Diamond in the Rough

Faithful Encounter

The man chuckled, the sound causing her stomach to stir involuntarily in excitement, her eyes fixed into menacing slits as she gazed at the man that stood before her. With her head held high, she abruptly turned and made her exit, refuting any shame of her previous deeds.

With hastening steps, she made one final attempt to contact Christopher as she made her way back to the bar, the call was once again unanswered. She approached the bar and made up her mind that by hook or by crook she was going to get some sort of action before she left. As she ordered tequila shots, she texted Brittle that she’d leave in a few minutes and made her way to the dancefloor, dancing the buzz away.

“Hey there” a sultry voice whispered behind her.

“And how can I help you?” she questioned innocently.

“Mind if I steal a dance?” he smirked.

As they danced, she ignored the wandering hands that coiled around her midsection. Her waistline moved in tune with the music as the buzz from the liquor lightened her mind. The man’s hands made a second attempt to explore her body, more persistently this time.

With irritation coursing through her veins, she turned around, forcing a smile on her lips as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

“How about you keep your hands to yourself?” she mewled in her ear as her nails scratched his nape.

“How can I, when you look so delectable”, he stated as his hands gripped her waist.

Her blood crawled as he furthered his attempts to subdue her, the prolonged time spent with him caused her mind to grow more frustrated each minute passed. Though the man before her was good looking and had a lean physical structure, the atmosphere around the man creeped her out.

It had been a while since she’d grown accustomed to her dis-interest in men and the few she showed interest in never seemed to be able to sate her desires, including Christopher, though that was the case, she was at a point in her life she’d rather settle for mediocre s*x than entangling herself with multiple men.

“How about you buy me a drink” she insisted as she made her way back to the bar.

As she situated herself by the bar, the vibration of her phone caught her attention, reliving the built-up angst when she saw it was a message from Brittle.

“Our drinks are here” he smirked mischievously.

She plastered a smile on her face as she accepted the glass, coyly playing with its rim as she dragged the nails of her free hand down his nape and pulling him closer, a glimpse of lust glazed his pupils as he allowed himself to be drawn in the intoxicating woman, lips mere breaths apart.

“How about you tell me what you really want?” she whispered in his ear as her free hand switched the drinks.

“At this point, I only want you” he said breathlessly, a smile adorning his face as he watched her take a sip as she released him.

“Care to give me your name before we act on our desires?” he questioned, hands, grabbing her thighs.

“Hilary” she slurred, shaking her head.

“The name is Kai, sweetheart” he licked his lips.

His hand slowly made its way higher up her thigh as his smile grew more sinister each second.

“As exciting as you make me, I have to cut things short, my friend’s waving me so we can leave” Moralys stated, jumping to her feet with a slight wobble as she landed.

With visible stumbles and a lot of pushing from random strangers in her way, Moralys finally made her exit from the over-packed club. Her alcohol-heated body shivered as it met the night’s cold air, she started her journey down the horribly lit street, heels clacking against the concrete sidewalk with every step as she rubbed her arms vigorously in a poor attempt to warm herself.

A few minutes after her walk, she began to hear the slow steps following behind her, assuming the possibility of stranger being Kai, she made a swift turn in the nearest alleyway and, as expected, the uninvited guest followed behind her.

When she switched their drinks, she’d hope he would be knocked out by the time she left the club.

“Damn addicts” she sneered mentally, cursing the man who seemed to have a higher tolerance for such.

“Persistent son of a b***h” she scorned to herself as she saw his figure turn the corner as he continued to follow behind her.

“We meet again” he slurred.

With the alcohol clouding her mind and irritation pumping through veins, she spun around to face him, a tsk leaving her lips. His slumped over composure against the wall, repulsed her as she saw how his breathing was heavy and sweat poured from his forehead like a dog in heat.

“What did he try to give me”? She sneered to herself as she analyzed his state.

Bit by bit, he maneuvered his way to her, using the wall as a crutch.

“Caught you” he breathed out, as if he had run a marathon.

His hooded gaze travelled over her body and landed on her exposed chest as a lopsided smile adorned his face. He pushed towards her, hands grabbing onto her waist to steady himself.

The man stumbled to the ground when she pushed him from her.

“That was for trying to drug me you piece of s**t!” she shouted, sending a kick to his groin.

“And this- “she laughed as she kicked him in his back as he toppled to his side “-you creepy bastard, this is because I won’t be getting any d**k tonight!” she shouted in frustration.

Standing upright, she inspected the damage she caused the man beneath her, pride fluttered in her core as a devious smile graced her lips, a dark void glazing over her eyes as she fell into a trance-like state, a soft humming leaving her lips.

Just before she could fall completely into the endless void, a deep chuckle came from the corner of the alleyway. A second later, a man appeared .

“Well… seems like you did the hard work for me” he stated flatly as he glimpsed at the unmoving man.

From behind him followed two men, cladded in full black suits that fitted their bodies like a glove. The men made their way over to the unconscious Kai and checked his pulse.

“He’s alive” one stated, removing the finger from below his nose and proceeding to lift him with the help of the other.

“You unknowingly did me a favor” he spoke once more, drawing her attention away from the men dragging her stalker away. Her eyes met his blazing glare, a shiver running down her spine.

“I’ll repay you later- ” he leaned in her ear, hand resting against the wall, inches from her face.

“- because I don’t like to owe anyone” he clipped each word as though the idea repulsed him, his breath fanning against her ear.

She squirmed under the pressure he extruded, she could feel that the man before her was dangerous, the air chilling around him. She clenched her thighs and bit her lip harshly to halt her involuntary squirming. Her mind flooded with inappropriate flashes and risqué scenes as her hazed, alcohol-induced mind amplified her desires, fighting against her sanity.

The man before her screamed brutality, and she begged her feet to run away as she tried to clear the fog of lust that cluttered her mind.

Her movement did not go unnoticed by the stranger.

“It’s nice to see you again in such a pleasing environment” he said.

His words caused her to face him, understanding now what he meant.

“The bathroom” she exclaimed.

She observed how his eyes roamed her exposed legs, slowly moving his gaze until he met her eyes, causing the hairs on her arms to stand and her mouth opened slightly.

He knew.

They both knew that she wanted to mount him and the glimmer of amusement she saw in his eyes, caused her cheeks to tint red.

“Do I make you nervous?” he questioned, taking a few steps back as he lit his cigarette.

“What woman wouldn’t be nervous if she was approached in the alleyway by a man dressed in all black, after dragging another man God knows where?” she scoffed, glaring at him.

She bit her lip once more in contemplation, the liquor was rushing to her head and each minute that went by only caused it to intensify. However, that was not her concern as she felt her slowly begin shutting down while a light hum played on her lips.

She fought to keep her focus, staring at the man once more before the words left her lips.

“You said you owed me” she slurred.

“You’re bold… or maybe you’re just stupid” he stated, gripping her arm harshly, dragging her towards a black Maybach.

She blinked and was brought out of her trance, watching as the man led her without care and threw her into the backseat of his car. As he too entered, she hastily kicked her feet in hopes of at least landing one good hit on the man that tossed her like a rag doll. To her dismay, he grabbed her ankles and pulled her towards him until her face was near his’.

“I don’t hit women, but my bullets do, don’t test me” he gritted out before letting her go.

Upon hearing his words, she froze.

“What the hell did I get myself into?” she mentally asked herself.