002| SLEEP WITH ME
1052 Words
~EVELYN STERLING~
My stomach tightened. I caught sight of the bar and hurried to it.
“Something strong please,” I shouted over the music, my voice sounding so foreign to my ears.
The bartender was quick, and I quickly drowned the shot, and kept ordering until I could feel my head spinning.
I could still feel someone’s eyes on me. I turned back to the entrance where I saw the man earlier, but he was no longer there.
I shook my head. Maybe I was imagining it, right?
But there was something familiar about that man, like I knew him from somewhere, yet didn’t know him at all.
I drowned another shot, feeling sparks of excitement rush through my veins.
Exactly what I needed.
I pushed myself out of the bar, my steps wobbled, but I steadied myself, giggles rushing through my lips before I could stop it.
Gosh, seems I’m really tipsy.
I found my way to the dance floor and blended in with the dancers, their excitement merging into me.
I began dancing and jumping to the music.
Just for tonight. I can be someone different, I can forget everything… just for one night.
But once more, the image of my husband moving in and out of her rushed through my mind.
I bit down hard on my lip. Maybe I wasn’t dancing well enough… maybe I still needed something stronger.
Just then, I felt someone’s arm circle my waist.
At first, it reminded me of the man from earlier, but the scent of cheap alcohol and something greasy was enough to make me pull away from him.
I turned sharply, only to find a strange man, grinning and eying me with lust-filled eyes.
My blood ran cold.
His shirt was half unbuttoned, and his eyes dragged over me in a way that made my skin crawl.
A lazy smirk curved his lips as he stepped closer, too close.
“You look like you need company,” he said, his voice rough and thick.
I tried to move away, feeling repulsed. But he grabbed my arm immediately.
“Not too fast, sweet pea… let’s have fun tonight.”
I looked around, hoping someone noticed. But everyone looked either too drunk to care, or was lost in their own world.
“Get your hands off me.” I told him firmly, but his smirked broadened, like he wasn’t about to take no for an answer.
He pulled me toward him, I dug my feet into the ground to stop him.
But he was too strong for me. He easily pulled me against his chest, his hands circling my waist, pressing me to him until I could feel his sickening bulge.
I flattened my palms against his chest, desperately trying to create a huge distance between us.
“Relax, Sweet pea. This is going to be fun.” He said, and to my shock, he squeezed my ass.
I gritted my teeth, and then stepped hardly on his foot.
He groaned in pain, his hand loosening a little.
But before I could escape, he grabbed me again.
“Bad girl,” he whispered, his tone dripping of anger and still a hint of lust. “I will make sure you pay for that.”
He began dragging me through the crowd, despite my attempts to stop him.
For a moment, all my life choices flashed before my eyes.
Was I going to be harassed by a foul-smelling, disgusting man?
“The lady said no,” someone called out not far from me.
Suddenly, I was free of his hold.
I looked up in time to see two men in suit pushing the man away from me… now, he looked scared.
Two other men came to stand with me, reminding me so much of the man from earlier.
“Ma’am, our boss would like a word, privately.” One of them said.
I felt all the hair on my body rise in alert. I hesitated for a moment.
But before I could get the chance to say no, they began directing me to follow them. Strangely still, I found myself following them.
We went into a private elevator, and for some strange reason, I didn’t feel panicked.
The elevator went up to the top floor, and then stopped in what seemed like a private lounge.
I swallowed hard when they directed at me to enter before them.
Slowly, I made my way into the neon lit lounge room, my eyes fixed on the figure seated not too far away.
It was clearly the man from earlier. He was seated in a lounge wear, the sleeves of his black shirt folded up to the elbow, the top part of his shirt left unbuttoned, and a lit cigar between his lips.
He drew out smoke as I approached, his eyes fixed on me.
For a second, I caught his eyes move up and down my body, and for some strange reason, that sent a wave of excitement through me.
“You don’t belong here,” he said as I got nearer, while he casually dumped his cigar into the ash tray, his movement controlled.
I took a step closer, my veins burning as the alcohol took over.
For a moment, he paused, his eyes meeting mine. He didn’t look shocked, instead he kept watching me with those piercing eyes.
I wanted to bolt for the door, to escape from his piercing gaze, but for some reason my legs refused to move. I stood there watching him for a while, as though brazing myself for the unknown.
Even though I couldn't get a clear look of his face or his eyes, it was clear he had striking features. His broad shoulders were relaxed on the couch like he owned the place, and that only made him even more hot.
I swallowed hard.
It's now or never.
There was no one better for this revenge plan... but would this work on him?
I came to the couch he was sitting on, and gently placed a knee on it, way too close to him.
He didn’t react, but he raised a brow.
“I see how you look at me…like you want me…” I whispered gently, “tell me, do you want to f**k me?”
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