“You’re not in luck. I’m not interested. So better pack up now and go home.” He could sense that she already reached her limit in her alcohol consumption. He observed that she was starting to slur her words and her eyes were starting to droop down.
“Then, tell me what you don’t like about me?” She began to run her fingers along his cheek, liking the feel of his fresh stubbles against her skin.
She never felt this strong pull towards a man before, besides from him. She quickly blinked the thought away. The reason why she was in this situation was that she needed to forget about him.
She returned her focus on the man that was bringing her an electrifying sensation as she continued to work her fingers behind his ear.
“Ok, young lady. Let me explain something to you.” He snatched her wrist and held it in between them. “I didn’t warn you to encourage you or pick you up. I’m here to drink in peace and not to be bothered.” He stated as clearly as possible, exasperated at her ministrations.
He was not looking for a quick hookup. It was never his style. He just wanted a moment of peace, together with a friendly glass of strong liquor.
Unlike her, he wanted to keep in mind what the woman he loved did to him. He wanted to remember so that it would remind him constantly, never to repeat the same mistake.
He only wanted one woman, but he lost her to a friend. Her betrayal was enough for him to believe that love did not exist. It was an emotional illusion used by people like her to fool another person like him. But, never again would he fall into the same trap. He had learned his lesson.
“What if I want you to take advantage of me?” She said boldly, touching his arms again seductively. Running her fingers along his muscled arms down along his expensive watch.
“I think you’re drunk and should go home.” He uttered as he looked away from her. He could not keep entertaining her advances or else she might get the wrong impression. He did not want to encourage her. He wanted her to go away, hopefully safely back to her home.
“Don’t you find me attractive?” She continued with her flirtations. The liquor was finally doing what it was supposed to do. Making her bolder than her true character. If she was sober, she knew she could never do what she was now doing.
“Please stop that.” He grabbed her hand once again, which was now busy playing along his nape and then placed it on top of the bar gently.
“What’s wrong? Am I that ugly?” She pouted, acting hurt by his action. She did not want to accept defeat, not yet.
“I think you’re a decent girl, and you shouldn’t be doing this.” He was now looking directly at her eyes. Trying to convince her that what she was doing was not a good idea. “Go home.”
“I came here to have a good time, not to be lectured by a prude guy like you.” She snatched her hands away from him, grabbed her bag on top of the bar. Finally, she had enough of his negative response. “If you’re not interested, I’m sure he is.”
Tired of his treatment as if she was a child, she decided not to pursue him anymore and aimed for the other man who seemed to be more interested. She believed she could still salvage the remaining of her evening, as she eyed his other prey.
Standing up from her seat proved to be more difficult than she initially thought. How many drinks had she consumed? She thought, unable to remember. Anyway, she tried to get her equilibrium and spotted the guy who offered her drinks seated with a group of men on a table a few feet from her.
She slightly wobbled as she took a step in his direction, determined to finish what she started. If men could do this, well, so could she. She certainly believed in fairness and equality.
This would not be her first time to be with a man, but this was the first time she would be initiating it with a total stranger. She was determined to get what she wanted without the necessary complication. This was perfect, a place where nobody knew her and after tomorrow, she would not see him again.
The man saw her walking in his direction and she could see the smile displayed on his face. A good indication that her presence was more than welcome, unlike with the man she left behind.
In this new scenario, who would be the predator and the prey?
“Just want to thank you personally for the drink.” She said incoherently as she stood in front of him, bracing herself in the chair’s backrest, afraid that she might fall flat on her face. She realized now that she must have more drinks than was necessary as she found it hard to balance herself.
“Would you like to join us?” He offered as he made room for her to sit down beside him.
Before she could move, somebody yanked her body towards something hard. She ended up plastered to the side of this jerk who rejected her. “Sorry, but we needed to get out of here.” He said to the men sitting around the table.
“Do you know her ‘Boss’?” The man on the farthest asked, nodding in her direction.
She realized that this group knew him. They even called him their boss. Or was she just imagining it? However, the man in front of her was visibly not happy with the intrusion, but he did remain silent.
She was beginning to feel a slight buzz in her head, but she held on to his support. Then, she remembered what this jerk did, now she was fuming again. He had the nerves to meddle with her affairs, she thought.
“Yes. She’s my friend, and I think she is a bit drunk so I’m taking her home.” He announced to the group.
He was not about to leave this girl to the hands of his men. He would make sure that she would be safely back to her place. Whatever her problem was, this was not the solution. She would surely regret it by morning when the alcohol lost its power and reason took over.
“Sure Boss.” The older man near to him said. “Pack up, we’re leaving.” The man ordered the rest of the men seating at the table.
“No need.” He stopped them. “I just need you and Bob. The rest of you can take the night off.”
“Thanks, boss.” The man again on the farthest said, smiling happily as he raised his glass to him.
“We’ll just see you tomorrow, boss.” The other man on the left agreed.
Before she could react to what was happening, he started to drag her away from the table and out of the club.
Between the dizziness of her brain from the alcohol and the sensations his body was radiating while attached to hers, she found it hard to think straight.
When the cool air hit her as they exited the pavement, she felt a bit refreshed. She suddenly realized what was happening.
“What are you doing?” She said slurring, a bit unstable at her feet as the full effect of the alcohol hit her once again. She tried turning her body to come face to face with him, but the sudden movement made her dizzy and nauseous.
He was about to retort something when she held up her hand to stop him and went to a nearby trash bin beside the entrance and hurled her guts out. She braced herself in the wall with her hands and forehead while she tried to control her world from spinning.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.
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