Chapter2:CanWeDance,HandsomeStranger?
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VIVIENNE
“Vivienne Vale,” I said, eyeing the guard in a tailored suit at the door. I watched in satisfaction as his eyes widened in realization then cowered as they raked over my body which was adorned in a red sequinned dress that stopped right after my ass. He proceeded to take the biometric scan.
I was dressed for revenge.
He let me in. That’s what happens when your surname carries so much weight. All you have to do is just mention it.
After Julian's cheating ass and the scandal that ensued almost immediately, I had hidden for two days. I flew back to my city and I didn’t leave the room all day because I was terrified of people recognising me. It was all over the news and social media—the Senator’s daughter who had been jilted at the altar. Everyone was talking about it. Memes were made from video clips and I was turned into a laughing stock.
Let’s not talk about the comments.
Even Dad was pissed, with his reputation at stake. The scandal was messing everything up, especially with his campaign coming up. He has been trying to erase all embarrassing footage that had been taken on that day but there’s only so little he can do. Mom called once, but only out of obligation not because she cared. I didn’t reply to anybody. I just wanted to be alone and cry.
Tonight is my first time outside since that horrifying incident. I decided to go to this underground club—Inferno—that was strictly for exclusive membership and was underground, beneath a vintage bookstore.
It was hidden from the general public because of the high stakes involved—gambling, secret auctions, underground fighting rings, or forbidden pleasures. It was for the one percent of the one percent and it happened with sealed lips. If you’re in, you’re in.
I strutted in and was greeted with a different ambience—neon light over smoke-filled rooms with a sultry jazz music in the background that pulled you in. I walked into the glass-walled VIP section and the crowd transcended from billionaires flaunting wealth in tailored suits and designer gowns to mafia dons and celebrities and elites.
I sat on the plush sofa, crossing my legs and gulping the tray of vodka shots that had been brought to me. It was exactly what I needed. I made the resolution to leave my house and snap out of self-pity to clear my head and this was my best bet.
How did I not see it? Was he so sleek that I didn’t see the signs? He had been cheating on me for God knows how long! He had never really liked me, had he? He was neither interested in me nor the wedding. He barely even spent time with me, always coming up with business excuses. He claimed to be busy with work but he had been busy getting in between her thighs.
All those business trips were just plans to meet with her.
For five years, I had been begging him to seal our union and propose but he would always say there was no rush. Now when we finally got around to it, he had the nerve to fly his little w***e to our wedding and f**k her while I was getting ready to be committed to him for life.
I gulped another shot and winced at the jolt that traveled down my throat. My head was spinning already, thanks to twelve shots of vodka. I was suddenly feeling hot and needed to release some of the heat by dancing.
I tried getting on my feet but it was futile. I slumped back.
“Hey pretty.” I turned to see someone sliding into my booth. I couldn’t really make out his face because of my now drooping eyelids.
His face inched closer to mine and I tried to push him away but he was way stronger.
“Please….go..awayyyy” I slurred. My eyes were getting blurry and my head was pounding. His hands gripped my bare thighs and were inching upwards. He was going to take advantage of me. My body tensed up at the realization.
I wanted to hit him but my body was too feeble to carry out such an action.
“I’m sure you heard her. Now, run along before I break your arms, you f*****g asshole!” A firmer, deeper voice seethed behind us. The weird guy scurried off without as much as another word. Then, he turned to me. He was all suited up in a black suit and dress shoes.
“You should get someone to drive you home.” My saviour tried to walk away but I grabbed his arm. He turned and stared down at me with hooded blue eyes. It was dark in here but I could still make out the color.
It almost felt like all the alcohol was wearing off because I was suddenly hyperaware of everything around me.
“Can we dance?” Was what stumbled out of my mouth next. His eyes narrowed, probably trying to comprehend what was going on. I don’t know where this courage to ask a complete stranger to dance came from but I was not backing down either way.
This is exactly what I need to get over Julian.
I pulled myself up and when I staggered, he grabbed me by my arm to steady me. We were face-to-face now. He pulled me to the centre and held me by the waist, and we swayed slowly to the soft jazz purring at the corner. My body heated up instantly as his blue eyes pierced my soul and his touch lit a fire in my body, now all I wanted was to kiss this stranger.
Summoning all the courage in me, I leaned into him and brought his face down to mine, and placed my lips on his. What started as a slight touch evolved into a passionate kiss with both of us grabbing at each other’s clothes. I just wanted to strip him of the expensive suit he was clad in.
His lips tasted of whiskey, igniting a fire in me as his arms roamed my body. We were going to have s*x right on this spot if we didn’t end this now but I didn’t want to. Not yet.
I trailed kisses from the side of his lips to his ear and whispered, “Your place.”
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