - He looked at me, squinting his eyes and leaving me breathless.

  • Yes, I mean, no, I'm not a minor.

He smiled again and rested his glass on his napkin, continuing.

  • And what is a pretty girl like you doing here all alone?

I hadn't realized that I was holding my breath until I let it out deeply. I admired him for a few minutes before answering. Was I imagining it or was it really happening?

  • I'm sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you, but you were here alone... - His eyebrows drew together in disapproval, and he stood up and turned away.

Instinctively, I stood up and took hold of his arm. He stared at me with a surprised look, and then stepped closer.

  • Please don't go. - That was the first thing I could think of and say.

  • Okay," he gave me some space in his words so that I could introduce myself.

  • Nicole... my name is Nicole.

He leaned closer to my ear and whispered:

  • I've been watching you for a long time, N-i-c-o-l-e - he said slowly. - My name is Luck, and by the way, you look really hot.

Damn it, this couldn't be happening! Not to me! He never looked at me, and just today he came to talk to me. All right, the "20 bucks a pop" outfit is drawing a lot of attention, but man, it's Luck Petrelli, and he's flirting with me! Oh no! I am, probably too happy because of the drink. I tried to smile as normally as possible so as not to look hysterical.

  • Well, and what college are you going to, Nicole?

Nicole...Nicole... Nicole... My name in your mouth sounded a hundred times more erotic. Damn, I think I'm looking at him and drooling. Damn that drink.The playful smile he then let out showed me that I was definitely drooling.

  • Err... Um... I don't know yet. Actually, I want to enjoy the now. - I gave him the sexiest look I could find. Jesus Mary Joseph! Where did that come from?

  • Um... a girl who likes to enjoy the moment. And what would you like to enjoy tonight, Nicole? - He slid his hands gently down my bare, crossed legs.

My whole body shivered. His hand was warm on my cold skin. He looked straight into my eyes as he slid his hand along the edge of my dress.

  • So Nicole, do you want to get out of here? Go somewhere more private? What do you say?

I was too tired of always being the good girl to deny it. For once in my life I wanted to be reckless, to do what I wanted without thinking about the consequences. I wanted to kiss him, to walk out of there with him.

  • You don't talk much, do you? - he whispered, as he came closer to my ears. - Don't worry, I'll make you comfortable.

  • You make me a little nervous," I managed to release.

He put his hand on my face, close to my ear, and brushed my short hair back. Then he smiled. I put my trembling hands in his and we stood up and started to walk. He put his hands on my back, close to my buttocks. That simple gesture made my cheeks burn and a latent heat rise in my legs. Luck didn't take his hand away and led the way, cutting through the crowd. I felt thousands of stares on me, women whispering in my face. I felt embarrassed, after all, there was nothing wrong with going out with the mayor's son, the most coveted man at the party, to a private place. Or was there?

  • It's okay," he said, moving his body absurdly close to my back. His warm breath sent a shiver through the hairs on the back of my neck. - They all wanted to be in his place.

I didn't answer, my body was too limp to make any response.

  • Come on, this way.

Luck took the lead and guided me through a private entrance. We followed a long corridor until we reached a staircase, in an awkward silence. We walked for a while longer until we reached a corridor with many bookshelves and familiar photos. He was guiding me so quickly that I could barely make out the details. Until he took a key from his pocket and opened two large double doors. First he entered, and then he gestured for me to follow him. It was a huge room with a canopy bed, a bar, and some armchairs.

  • More drinks? - he offered, walking toward a small bar in the luxurious room. He turned on the small mini system, where Miss You Love by Silverchair was playing. I don't know why, but the calm beat of the music relaxed me a little.

I thought about denying it because I had already drunk way more than I could handle. I intended not to make any drinking gaffes, like throwing up on him or feeling pressured to do something I didn't want to do. But I felt bad when I saw him pour two glasses. So I accepted, in a gentle way.

  • So here we are, alone. Two people who like to enjoy their moments. - He smoothed my shoulders up and down, looking directly at my lips.

  • Yes. - I bit my lips, returning his gaze.

He held the back of my neck and kissed me deeply, his mouth tasting like cigarettes and booze. Actually, I didn't mind, my breath must have smelled like whiskey too. I returned the kiss with the same intensity, his hands roaming the edges of my dress. He finally paused the kiss, giving us a chance to breathe.

Luck took the glass from my hand and rested on the bar, calmly unbuttoning his shirt. Damn, he was hot, I couldn't stop staring. Despite his lean body, his abdominal muscles were defined.

  • Do you like what you see? - he let out a perverted laugh. - I want to see you now.

What? Did he want me to take off my clothes? I was so nervous that my mouth went dry and my hands trembled involuntarily. Shame on me, if I leave, he'll hate me.

He came closer, kissing the back of my neck and undoing the ties of my dress.

My whole life. How could I take the next step with him if we barely kissed...if - Luck... - I managed to let go.

I know, I wanted this, but how could I ask him to stop? I wasn't ready, I barely kissed when we barely met?

What do I do?

What do I do?

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