Owned By Her Triplet Bullies
Chapter 44

Emma's POV

"I'm not wearing that," I utter, shaking my head firmly.

"There's nothing wrong with this dress. It's sexy," Ria, John's...friend said. I stared at her in shock. I'm currently in John's room after telling him that I would accompany them to the club. I arrived and Ria vehemently refused to allow me to follow them if I didn't get changed. She's currently holding a strapless little black gown that would barely cover my a*s. "I'm not wearing it. It's too revealing," I insisted. Ria sighed.

"Then do you intend to come with us dressed up like that?" she said, eyeing my clothes, looking clearly displeased.

"What is wrong with my clothes?" I frown, glancing at my long black skirt and shirt.

"Seriously? You look like a nun. You are going to a club for f**k's sake. You are going to stand out way too much in those clothes in a bad way," she replies, and John bursts into laughter. He's sitting on the bed watching us.

I guess she's right. My clothes aren't appropriate for where we are about to go, and I don't want to end up embarrassing them.

"Fine but these clothes are too skimpy. Find me a more modest one," I said and she smiles happily, showing her dimple. Ria has this cute and innocent look, making you think she could not hurt a fly or think of doing anything...unholy. But what I witnessed the other day made me believe the 'never judge a book by its cover' saying.

"There you go, modest and sexy. Quickly, go put it on," she said, shoving the dress in my hands and happily pushing me into the bathroom.

I came out after a few minutes, and they all stared at me in shock. I was wearing a tight-fitting long-sleeve jumpsuit with a zip at the front. I asked Ria to give me a modest dress that won't display any part of my body, and she gave me exactly that, just that this jumpsuit looks tight on me because I am curvier than Ria and this accentuates all the curves I have.

"Emma? Emma? Where the hell is Emma?" John asked, searching around frantically after staring at me for a long time. I frown. What is wrong with John? He can see me standing right in front of his eyes. Is that his way of telling me that I look bad? I squirm uncomfortably.

"Oh my god!" Ria exclaimed. "You look sexy as f**k. You've been hiding all these curves with your baggy clothes all this while," she squealed happily.

"It looks impressive?" I asked unsure.

"Nice? You look breathtakingly gorgeous," she said. I blush. She's one of the first people in school apart from John to treat me nicely.

She quickly pulled me towards the table and applied makeup on my face. I've never applied it before, so I hope it looks good.

"You can open your eyes now," she mutters, trying to control her excitement. I stared at myself in the mirror, shocked. Is this really me? Ria curled my hair, and it bounced behind me. "Gorgeous right?" she said. I nod.

"Thank you," I said gratefully.

"There's nothing to be thankful for, you already have the body and the face. I just helped you in realizing it. All those girls who called you names will die of envy and jealousy when they see you in this dress. You should keep it, it looks way better on you anyway," she replied and pulled my front zip down a little bit to show my cleavage.

"Flaunt those babies, they are beautiful," she winks. Such words coming out from such an innocent-looking face is really shocking. She laughed at my dumbfounded expression and walked to the bathroom to change.

"You look different Emma, but in a good way," John complimented with a smile. I mutter "Thank You". Ria comes out of the bathroom wearing the little black dress she had given me earlier.

She looked so pretty and confident as she strikes a pose on the door. She had straightened her short blonde hair.

"Shall we leave?" she said and we nodded. I walked in my low heels and I still stumble. I wondered how Ria managed to walk so fast in her six - inch heels.

We got into the club. I stared around in awe. There are some wild-looking people with lots of piercings and tattoos. Some were dancing and groping each other, while others were making out in front of everyone. The loud music is making me have a headache. John was right earlier, this is totally not my scene.

"Come," Ria dragged the both of us to the bartender and ordered three shots of tequila. I've never had a drink before.

"Drink it, It will help you loosen up and enjoy yourself more," John urged, and I drank it. I frowned and a bit into the piece of lime in front of me. The drink burns down my throat. I stared at John, disgusted by the drink. He chuckles.

"It's always like that the first time, okay maybe every time but it works like magic," he said.

"Let's go and dance," John mutters, and we walk to the dance floor. John was right about the tequila. I felt good already. I giggle and jump around. After a while, I got tired and went to have a seat. A waiter brings a drink for me. I didn't order it, but maybe John did.

I collected the drink and sipped it. This one tastes sweet like fruit and I like it. It doesn't burn my throat like tequila. I drank every single drop and walked towards John, who was dancing with someone I couldn't see well. My vision is starting to feel hazy. I removed his phone from his pocket without him noticing. I walked back to my seat.

I stared at his phone for a while and dialed Alexander's number that I found on the school website. I don't know why, but I just did. He answered after the third ring.

"Hello," he mutters in his usual cold voice. I giggled excitedly.

"Hello," I mimicked his cold voice and giggled again.

"Emma? Is that you?" he asked, and I heard Philip and Julian's voices speaking at the same time.

"Why do you always sound so cold?" I slurred.

"Are you drunk? Where are you?" he asked worriedly.

"I'm not drunk. I'm at a club downtown. I'm an adult and can take care of myself," I replied drunkenly.

"You sound very drunk, Emma, don't go anywhere. We will be right there," Julian said.

"You can't tell me what to do. You are not my dad. I came here to have fun, and I am going to do just that. Okay, bye," I giggled and hung off. The waiter brought another drink and I accepted it.

"Hello beautiful," a man breathed on my neck, making chills run down my spine.

"Are you enjoying your drinks? I figured you didn't like tequila," he said, smiling, but his smile looked creepy to me. Was he the one who ordered the drinks? It was not John?

I tried to stand up, feeling uncomfortable. He pulled me back into the chair, making me feel dizzy.

"Where are you going? Let's have fun," he said, licking his lips lustfully like he was about to have a very tasty meal. I felt disgusted.

"Please let me go, I don't want this. If it's about the drinks, I will reimburse you," I pleaded, and he laughed evilly.

"Do you seriously think I will let you go? I don't want you to reimburse me. I can even pay you after we are done," he replies, pulling towards him. I couldn't scream. I was feeling so dizzy. I should have never come here in the first place. I shuddered helplessly when he squeezed my breasts. I could do nothing but just sit with teary eyes.

"You know it's wrong to touch a lady when she refuses," I heard Julian's voice. I turn around and see them standing and glaring at the man.

"Run along boys, you are too young to be in this type of place," the man replies and Alexander chuckles darkly.

"I doubt you will say that after I knock your teeth out," he said, cracking his knuckles. The man scoffed.

"I will be right back baby after I deal with these nosy boys," he said, standing up. He walked towards them and Julian punched his face before he could speak. The club is now quiet as they beat him up mercilessly.

"Please stop. Just take me home, please," I muttered weakly. They immediately stopped and Alexander picked me up.

"Emma, what happened?" John asked in shock.

"We will take her back to the hotel," Julian said. I smiled weakly at him and passed him his phone.

The boys took me back to our hotel room. I was feeling weak and tired before but not now when I'm in their midst. I stared at them hungrily, my pupils dilated. They also stare back at me, their eyes darkened. The s****l tension is so thick and obvious that it can be cut through with a knife.