Forbidden Desires: A DARK ROMANCE NOVEL

Chapter 2

She walks in, takes off her pair of heels aggressively before plopping down hard on the couch with a deep sigh.

"I need a drink." She murmurs and then groans. "But I feel too lazy to get it."

"So, how did the date go? Did he propose like I thought?" Her apartment mate and closest friend, Leah, asks as she walks out from the kitchen.

She snorts and rolls her eyes. "Propose my a$$, I knew it was too good to be true when he asked me on a date at ten am in the fücking morning. I never would have even bothered to dress up for it if I had known it was going to end up shitty. What a waste of outfit."

"So.... it went bad?" Leah frowns in confusion. She just stares at her without a word and without blinking for some seconds before finally replying.

"He broke up with me." She says like she didn't just drop the most shocking news ever... At least to Leah.

"Wait... What?!" Leah's eyes widen in shock. "He broke up with you?! For real?!"

"Please don't make me repeat myself." She groans.

"I can't believe this! But you were such a perfect couple, the envy of basically anyone who saw you two together."

"Well, this is solid proof that nothing good lasts forever." She scoffs and averts her gaze. Leah sighs and goes to sit by her side.

"What happened? What were his reasons?" Leah asks as she places her hand on her friend's.

"Apparently, he only just realized that I'm a red head with crazily curly hair with an extremely poor sight. He realized that after three fücking years and six months of being together, I wasn't the ideal girl for him. I'm not graceful, not elegant, I'm clumsy as hell and break every freaking thing in my path all in the name of trying to walk. Oh and maybe the fact that I'll be joining the army in two days scared the s**t out of him or something."

Leah blinks multiple times trying to take in everything she said. Before she gets the chance to say a word, she continues. "I mean, it's not my fault I was born a red head, I didn't choose to be this way. If he expected me to dye my hair, then he was goddamn stupid because even though I get a lot of weird looks for being a red head, I still love my hair. I love how it gives off an orange hue whenever I'm in the direction of the sun, I love how full and curly it is. It's giving Brave vibes and I love it. And being clumsy isn't a bad thing either. Not everyone can be like those women in the magazines or who walk the runway with their long and straight black or blonde hair, their glowing skin and beautiful straight legs and walk like goddesses. Not everyone can be a freaking model, this is me, take it or leave it. My parents love me the way I am so why should I bother about what anyone thinks of me."

"I love you the way you are also. You are gorgeous Ziana, perfect just the way you are. Others might not see it but I do and everyone who has gotten the chance to really get to know you do so yeah, don't give much thought to what that motherfucker thinks of you." Leah adds and pulls Ziana in for a hug.

"Thanks Leah." She murmurs and then sighs sadly. "But I really did love him, you know? And I still do. He was... My everything. I had even planned our wedding and all, the number of kids we'll have, the kind of house we'll live in and all that nonsense. I really thought and hoped that this one was gonna last but." She takes a deep breath, trying to keep her tears at bay. "But once again I was proven that the universe really hates me and I'm made to question my life choices once again. Am I really that bad at picking the right guy? Do I really have terrible tastes in men?"

"No, men are just naturally scum."

"Says the girl who's engaged to be married in six months."

"This isn't about me, it's about you. Listen, you might think you have terrible tastes in men... "

"Which I apparently do." Ziana chirps in and Leah sighs and shakes her head before going on.

"But you don't. The men don't just see that you're actually an Angel, with a good heart."

Ziana stares at Leah and then starts to laugh. "I am definitely not an Angel, I'm a walking havoc. I break everything I touch and by the way, I broke a vase this morning and a glass cup."

"And that's what I love about you."

"The fact that I keep piling up our expenses?" Ziana raises her brows and Leah sighs.

"No, it's the fact that..... You know what, instead of mewling over something you have no control over, how about we go have some fun? Get your mind over him, he's in the past, he's no longer relevant and now that you're not longer being held down by that psycho, you can do whatever you damn well want."

"He was a bit controlling when I think about it. Okay, you're right, let's go have fun. Just to be on the safe side though, what kind of fun are you talking about?"

"The deadly kind. Do you remember that club that opened downtown recently?"

"Yeah? What about it?"

"That's where we're going to have our fun and who knows, you might just meet someone who's ready to fúck the memory of Silas from your head." Leah shrugs and Ziana's mouth pops open in shock as she stares at her friend like she just grew another head.

"Where's Leah and what have you done with her?"

"Oh c'mon, really?" Leah rolls her eyes.

"What? It's unlike you. Also, you know that new club doesn't open till nine pm, what are we going to do until then?"

