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It typically took Cristov a while to get as shit faced as he currently was, draped against the bar with his blue eyes sharply trained on the object of his sole attention. He hadn't started out that way, so obsessively watching the other, his glances had started out discrete but the more they flirted the drunker he got and soon he was all but glowering at his spot against the bar. Or at least what could be considered a bar at this tiny after party, Cristov wasn’t even sure where this place was nor did he really care, the only reason he found himself there was in pursuit of the other, keeping tabs on them quite like some disturbed creep. They’d been spending too much time with another and although he knew the other was their guard’, Cristov couldn’t help that stir of possessiveness within his gut the longer he watched the two interact.
Jealousy burned his veins just as much as the alcohol and added an acidic mixture to the turning within his gut, prompting him to accept the ideals of impulsive and angry thoughts as the two made their escape away from the party and towards the stairs that he knew led to more private areas of the building. Whatever was left in his glass was downed and Cristov found himself pushing through the crowd of the party to stalk after the two.
They were starting their way up the stairs while Cristov was imagining all the ways he could beat the shit out of this guy who had his hands all over what was his. That concoction of jealousy, possessive, obsession boiled over into a hot headed response. Whether or not the other knew he was stalking after them Cristov didn’t care at this point, it especially didn’t matter if they had been trying to make him jealous, the fucking point was that it worked. Clenching and unclenching his right fist the Russian took the stairs two at a time, agile and quick in his steps, planning to crest that landing and all but throw himself at the fucker.
Kara wasn't one to go to afterparties but she knew that she didn't have many more nights out with her friends. Soon, she'd be given to her husband. If he was anything like the men her friends had been marrying, she was just going to cry down the aisle. Old. All the men were older than her father and even her best friend, she'd been given to her father. Annika didn't mind because she'd been crushing on him since they were in high school but it wasn't what Kara wanted. She knew what she wanted and he stood right next to her.
It was always nice being out and feeling his eyes on her more than normal. He was tall, edgy and his curly hair was just so damn sexy. None of those could hold a candle to the way she felt when he'd lean in and whisper to her. His hushed voice husky. It was wrong, she knew it was but how could she have not wanted him. He'd been her birthday present two years ago when her first guard had been shot. His family worked with almost all of Kara's grandfather's people and of course, now, she had the same family guard as the rest of them.
That wasn't what she'd noticed when he stood in front of her the first night. So professional so handsome and even now, when she'd got him to look like her date and not her guard, it was hard to draw a line. As she stood in front of another friend dancing, she'd gotten separated from him for a moment. Instantly panic set in and she kept getting touched by a group of men in the middle of the floor. She slapped hands off of her, trying to make it to the middle before she felt a familiar hand grab her wrist.
With a little tug, Kara's body was now flush with his and she looked up at him relieved. He leaned down looking like he was saying something to her as Kara whisper. "Please, I'm having a panic attack i think or I can't breath but I don't want to cause a scene. Take me upstairs to the private rooms so I can take some medicine."
Just then, her eyes caught on a handsome man at the bar, she'd seen him earlier at the other place they'd been but he looked like he fit in with the crowd. She smiled at him as Ruth, playfully tugged her up the stairs so that they looked like they were just going to find a place a little more private.
It didn't take long for her head to start spinning and she was starting to sway as they moved up the stairs. Trying to pull her heels off she got off balance until she felt her guards arms lifting her off the ground bridal style. He kicked at the first door that was unlocked and walked in but noticed that someone was coming up the stairs fast. She was now on the couch as she watched the door bust open and it was the man at the bar. Both men large and standing toe to toe. She didn't know was going to happen and she wouldn't because just as she went to stand, she fell right back down and passed out.
