Chapter 3-One night stand
934 Words
Dave's POV
After a long day at work, all I wanted was to unwind, so I headed to a bar downtown. The place was dimly lit, a mixture of familiar faces and strangers all tucked away into their own little worlds. But the moment I stepped inside, something caught my attention. A young woman was sitting at the bar, drinking what I could only assume was the most expensive scotch on the menu.
Her presence was out of place. There was something about her that made her stand out, like a lamb amongst wolves. I glanced around, noticing the half-drunken gazes of the men in the bar—predators, all of them, lingering in the shadows, sizing her up. It made me wonder: was she aware of how exposed she was, or was she oblivious to the danger surrounding her?
I couldn’t just stand by. I have a younger sister and I wouldn't want her in the situation so my protective instinct kicked in. I couldn’t let someone like her be vulnerable in this place.
I walked up to her, attempting to offer a friendly gesture, a word, anything to make sure she was okay. But her response? It was dismissive, and cold. She barely spared me a glance. I almost turned away, the rejection stinging. But something in me—maybe it was my conscience, or maybe it was the way she kept drinking like she was trying to drown something—compelled me to stay.
I lingered by her side, watching as she took drink after drink, the glass barely leaving her hand. And then it happened. Her tough exterior cracked.
The bravado she’d been hiding behind slipped, and the tears came. She cried, softly at first, and then with more intensity, her shoulders shaking as the weight of whatever she was running from came crashing down on her.
Without thinking, I wrapped my arm around her shoulders, offering comfort. She didn’t resist. She just let the tears fall.
The bar was thinning out. The noise was dying down, and one by one, the remaining patrons filtered out, leaving the two of us in the quiet.
She eventually leaned against me, her head resting on my shoulder, her body sagging with exhaustion. Before I knew it, she was asleep. I didn’t want to move. I didn’t want to disturb her, even as I could feel the weight of the night pressing on me, the quiet isolation settling in.
But the reality was, she couldn’t stay here.
She was vulnerable, alone, and I wasn’t about to leave her here to fend for herself. I looked around, but she didn’t have anyone with her. Just the ID card she kept in her bag—a small detail that seemed oddly important.
Her name Elizabeth was written body.
I checked the nearest hotel in the area, something close enough to give her a place to rest. She needed sleep. The poor girl couldn’t handle another drop of liquor, let alone whatever else might be coming her way tonight.
I didn’t know her address. I didn’t know anything about her—her life, her past—but I couldn’t just leave her here. My conscience wouldn’t let me.
I called for a cab and took her to the nearest hotel, where she could rest and sleep it off. The whole time, she clung to me, almost like I was the only thing keeping her grounded. She held onto my arm as if she feared being abandoned again. It was almost heartbreaking to watch, seeing how fragile she was beneath that hard exterior.
We checked into the hotel, and I stayed the night with her. It wasn’t planned, it wasn’t expected—but sometimes, the night has a way of pushing things in directions you didn’t intend.
She was so clingy, so wrapped up in her emotions, in the aftermath of whatever had happened in her life. I could feel her neediness, the desperation in her touch. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was the loneliness I saw in her eyes, but before long, we were kissing, and the kiss deepened.
My hands moved with urgency, slipping beneath her clothes and discarding them piece by piece, until she was left in nothing but her bra. Even that didn’t stay on for long before it joined the rest of her clothes on the floor.
One thing led to another, and we ended up having s*x. The next morning, I woke up alone. The space beside me was empty.
My heart raced as I glanced around the room, my mind already going into overdrive. Where was she?
I rushed to get dressed, my mind swirling with questions. I went downstairs quickly, scanning the lobby, the bar area, everywhere I could think to look. But she was gone.
I went back to the room and checked my things. That’s when I noticed it. My car key was gone. She had taken it. My stomach dropped.
She had stolen my car.
I cursed under my breath, frustration flooding my system. I quickly called my secretary, James, to track my car. He confirmed the car was still in the city. I didn’t waste another second.
I grabbed my phone and ordered an Uber, my eyes glued to the map as I traced her every move, wondering what was going through her mind.
Why had she taken the car? What was she planning,this girl was getting more intriguing every second.
I wasn’t going to let this slide. Not after everything. Not after what happened last night.
I was going to find her.
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