"Well, first off, we can go to the shooting range and pretend the dummy is Silas, go shopping and get you a bad a$$ dress that will leave the men at the club speechless with drools all over their mouths and then we can go get a mouth watering lunch because all these talks has made me so hungry."

"Sounds like a plan. Give me some minutes to get out of this s**t of a dress and we can leave." Leah nods and Ziana goes to her room to get changed.

XXXXX

When Mickey walks out of the airport, waiting for him is a tall and lanky man dressed in a black suit with dark shades on with his back leaning against a black Toyota Venza with tinted windows. Mickey recognizes him and walks up to him.

"Never thought I'll see you again." The man says as he gives Mickey a good look over, silently assessing him. "You haven't changed a bit since I last saw you, you still look like an asshole and smell like one."

Mickey snorts and takes out his palm, signalling for him to drop the car key on it. The man groans and does just that. "Good to see you too, Peter."

"I told you never to call me that, you know how much I hate that name."

"I do but... I just don't care." Mickey winks at him before walking around to the boot of the car and dropping his luggage in it. He gets into the car and starts it. Through the side mirror, he sees Peter flip him off. He chuckles in response and drives off, heading to the apartment he had prepared for himself ahead of his arrival.

After driving for hours, he finally arrives at a beautiful five star hotel. He had booked their best suite on the topmost floor and he'll be living there for a very long time, not minding the expenses. After all, he can afford it. He gives his key to the valet when he steps out and heads to the entrance of the hotel with his luggage behind him.

"Good day, how can I be of service to you?" The receptionist asks in boredom without bothering to even look up to see who the customer is.

"I booked a suite on the topmost floor in this hotel under the name Mickey."

At the sound of his voice, the receptionist looks and then turns red. Mickey arches a brow at the sudden change in attitude but doesn't voice his thought. He's not used to getting attention like this from women. He was always around Brian and Brian always ended up getting the attention as all the ladies gathered around, fawning over him while he just stood by the side and watched in silence. Unfortunately for them, though, Brian didn't give a s**t about them so they were practically wasting their time and energy. Sometimes he felt sorry for them and most times he didn't, after all, they had it coming.

"Here's your card, sir and have a lovely stay. If there's anything you need you can just give us a call on the telephone. You also have full access to the secret entrance, you can drive in and out without having to walk through this door. There's an elevator in the suite that leads straight down to the secret entrance" The receptionist explains as she hands him a black card

"Thank you." He nods.

"You can leave your bags here, someone will bring it up for you."

"No, it's fine but thanks for the offer." He picks up the black card and heads to the elevator leading up.

"A sexy man with manners, my kind of guy." He hears her say and he smiles. He's going to have to get used to not being Brian's shadow anymore; it's just him now.

Once he gets into his suite, he heads straight to his room not bothering to look around. He drops his bags in the walk in closet; he'll sort everything out later then goes into the bathroom to take a cold shower. It's just some few minutes past twelve which means he still has enough time to do a little bit of sightseeing before going to check out the new club that a lot of people have been talking about online. He took it upon himself to check out cool places he could visit in Seattle before he decided to move. The Lotus club stood out with a review of four point eight. He decided he'll go there to relax and and relieve himself from the stress of the flight. Sighing, he takes off his clothes and turns on the shower. He lets out a satisfied sigh when he feels the cold water on his sore back and butt. Sitting for hours is no fun. He looks down at his dîck that seems so sad. Its been a while he fúcked someone's daughter real good and by while, he means three fücking years. Who knows, though, he just might find someone willing to fúck him at the club and if he doesn't, he'll just ask the receptionist.

XXXXX

"So, how do I look?" Ziana asks as she twirls around for Leah to see.

"You look really great and hot." Ziana is dressed in a short body con dress that has a small slit by the side. The neck is low, revealing her cleavage and some part of her bóóbs. The right hand has a long net sleeve while the other hand has no sleeve. On her feet are black strap on heels and around her neck is a silver choker and dangling from her ears are two big silver hoop earrings. She has a mild makeup on her face and a red lipstick; drawn in a way that makes her thin lips look full. "The men are gonna freak."

"I'm not dressed for their approval, I'm dressed for me."

"Yeah, Yeah."

"I wish you were going with me, I don't like the fact that you're not."

"Me too Ziana. I'm so sorry to disappoint you."

Ziana sighs. "No, it's fine. I'll be fine, just... Take care of yourself and send my regards to Jake."

"He'll hear. I called a cab for you. It should be here any moment now." There's a loud honk outside and Leah nods. "I'm guessing that's him."

