Stepbrother's Allure: At His Mercy

Drunk in lust

APRIL

I staggered into the noisy space, wiping the tears furiously from my face as I made for the bar, avoiding the drunk men who were trying to be a bit too touchy for my liking. My heart hurt, and so did my head. The loud country music coming from the speaker did nothing to ease my heart. It only added to the throbbing in my head.

“Tequila,” I said to the bartender when he came to my side. I hadn't even sat on the barstool before giving out my order.

“Rough night?” He observed, trying to start a conversation, but a glare from me was all it took for him to know I wasn't in the mood. “I will get your order,” he mumbled and disappeared to do as I asked, leaving me alone with my thoughts.

Out here, with the drunks and the loud music, I let my thoughts wander back to an hour ago before everything went crashing down, stealing my happiness from me.

I had the perfect boyfriend, or so I thought. He was the best among those I had dated, and I had decided to give my virginity to him tonight. I had everything ready. The atmosphere was okay. It was supposed to be a surprise. I had snuck into his room to prepare everything while lying to him that I would be away for a week.

I wanted it to be a surprise and was looking forward to his expression when he realised my plans, only for the joke to be on me. My boyfriend came back, just as planned, but he wasn't alone. He returned with his best friend. Though my plans didn't work, I had just taken a step out of my hiding place when they started kissing.

My boyfriend, who had never done more than give me a peck on my cheeks, always acting shy over it, was full-blown kissing another man and was enjoying it, moaning in pleasure as they rocked their bodies together. My heart broke into atomic pieces as I watched the scene unfold before me, wondering why I never saw the signs.

When I couldn't take it anymore, I showed myself to them, thinking my boyfriend would at least act guilty over it, but that was when I heard more, enough to trample on the pieces of my heart that were left over from his actions.

He confessed to using me to get the love of his life. Yeah, you f*****g read that right. He pretended to date me, to make his best friend realise he loved him, and it worked. They got together, and he was planning to break up with me before I found out.

I had run away from his house after giving him a loud smack on the face, channelling all my anger into the slap. He didn't retaliate. He took the slap with a look of pity on his face. He made me feel like trash, and that hurt more.

I f*****g hate men like him! Men who toy with other people's hearts just for their gain deserve to rot in hell.

“Thank you,” I said to the bartender when he returned with my order. I downed the entire content and asked for more. I didn't mind the burn in my throat, didn't wash it down with anything. I took it raw, and it caused tears to roll down my cheeks. At least now, I can freely cry without getting unwanted attention.

At my fourth glass, I was already feeling lightheaded. I paid my bills and turned, my eyes immediately going towards the right. It was then that I saw him, tucked away from the others and looking like he didn't belong there.

The dim light around him made him give out mysterious vibes, enough to get my attention.

I pushed away from the bar and headed towards him before my mind could register what my legs were doing. I staggered towards the mysterious man, feeling like my legs might give way under me if I didn't stop walking. Did I? Of course not. The man's eyes drew me in.

The nearer I got to him, shoving people out of my way, the more I felt deep within me that it wouldn't be bad to lose my virginity to him. It felt like an act of revenge, my way of getting back at my shitty ex for using me.

“Hello hands… tomm…” I slurred, not even making sense of my words.

The man looked up, instantly taking my breath away. If I thought he looked hot from afar, it was nothing compared to how handsome he was close by.

I reached out to touch him, drawn to the grey orbs, when he stopped me by placing a hand on my wrist. His eyes narrowed.

“What the f**k do you think you are doing?” He gritted out, annoyed. His words came out more like a growl, sending sweet tingling through my body.

I should have been scared, apologised and run as far away from him as I could, but I didn't.

“f**k me,” I whispered, peering straight into his eyes, my blue orbs holding his captive. “Take me home, handsome, and put those hands to good use,” I said, pointedly, staring at his hand.

“You are drunk,” he muttered, letting me go as he made to rise from the couch.

“No, I'm not.” I clung to him, acting too desperate. “I'm only drunk in lust, handsome.” I wrapped my hands around his waist and buried my face in his chest. “It's just for a night. f**k me, and help me get you out of my system.”

I sounded like a cheap slut, but the drink was helping me fight the embarrassment.

“Let me go!”

“No!” I held him tight as he tried to push me off him. “Just f**k me, and I will do that.”

He sighed loudly before whispering, “You don't even know me.”

“I know.” I looked up at him and grinned, “Which makes you perfect enough for a one-night stand.”