Sebastian's Obsession

Chapter 8

Cana and I headed over to the nearest boutique to change our outfits. For the reason that I'm still wearing a business suit, which is unsuitable for the club considering that I don't go there for business meetings but to get wasted. It took us a few hours to decide what to wear. Finally, I chose a red fitted tie-backless silk dress that dropped mid-thigh, with a slit on the left side to accentuate my slim legs. While Cana is dressed in a matching short skirt and crop top. She had her hair in a high ponytail, while I did a messy braid.

"You look very seductive in that outfit, Miss Liondale," she complimented in awe after I completed my image with red lipstick. I squeezed my lips together and pouted a little. Perfect.

"Winter, Cana. Miss Liondale is too formal," I said, "and you seem like a high-maintenance lady in that attire, too. Also, the clothing suits you well."

Cana's face suddenly turned into a ripe potato as she laughed sheepishly at my remark.

"Thank you," she replied in a whisper. The girl who's shy with compliments.

"No biggie."

Apart from us... women, who else could boost each other's confidence? We are of the same species, thus it is anticipated that we bring the best out of each other rather than bringing each other down. It is us women who have to raise our fellow women up. I know for a fact that a small compliment may bring a person immense pride or even transform their mood. Women love being complimented. We love being acknowledged, even with little things.

The club's loud atmosphere meets us as soon as we walk in. The aroma of booze combined with cigars pervades the room even before we fully step inside. People are strewn over the dancefloor, dancing their lives out as if today were their last. To be honest, I was startled, as I never imagined a club looking like this. I even chose a high-end one in the hope that it would be more orderly and tranquil, but I was mistaken. I guess clubs are all the same...chaotic.

"Should we go to the VIP room now?" Cana whispered, poking my arms, waking me back to reality, as I just stood in the doorway frozen contemplating whether or not I should pursue my plan. I've never been this nervous before.

"Shall we?" she asked again.

I nodded hesitantly before taking a step forward, straight to the VIP room that I had scheduled ahead of time. Some of the men are staring at us as if we are prey. I tightly gripped Cana's arms, afraid that she'd lose me as we made our way straight to our room. For some reason, I look like a lost cat, ignorant of my surroundings.

"Chill, Winter. The more scared you look, the more hunters will aim at you as their subject. But don't worry, we're safe here," Cana patted my back as we entered the room. I only breathed normally after the VIP door was closed. Crowds never fail to make me feel suffocated. And it's annoying.

Cana instantly ordered a drink for us. As I don't want to go outside, she handles all of the work by going to the bar counter to take our orders. Perhaps after I'm drunk, bravery will embrace me, and I'll have the strength to go out, enjoy myself, and interact with people on the dancefloor. After all, my major reason for coming here was to have fun.

I sucked the lemon first, then drank the tequila. Alcohol tastes really horrible. My throat and stomach both felt inflamed a few minutes later.

"Should we dance, Winter?" Cana said after a few shots. I sipped another glass of tequila before declining her offer.

"You can go dance, Cana, and I'll follow."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

She studied my expression one last time before nodding and walking out, picking up a glass of vodka. I massaged my temples, closed my eyes, and listened to the upbeat music.

What will happen to my life after this?

My eyes feel heated, my stomach is grumbling, and my head hurts. I hope everything was just a dream and that when I wake up tomorrow, everything will be back to normal. I take another sip of tequila and down it in one shot. My gaze wanders around the lonely room before returning to the alcoholic beverages in front of me. The music switched to a hip-hop tune.

Shot

Shot

Shot

My system is already influenced by alcohol in some way. I've even forgotten how many glasses I've consumed. After a few moments, I decided to follow Cana. I brought her here to make it less lonely, and yet here I am, preventing myself from enjoying the moment.

I stormed out of the VIP room like a freaking zombie, my heart pounding and my mind spinning. My eyesight had become hazy. As if everyone had been duplicated. The combination of loud music and crowd noise aggravates my headache. I squint my eyes, scouring the crowd for Cana, but she's nowhere to be seen. The club was large, and I'm not sure where that woman is right now.

