On the Rocks

I open my flat door and jump in shock at the person on the other side. 

"Andros?"

He kicks himself from the wall he was leaning on and walks towards the door. 

"W...what are you doing here?" I ask, my breath baited and shaky. 

"I'm here to walk you to work," he says quietly, his face so close to mine that I can feel his warm breath against my skin. My heartbeat increases at the proximity and the sound of his deep voice travels directly to my core, lighting a fire. 

But then the fire is distinguished as anger bubbles inside me. I haven't seen him in weeks, whilst the others play are cold with me and now he's here, trying to act like an angel. No, I don't think so.

"I can walk myself," I side step from him and walk past him as I lock my door with shaky hands. I ignore his inquisitive stare that makes my skin feel tingly and begin walk away from him but he grabs my hand before I can do so.

"Let me walk you," he stares into my eyes, a hint of a plea in his voice. I furrow my eyebrows slightly but give into him.

"Fine. Let's go," I roll my eyes and he lets go. 

We walk in pretty much silence and I struggle to keep up with his long strides that triple mine. He storms ahead, as if he's angry with me for some reason. 

"Well this is fun," I mutter and roll my eyes. "You know what, fuck this," I say and put my earphones in my ear to keep me entertained seeing as he is making no efforts to. I open my phone and press play on my 'hot girl era' playlist and my ears are filled with the sounds of Sabrina Carpenter. I feel my hips start to move in hips to the song as I focus on it and block out Andros's attitude. 

By the time we reach the club, I am on the sixth song of my playlist, all uninterrupted by Andros.

He holds the large door open for me through the staff entrance and I walk through without acknowledge him. I really can't be bothered with their bullshit today so I just leave him to go put my stuff away in the locker room. 

When I walk in, I see Denise standing there, adding even more foundation to her face, if that is even possible. She has unashamedly chosen to wear a low cut top that shows off her boobs, and I honestly respect it as I do the same for tips. 

I take off my coat to reveal my black tight trousers that end at my ankles and a very low cut black strappy top. I keep my chestnut hair down in waves and my makeup light but enough mascara to make my eyelashes extra fluttery. 

We both send a mutual nod of acknowledgement to each other as we head to the busy bar, which has already been open for a few hours. I am working an 11-5 today, which is one of the most tiring shifts I could have. The one benefit is that the more drunk people get, the more they tip. 

I take a breath before immersing myself in the busy scene of people hollering for drinks under the bright colourful lights. I start taking their orders and making drinks like its muscle memory. A few men flirt with me whilst I serve them and I lightly flirt back to get more money from them but never say anything that would give them the wrong impression. 

Soon enough, I feel a pair of eyes and look to the balcony to see all four of my bosses staring at me. I glare at them as if to tell them to leave me alone, and turn my head back to the pretty boy I'm serving. To wind them up, I batter my eyelashes at him and push my hair behind my shoulders to reveal my cleavage to him, and indirectly, them.  

The pretty boy practically salivates at my tits whilst I shake his drink, causing them to bounce. I send him a wink as I pour out his drink.

"Can I get your number, babe" he slurs loudly over the bar. I smirk at his attempt to be sultry when he actually looks like a drunken mess.

"Sure, babe" I flirt with him and write a fake number on his napkin. He looks down, wobbling on his feet, before smirking at it and walking away. 

He didn't even tip, what the fuck?

I look up to the balcony and see that Andros has disappeared but the other three still have their eyes on me. Dawson is looking down on me in surprise, Theo is completely unreadable and Atlas looks down right murderous. I can't help to smirk at their reactions which only furthers Atlas's anger. 

"Hazel, can you go get more vodka?" I hear Denise shout at me and I take the opportunity to get away from their stares. I walk from the side of the bar and head past the toilets towards the stockroom but am stopped by strong hands on my waist, pushing me into the wall.

I close my eyes instinctively but when I smell liquor on the person's breath, my blood runs cold. 

"Babe, that wasn't your real number was it?" the guy from the bar slurs whilst dangerously close to my face. I open my eyes and see his pupils wide as if he has taken something other than alcohol.

Just my luck, huh.

"Get out of my way," I say to him, trying to keep myself calm. 

"Come home with me," he presses sloppy kisses to my neck as panic rises in my body. I need to get him off me. Now. 

"Let go of me before I do something both of us regret," I warn him.

"God your tits are insane" he makes a move to shove his face in them but I bring my knee up to his balls. He instantly lets go of my waist and stumbles back, clutching onto them with his face scrunched up in pain. I step away from the wall so he can't trap me again and prepare to kick him again when I feel a new arm slide around my waist. 

"Careful now, Spitfire. Let us handle it," the person behind me says in my ear and I realise it to be Dawson. I can't help but relax slightly at his low voice whispering to me. I let myself lean against his chest as I watch Atlas and Theo grab the guy by his arms. Dawson rests his chin on my shoulder as he wraps both arms round my waist, using his thumb to stroke it slightly in comfort. 

I flinch as I see Atlas punch the guy in the face as Theo holds him before saying something to Theo that has him dragging the guy off out of sight. 

I almost take a step back in fright when Atlas walks towards us but Dawson holds me steady. I look at Atlas's eyes for comfort but they are cold and intimidating. 

"Are you okay, bambolotta?" he asks me whilst scanning my body for injuries. Not being able to speak from the shock, I simply shake my head at him. He takes a breath and his eyes become soft again. 

I gasp in surprise as he takes both of his big hands and cups my face before pressing a kiss to my forehead. Goosebumps spread across my body in shock and I melt into Dawson's body further. I feel a smile spread across his face as my eyes stay focussed on Atlas's.

"Come home with us for tonight, bambolotta. I don't want you going home on your own after that guy," his hands still cupping my face. I nod obediently and a smile spreads across his face. Fuck, his smile is gorgeous.

"Come on, Spitfire. Let's go home," Dawson whispers in my ear and they both let go of me before guiding me away.

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Hey guys, it's me.

Just wanted to let you know I am updating this story as well as two other reverse harems so updates will be pretty random.

It's weird as every time I write a new chapter for one, it becomes my favourite one until I write another one.

Check them out if you wish/if you love me <3

Jk, we're all about unconditional love here baby.

I think this is my fave chapter I've written so let me know what you think

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