Rebounds & Hook-Ups

The night was young and Liza was having a blast. Dressed in her high heels and black mini dress. Long, wavy brunette hair hitting her bare back. Liza loved to party, most of the time by herself. Alone in the feminine ambiance of her studio apartment overlooking the city,New York. She also loved clothes,heels and men.She was a relationship girly. But currently she was single.And even though she often joked about finding a rich husband with her close friend Dias instead of falling in love ; she couldn’t deny the desire she had to find her own version love. He boyfriend of two years had broken up with her. After all she had done to please the bastard. After all her efforts to be the perfect girlfriend; the i***t had still found the audacity to cheat on her a week ago.Liza wasn’t cocky but she knew she was pretty.Not the heart-stopping kind . But pretty none the less. Average height.Average curves and a nice set of racks ,she was very proud of . She just thought that if ,the asshole Philip,would cheat on her then he should have at least had the balls to do it with someone decent.Not their office Barbie wannabe... That was enough. She wouldn’t give the douche bag the time of the day. The club downtown was a ragging tonight.She could feel the buzz of the loud music vibrate through.Her skin felt sticky and her feet were starting to hurt in her high heels. “Ready for another round. “ the blue electric glow of the club lights on the tan skin of Dias Fugder made her glow in an alluring way.She and liza were good friends.They worked in the same building, same hotel. Lux. Dias was an executive and Liza was the secretary of the CEO. “Hell yeah!” They had been doing this for the past hour and half.Taking to the dance floor.Rocking to the sound of the trendy songs.Then break for a drink then come back again. Liza had been sulky of late and Dias thought a good night out and s*x would do the trick. “Whow!” They weren’t new to the club scene.But something in the air felt different in a strange.Liza felt a cold shiver whenever she stepped on the dancefloor.Normally, the thought of being watched creeped her out. But tonight, she couldn't give a care even if she wanted to.It was a club after all. People always did that. “ Am good yeah am feeling alright…” They screamed the lyrics together.The air grew thicker as more people joined them. She let go of her inhibitions as a stranger pulled her to him.She couldn’t tell what was happening but she couldn’t bring herself to worry. Micheal was not into the club scene all that much.But when his dad had told him that he was gonna take over the family business whether he liked it or yes...He knew he needed a distraction and a good lay to blow off some steam.It was his dream to become a chef one day.With his own restaurant. That is why he had pursued a degree in culinary after his MBA in Stanford as his father had demanded. “ Am stepping down Micheal.It’s time for you to take your place as my successor.” He had told him days ago. Then he’d had to cut his Paris trip short and be here for tomorrow’s official meeting. “Go get her!” Mike’s best buddy from Stanford shouted over the booming of the loudspeakers. Drake sipped on his scotch. “ What?!” He decided he needed a drink when he landed.He taught a drink alone with his old friend…. IN his hotel suite was a good idea. But Drake being the party animal he was insisted he get drunk and get laid .Specifically by a blonde boom shell with long legs. But ever since they got there, he wasn’t able to keep his eyes off the brunette beauty dancing like a closet baddie. And she only came alive at night…. in clubs… on the dance floor. He c**k was beginning to strain in his jeans.He didn't like the guy she was dancing with..he looked like a perv. “ The brunette in the little black dress..You’ve been staring at her since we got here.” Drake shouted over the music. He eyed him eye the pretty blonde friend with her…he could take his own advice.He shrugged. She pulled at him. She might not know it but she did…maybe I'll approach her.He thought. Their eyes meet when she turned in the arms of the guy she was dancing with.Something sizzling sparked between them. Her cheeks warmed as she moved against him.Her dark brown eyes on him. His c**k twitched. Then she looked shy but refused to blink first.. Mike knew he was easy to look at. Blonde-caramel short wavy hair. Electric hazel-blue eyes that drew the girls in. He was a pretty boy. Even his nose was pretty.It was his lips he didn't like that much. ..Too soft and too pink. It had him blurring the line between masculine and feminine. And he hated that.He got it pierced but it did little to help. “If need me..you know where I’ll be.” Drake stood, gesturing toward the blonde. Leaving Mike still starring at his dirty dancer. Liza broke the eye contact she shared with the beautiful man across her. Whispered to Dias when she saw the stranger's friend approach her.. “I'll be back, going for another drink!”She nodded toward the bar. Diaz gave a concerned look but she rolled her eyes and abandoned her dance partner. She felt shaky. She noted as she left. “A martini please .” The tattooed bartender got to work, making her fourth drink for the night. Her head buzzed, the alcohol was starting to kick in…it didn't have anything to do with- Goose bumps took over her as he breathe hitched.Someone was standing behind her.She could tell. He felt ominous, hot yet cold.She give the bartender a smile, drink in hand. “Not gonna look at me now that am here.” the chalky voice chuckled..the beautiful stranger! Drawing on some liquid courage Liza turned to him.The first thing she noted was his eyes. It was a strange colour. Like the undersea but….also hazel. Then his height.He was stupid tall. She bite on her lip.Dark jeans, a white-T that fit his muscular build snuggly. A dark as night leather jacket. “What's your name?”.She shrugged. “Come on you must have a name!” He gave her a dimpled smile.She giggled. Mike loved it. It was the infectious kind. “Liza.” he grinned, pleased. “Liza.” His deep gravelly voice rumbled her name. No one said it like that. It a soul curling, v****a-quaking, toe tingling voice that shot through her like that EVER. Mike repeated her name. Testing it out.The sound of her name on his lips filled her head with dirty staff. Staff that involved her kneeling between his thighs. He probably had a big- “That your boyfriend.” He nodded forward the pervy looking guy dancing like a sick chicken. “No.” He liked the sound of her voice he decided.It was light and beautiful. He stepped into her space. And she got a whiff of his scent. Mint and chocolate….I could eat him whole. She thought to herself. He whispered his name against her ear .She shivered at the sensation of his five o ‘ clock grazing her skin. “Mike.” He boomed .And he stood there,watching her, waiting for her to test his name out . “Mike.”She whispered.Mike grunted.His name sounded like dirty porn coming out of her lips. He pressed into her .” What do you want Mike?” She held her breath waiting for his answer. “ I want to take home….to my bed.” her breath hitched as Mike pulled away.He pulled away, a mischievous glint to his eyes. “That's it.No ‘let me buy you a drink’, no ‘dance with me’?” Liza was starting to hate the way he was making her feel. A turned on easy lay. She didn't like the easy part mostly. He chuckled.” I wanna f**k you.There's nothing else to it.” Her stomach dipped…what an ass. She didn't like the way her made it sound like she'd get attached if he wasn't direct. He was starting to regret it. “ f**k! That came out wrong. Let's try again.Dance with me.” He sounded too cocky for her liking. “ Am not dancing with you,Rafael” Mike seemed like the kind of guy who hard his way with girls. Too easily… I bet they threw themselves at him.She thought. He smiled at her.Dimples popping out of his left cheek.He found her amusing. “Come on Vivian,let me buy you a drink at least.” He joked back.She laughed and he warm inside.This was fun for him. Liza shook her head.”Who are you?”She asked in bewilderment.Most guys would take offense and cuss at her for rejecting them.But this on made a joke out it. “The guy who want to until he has you in his bed tonight.And in case you couldn’t tell, I get off on rejection .It turns me on.” Mike told her unapologetically. He whispered.”Just like my confidence turns you on.” She flushed.”How can you be so sure about that,maybe I find it repulsive.” “You don’t.You wouldn’t keep clenching your tighs if you didn’t.”And just like that he had her..