I would break you

Derrick's POV

I had always been regarded as the life of the party but at the moment I felt as if I don't have a life not to talk about being the life of a party. I sat in a corner drinking my wine slowly while trying to take in the scene before me.

Everyone was grinding. They all had a partner who came with them to the party, and most were kissing and about to get a room upstairs. It was supposed to be a business meeting, whereby you make new connections, and seal old deals with old connections. But, it seem I was out of tune with the term of the party. I was sexually deprived. Ever since I heard of Naomi's return I had abstained from sex, not because I wanted to but because nothing in the skirt department apart from Naomi was doing it for me.

I was still trying to get myself drunk when I laid my eyes on the fucker that came to Naomi's house. What a surprise! I had no idea we roamed the same social circle and it was my first time seeing him. He sat at the bar, and a redhead slim la