"Bye Leah." Ziana says and pulls her friend in for a hug.

"Bye Ziana. Now go."

Ziana walks out of the apartment and gets into the cab. She waves one last time and Leah watches the cab until it fades into the distance.

At the Lotus club, the whole place is bustling with activity; some are dancing to the songs being played, some are playing games, some drinking and others are trying to cop a feel or two. Ziana looks around feeling self conscious, she has never been to a club without Leah, today happens to be the first. Ever since Leah got into a serious relationship with Jake, she has become more responsible; she doesn't drink or party like she used to which is sad and now she's all alone at a club she's never even been to.

She takes a deep breath, counts from one to three before walking over to the bar. She takes a seat on the stool and signals at the bartender. Seated beside her is a man dressed in all black with his face hidden underneath a cap.

"First time?" She asks, wanting to strike up a conversation with this stranger that has some mysterious persona about him.

He looks around, wondering who she's talking to and when he sees they're the only ones at the bar, he turns to stare at her and c***s his head to he side, silently taking her in.

"Yes. You?"

"Same. It feels kind of weird. It's like everyone knows one another, except us."

"Hmm, I guess so." He murmurs and takes a sip of his drink. Ziana watches him quietly; he looks dangerous but she doesn't feel scared or wary instead she feels curious.

"Are you hiding from someone?"

The man frowns. "What makes you think I am?"

"The way you're dressed, like you're trying to stay hidden, you don't want to be noticed or seen, you want to blend in with the darkness and there's this dangerous auro you're giving off like you're some kind of criminal or something."

The man chuckles as he takes another sip of his drink. "You're quite observant but no, I'm not hiding from anyone."

"Then take off your cap, prove you're not hiding."

Mickey looks taken aback by the demand, it was definitely not a request but a demand. No woman has ever spoken to him in that manner except his Mom and maybe Andrea but other than those two, no one. This woman really has some gut demanding such a thing from him.

"No." Mickey replies and goes back to sipping his drink.

"Then that makes you a liar, mister."

"You're free to think of me however you like, it affects me in no way."

At that moment, the bartender walks over to Ziana.

"What can I get you miss?"

"Two bottles of vodka and a bottle of beer. Thank you."

The bartender looks at her in surprise but doesn't say a word instead he nods and leaves. Minutes later, he returns with her order. She thanks him again and goes on to down the first bottle of vodka before moving on two the second.

"Are you perhaps trying to get drunk?" Mickey couldn't help but ask as he arches his brow from underneath his cap.

"Maybe." Ziana murmurs, still on the second bottle of vodka. She subtly looks at Mickey, deep in thought. She's always been with good, prim and proper guys but she has never been with a bad boy before, a dangerous man. Maybe it's high time she changed her taste, maybe good guys are just not for her. It wouldn't hurt to try out a bad boy, would it?

She downs the second bottle and moves on to the beer. For what she plans to do, she needs to be completely drunk so she won't remember it.

After drinking a considerable amount of the beer, she lets out a loud burp. "Are you gonna finish that?" She nods at Mickey's still full glass.

"Maybe, maybe not."

"My boyfriend broke up with me today." She blurts out and Mickey sighs, not because of what she said but because of what he's in for. "He said I wasn't good enough for him and a lot more hurtful things that I rather not say. I thought we were going to last forever but I was wrong. Time and Time again I've been proven wrong and I'm sick of it. I want to be right for once, you know? It's frustrating." She sighs and then hiccups.

"I think you need water."

"I don't want water what I want is for you to fúck me, to fúck me until I can't remember my ex's name anymore, fúck me until the only thing stuck in my head is you slamming into me. That's what I want."

Mickey's mouth pops open in shock. Who the heck is this woman? He decides to play along, who knows, she might just end up giving up.

"Are you sure about that?"

"I've never been more sure of anything in my life."

"It's probably just the alcohol messing with your head."

"No, it's not. I'm well aware of what I just said."

"I don't have any protection on me."

"It's fine, I'm on birth control and you and I both know that you're not stupid enough to contract an STD so I should be fine."

Oh, she's good. Mickey doesn't say a word for a few minutes and Ziana starts to get restless and impatient.

"I'll break you and I will not be gentle because I love it rough." He finally responds.

"I don't care, I'll survive." She sits straight and raises her chin just to prove her point.

"You're really sure about this? Because there's no going back from this."

"I am. Fúck me like it's the last time you'll ever fúck anyone, Mr. Mysterious." She says boldly. "Please." She adds quietly.

Mickey goes silent again and Ziana watches him, impatiently waiting for his response. Will he give in to her request or will he turn her down?