Lock Me Up

Prologue

            I drank the shot of tequila straight, sipping some lemon and licking the salt I put on this stranger's neck. I heard his moan and so are the cheer coming from the crowd. A snide was lifted on my lips.

            I just gave a stranger a body shot.

            I went at the center the dance floor and moved my body against the rhythm of the loud trance music the DJ's mixing. I bit my lower lip seductively the moment the spotlight landed on me.

            I want to have fun!

            "Hey, sweetheart, what's your name?" a foreigner behind me asked, he was grinding his crouch on my butt, I smirked, If you want to play then I'll entertain you. I know how to play this game so damn well.

            Name... I was Elisabeth the other night, and Annabelle yesterday, maybe I should just combine the two?

"...uh, I’m Anna…liese?" I chuckled to hide the tone of my uncertainty of my voice. He sniffed my hair in response.

            "What a beautiful name. It suits you," he uttered, really? I just came up with the name, and I'd heard it a lot from different people I'd encountered in clubs.

            "Thank you." I giggled before leaving him in the dance floor, I went to the VIP section where my friends and I decided to seat, but I found them nowhere, maybe they were at the dance floor, hooking some strangers to have some fun.

            I sat, resting my head in the sofa because my sight was getting hazy, I took a cigarette on the table and was about to lit it, some stranger took it from my hand.

            "What the f**k?" I angrily retorts, looking at the hand as I traced it until I saw a blonde shade of hair, it was disheveled effortlessly which makes his hair looks so hot, like it was his morning hair. My eyes landed on his face, it was perfect, he has a pointed nose, thin lips and his squinty expressive jet black eyes.

            Damn, I like him.

            He grimaced before throwing the cigarette on the dance floor, he glared at me but I'm pretty much preoccupied looking at his eyes.

            "You shouldn't smoke." He uttered, his voice soothes my ear like a lullaby. I pucker my lips and take a shot of tequila on the table but he took it from my grasp and gave it to someone who passed by, "And you shouldn't drink like a pro." He added.

            Okay, I said I like him but he's so getting on my nerves. Just who is he anyways? The people in this city don't care what I do.

            I rolled my eyes in annoyance, I'm a little bit tipsy a little while but I suddenly feel sober because of this pretty boy who came out of nowhere.

            "What is it to you? I don't even know you." I yelled, but I just heard him snickered in annoyance.

            "It's not a proper way for a girl to act. You act like a damn prostitute dancing in that dance floor, and it was unhealthy to drink and smoke. Know the proper way to take care of yourself." He uttered, I was stunned on what he said, despite his harsh words I felt like he was really concern.

            He really caught my interest.

            "Show some respect to yourself... Annaliese." He said, turning his back away from me.

            Eh? He heard that? He thinks I'm Annaliese?

            "Oy,  Ingrid." I heard my friends called me.

            "W-What?" I stuttered, I was still looking at the double doors of the Infinite Club.

            "What are you looking at?" Ezra asked, drinking the Carlsberg on the table.

            "Nothing. I'm just tired." I said, but they just yelled in disbelief.

            "Already? Heck, we just got here. We’re not even at the peak of the party!" Levy uttered.

            "Yeah, and the party's is barely at its peak! It would be a bore leaving this early." Jasmine stated, I looked at her, at least she wouldn't be in any trouble with guys, I looked at her hand she was wearing a ring on her left ring finger.

            "I want to have some fun more!" Coreen yelled, she ordered a whole bottle of vodka and drank it straight.

            I took my purse on the sofa and stood up, "I'm really sorry. I just don't feel well." I said to get out, but in truth I just lost my mood to party.

            It was because of the blonde haired mysterious man.

            I left the club and drove to my condo unit. I pushed the 19th floor and waited till I reached my destination. When I was already at the floor, I saw Stephen, he was waiting for me.

            He looked towards my way and I saw how solemn his eyes.

            "What are you doing here?" I asked, the anger that’s long gone came back.

"Come on Ingrid, it's been three months. Let's end this petty fight! Come back to me." He pleaded on bended knees but I just passed by him.

            "We're long gone. Could you please just move on?" I spat.

            "No!" He yelled, and tackled me, pinning me down on the corridor as he tried to kiss me.

            "Wha- stop it!" I cried, I could smell the mixed alcohol and smoke on his breath, he ripped the black tube midriff I'm wearing and gripped my breast.

            "Come back to me." He said, I spit on his face, I saw rage slowly ignites on his eyes. Balling his fist, I instantly closed my eyes and expect a stinging pain on my face but it didn't came, rather I felt his body left me.

            I opened my eyes only to see Sting laying on the other side, a man went to him and punch him.

            Shades of blonde hair?

            The guards of the building were here, they probably saw it on the CCTV camera.

            "We'll take care of this, Sir." The guard said, before looking at me, I was still sitting on the floor, unable to move.

            "Ma'am, are you going to file a case?" They asked, they were already holding him on the arms.

            "I'll talk to my lawyers first so that I could file the right case." I uttered, they nodded their head and left us alone. I looked to my savior, only to realize that it was the same man from the club. He was glaring at me.

            "Tsk, you talk to them with nothing but a bra? Ts," he uttered through gritted teeth, but then stripped his black -V-neck t-shirt and threw it at my face, "Wear this." He added before entering the condo unit beside mine.

            We're neighbors?