Instead of looking for her further, I decided to join the crowd and dance my heart out. I can feel someone touching my naked back all the way down to my ass, but I couldn't care less. It was as though someone had completely seized control of me. While someone grinds behind me, I move my body fluidly to the music. I just stop when I feel something poke my butt. s**t. The person behind me is aroused as hell.

I may be a virgin, but I'm not stupid when it comes to stuff like that. I admit that I have seen p**n once out of curiosity and that I am not completely clean. A firm hand suddenly caresses my tummy, drawing me closer to the person behind me, and something throbs. I held frozen at the contact. It was as though my entire consciousness had just returned to me.

I attempted everything I could to get free from someone's grip, and luckily I succeeded. I spun around in an instant, and despite my clouded vision, the man's face was as bright as daylight, and my hand fell directly on his cheeks.

I feel harassed.

I immediately ran away from the dance floor after smacking whoever that guy was and went directly to the restroom. It was as though I had awoken unexpectedly as a reaction to what had happened. My flesh trembled with rage and fear. I just want to have fun and dance.

There was a knock in the cubicle where I was and my body trembled even more at the thought. What if the man I slapped is the one knocking now? I kept my mouth shut, afraid to make any noise, while tears streamed down my cheeks one by one.

Cana, where are you?

"Winter?" someone spoke behind the door, knocking on it once again.

"It's me, Sebastian. Come out now...you're safe."

I shook my head even though he couldn't see me. A question went through my mind. Why is he here? Has he seen what happened? Silence fell and enveloped the place when I did not answer. Sebastian did not ask further. A few minutes later, I heard the sound of a stiletto reflecting on the tiled floor that seemed to be rushing to where I was.

"Winter, it's me Cana. Are you there?"

Only then did I breathe a sigh of relief when I heard Cana's voice. I got up from sitting in the closed bowl and slowly opened the door. Sebastian wasn't there anymore. Cana's worried face flashed at me. I immediately approached her and hugged her tightly. I'm scared.

Cana inquired, "What happened?"

"Sebastian was furious as he hit the man on the dancefloor; what did that man do to you? Sebastian even scolded me for leaving you," she added, rolling her eyes.

"Why is he angry? We're not even close, and I've already smacked the man, so why bother meddling in someone else's business?" I pondered.

Is Sebastian here to celebrate his legal success as well? While I am here to mourn the loss of my business. But what disturbed me was what Cana said about Sebastian being so angry. What is he angry for?

"The dancefloor is already in turmoil because of Sebastian. No one can stop him, everyone is scared because he owns this club."

My eyes widened at what Cana said. Sebastian is the owner of this club? I'm not sure if I'm simply too stupid to notice. Or, because I have no interest in that man's life.

I washed my face first to get rid of the drunkenness before Cana and I finally left the restroom. I clung to her arm as we both made our way back to the room where we had left our belongings.

"Are we going home now?" Cana asked after we both got our purses.

In answer to her query, I gave a faint nod. Because of what happened, I've lost my drive to dance, and even though I still want to dance, I'm frightened that what happened before may happen again.

"I'm not meddling, but you should talk to Sebastian; I think he'll sue the man."

My brow furrowed. Why will Sebastian file a lawsuit? I was the one who was harassed by the man, and I didn't want to aggravate the situation. And then it's also my fault. What can I anticipate in a bar? That everyone is good? That's very hypocritical then. We are at the point where I am harassed, but I am too lazy to file a case. Not because I didn't care, but because it was just a mistake and he didn't force me again. Maybe it was just because of the alcohol.

I was scared—yes.

I was harassed—yes.

But let it be, I'm not too weak. I can handle myself. What happened on the dancefloor will stay there. I'll just take today's events as a life lesson and try not to repeat them again in the future. I can forgive and give chances as long as it does not happen again. The world is already chaotic, living is hard, and dying is easy. And I don't want to become someone else's burden.

"I'll talk to him."