Chapter 1
Scarlett's POV
"Will you marry me?" Timothy asked the question I'd been dying to hear.
But it wasn't for me.
I froze in the room, my heart pounding heavily in my chest.
And why?
That was because Timothy–my boyfriend and current classmate at Brookhaven College–was proposing to another woman on our two-year dating anniversary.
I'd heard him make calls about it; he'd even avoided me a lot, and I foolishly thought it was for the surprise effect.
Well, I was surprised.
But in the most painful way ever.
How could I explain that this scene was making my entire body collapse?
Hell, I couldn't even breathe properly!
"Yes baby, I will," the redhead smiled sheepishly, wiggling her fingers at Timothy.
The sight of Timothy slipping the ring onto her finger made my heart instantly clutch with pain, almost like I was being stabbed.
I immediately felt stupid.
The bodycon dress clinging to my body was a reminder of how I'd decked myself up for the big moment.
My breaths grew hotter as rage pulsed through my veins. "TIMOTHY!" I barked with the little energy in me.
Timothy slowly rose from his one-knee position, casting me a disgusted look before returning his gaze to the lady in front of him. He pulled her closer, locking lips and kissing her so passionately.
The fact that they kissed wasn't what broke me.
What broke me was the fact that he kissed her like he usually kissed me, held her so tightly like he usually held me.
Fuck.
The tears I'd been fighting back suddenly started flowing, my cheeks burning.
I thought the kiss was the end of it.
Until the lady in his arms started whimpering as Timothy cupped her boobs.
That was when I lost it.
I charged towards them, pulling the girl away from Timothy, my jaws clenching.
"What the f**k is wrong with you? Why the hell are you doing this?" I questioned, my voice quivering from the tension threatening to break me apart.
His eyes that once looked at me with love now held nothing but coldness.
"What's wrong with what I'm doing, huh? Tell me," he demanded, his brows arching.
What the f**k?
Where do I start explaining?
My pulse grew clammy, sweat rolling down my spine. "I can't believe this! You're disgusting!" I snapped.
He scoffed and let out a low chuckle right after. "Actually, you're the one that's disgusting. Tell me how you've ever benefited me since we started dating. Yes, I come from a rich family, so I never had problems footing your fees whilst being a student myself, but come on, Scarlett."
He eyed me, shaking his head pitifully. "Don't you get tired of depending on me? Why the f**k do I have to gift your mother just because I date you?! The only thing you can offer is s*x, and even that is the most terrible experience!" He hurled the words at me, not caring about how red my eyes were getting.
I was not only hurt by his words; I was embarrassed that my mother went behind my back to demand gifts from my boyfriend!
"I never knew you were gifting my mother, Timo–"
"Just shut up, okay? I don't wanna hear any of it! If my proposal to Eunice didn't make this clear, then this is me officially telling you it's over!" he thundered, his eyes widening with annoyance.
But I couldn't afford to lose Timothy.
Especially not when I was in my final year.
I was this close to becoming a software engineer.
I couldn't let this go.
I dropped to my knees, clinging to his legs.
"Please, Timothy. Don't do this. Tell me how I can make amends," I mumbled amidst my sobbing.
But then Eunice stepped closer to him, kicking my hands off him. I groaned from the pain, managing to rise up as embarrassment clung to my skin.
"The only amend you can make is by getting out of here. He's told me how worthless you are. He needs someone with more class to fit him for the future," she snickered, her doe eyes sparkling maliciously.
Betrayal splintered through my gut, but I ignored her, my gaze turning to Timothy.
"Don't make me repeat her words. Get out!" he roared, making me shudder.
And with that, I sprinted out of the hotel room like a scared puppy.
The cold night air washed over my skin, but it did nothing to erase the burning sensation I felt inside me.
I took several turns, running as far as my legs would carry me. In a couple of minutes, a club bubbling with different colors of light came into view.
The muffled sounds of loud music burst through the door. I noticed a group of people rushing in, and I immediately joined them, hoping to drink my pain away.
And maybe wake up from this bad dream.
But when I got in, the atmosphere was thick with the smell of alcohol, cigarettes, and…moans. The club was split into sections, and naked people were everywhere!
Everyone was having s*x–some used toys, some were m**********g, and some were having group s*x.
My insides knotted with anxiety.
My gaze dropped as I walked away. I'd never been to an open s*x club, but I knew there had to be a bar somewhere. I'd just go there, get some alcohol, and get out of here.
I'd just gotten to the bar when a firm hand gripped me.
"Sexy, why do you have clothes on?" The deep tone immediately sent shivers down my spine, making me swallow hard.
I turned around and, goddamn, he had the most gorgeous face I'd ever seen. His icy blue eyes shone like pearls in the flickering neon lights.
I blinked back, regaining my senses. "I–I'm here–I want to have a drink."
He smirked, the small curve of his lips creating a burning desire within me to touch them. f**k, what was going on with me?
I didn't even know him!
Just then, he swirled me into his arms, and before I could realize what was happening, he lifted a glass to my face.
"Take some from daddy," the words rolled off his tongue, sounding more like a command than an offer.
The feel of his muscular chest pressed against my firm boobs sent sparks of desire running down to my crotch.
I didn't realize when I opened my mouth, gulping down every bit of alcohol he had to offer. The stinging liquid burned my throat, but it was just what I needed.
He dropped the glass. "You took that like a good girl. But I'm afraid I'm out of alcohol."
My cheeks burned from hearing "good girl," and maybe that was because his big hand was still firmly holding my waist.
"You can get some from–"
Before I could finish the words, he crashed his lips onto mine.
