Dirty romance

Chapter 3

Daniel sitting opposite me while we're discussing a few topics that we've recently covered since the semester started for the last hour, I release a yawn feeling my eyes tear up. My sudden fatigue of the whole day of trying to keep myself concentrated on the tutor session. Even with Daniel's handsome face and deep low voice him being my tutor was the best decision I've made even though it's only our first session. My mind stayed clear of the mystery man and Daniel's professional attitude has helped me stay focused.

Daniel decides to end the session and we both stand up ready to leave.

“I'll email you for our next session. Is that okay with you?” speaking kindly. He probably wants to know if I would like to carry on sessions with him.

“Yes sure. I'd like that.” My voice sounding too eager for my liking. He nods his head and walks in the direction of the exit.

I manage to collect all my books and go back to my dorm room. While patiently walking down the noisy corridor, girls walking from the showers to their dorms and guys throwing shower gel and towels over our head at other guys I hear whispers coming from two girls behind me. I glance around and catch a glimpse of them. Both in really short shorts' exposing their skin, with strap tank tops and no bra underneath obviously trying to gain guys attention.

They look at me and the dark haired one leans in and whispers to the blonde short haired. I face forward and carry on walking to my room.

“Do you share a room with Eric Rivers?” I hear a voice. Turning around to observe who is being talked to. The dark haired girls’ eyes on me.

“Excuse me?” I ask.

“Good luck sister, you better be careful.” They giggle and walk off.

I brush off what she says too tired to even carry on thinking. All I care about is going to bed. I reach my door and turn the knob to see him lying on his bed shirtless, a book in his read with his eyes so glued to it that he doesn’t even notice me. Psychology He is obviously studying as he just started his semester a few days late. At this point I know that he doesn’t want to be spoken to because of his past behaviour of always ignoring me, so I decide not to greet him, dump my bag on my bed and have a shower then go to bed which is exactly what I did.

The next morning I woke up firstly noticing his bed is neatly made up and there's no sign of him in the room. I glance at my clock next to my bed it says 5:45. Where does he need to be so early. I grab my phone to check my schedule for today, that's the thing about me every little aspect of my life has to be planned and prepared weeks in advance. Right now I'm on top of my game with school and its Saturday so what to do today.

I need to do laundry and shop for some food for the week and video call my parents after I study to be ahead for the following week.

I hop out of bed to gather all my dirty clothes before going to the laundry. While shoving the clothes in my laundry bag until I hear a knock on my door. I sashay over to the door opening it to find my best friend in the whole world. Her smile bright as usual and her eyes glossy and wide open once she sees me.

“Aaaah!!” she does her girl scream whenever she sees me to make sure I know that she's happy to see me. She leans in to hug me while still screaming like a little girl.

Mandi's gregarious personality is what always drew me to her. I've known her since first grade to always be the chatty type.

“Mandi, what are you doing here?” I ask.

She moves into the room while I shut the door. Turning to face her I already see her comfortable on my bed. She hasn't changed one bit.

“I thought I'd surprise you by coming to visit for a weekend.” She says nonchalantly while scanning the room.

“Oh. I'm glad you came but how did you know my dorm number?” My curiosity getting the better of me.

“Your mom.” My parents have always love Mandi probably because our parents are business partners and with my Mom being materialistic and all, I couldn't have chosen a better best friend in her eyes.

“Well great! You can help me with my laundry today then.” I say.

“Only if you promise we'll go out tonight. No studying this weekend!”

She knows that I'm a study freak and I have to be ahead of everything. I give her a glance while closing my eyes slightly indicating that studying all weekend was my exact plan.

“Fine, we can go out tonight.”

After dropping my clothes at the Laundromat, showing Mandi around the campus and catching up all day long, it starts to get dark and we decide to go to a club. We find a local club not far from campus called Outlaws. Standing in the line to enter I make sure my outfit is neatly fitted on my body. Straightening my camel tight crop top and wiping the fluff off my black skin tight jeans paired with my black Louis Vuitton courts a birthday present from my Mom, which seems to be the only present ideas she could ever come up with. For her effort in birthday presents are telling her assistant to order them online. Feeling confident we reach pass the suspicious looking bouncer and head inside.

The smell of cigarettes and alcohol fill my nose when entering the dark room flashing with lights every time I blink my eyes. The music is so loud I struggle to hear Mandi suggesting to take some shots, luckily my mouth reading skills always come in handy.

We make our way to the busy bar and she orders four shots of tequila. The bartenders so busy they can barely scan the crowd. I scan the disk jockey in the far right playing house music. Even though I felt confident before entering the club now I'm just feeling overwhelmed in this crowded area. I've never gotten used to going out to clubs and dances, back in high school I've always been reluctant to go to any of the parties thrown by my peers and always having Mandi try to persuade me in to going didn't ever help my anxiety in these situations. I've made an exception tonight because I don't know when I'll ever see my best friend again.

I grab my shot and throw it down my throat feeling an instant burning sensation as the liquid falls down. I place the tiny glass back on the bar table immediately seeing the second one. Mandi seems to have downed both her shot before I even finished my first.

“Oh come on Em… You can do this!” she screams trying to project her voice over the music.

I close my eyes tightly after bringing the glass to my lips and throwing back the next shot. Feeling the same sensation as earlier doesn't quite help for the second time. I place the glass down feeling a hand pull me by my arm.

“Come on lets go dance.” Mandi pulls me on to the dance floor crowded with other people. I feel a slight dizziness run up to my head knowing the alcohol is starting to kick in.

Looking around I feel my eyes moving much slower than usual. s**t I’m feeling drunk.

“Mandi, let's go sit down. I've had enough dancing for now.” I tell her.

We start heading to one of the tables in the back of the club. “Are you feeling okay Em?” she asks concerned.

“Yeah, my legs are just a bit tired and I need the bathroom. Could you maybe get me a glass of water from the bar while I head to the ladies?” I feel my head spinning faster than usual.

“Sure darl. I'll meet you back here.” She says winking at me.

I stand up trying to balance on my heels. This is why I shouldn't get drunk. I enjoy feeling in control of my own body. I walk over looking for a bathroom, I manage to find one but it seems to be unisex. Well clearly this club encourages their customers to get laid right here, although that's a good marketing strategy. I can't help to think that if my Mother owned a club this would be her first idea for marketing.

I stand behind a few people waiting in a line when one guy walks up to take the place behind me.

“Hey gorgeous.” He places his hand on the side of my waist making me lose my balance a little. I react to his overly personal gesture turning around ready to give him a piece of my mind, the alcohol clearly boosting my confidence.

Instead as I turn around I lose my balance on my high heels completely falling forward into his chest and he mistakes me falling for me leaning in to a kiss.

I feel his wet lips on my mouth and his tongue trying to look for an entrance which I refuse to give. The smell of whiskey on his breath makes my stomach turn and my head starts spinning even more. I lift my arms much slower than I intend to and place it on his hard chest pushing him away telling him that I don't want this kiss. The more I push the more I realize there's no strength coming from my arms and my legs are flimsy and tired.

He pulls me in closer by my waist and tries to deepen the kiss. Still trying to push him away but he wouldn't budge the first thing to come to mind is to scream and hopefully one of these drunk idiots around me will notice me pushing this strong guy away. I let out a noise which I can hear in my throat. f**k can anyone save me from this jerk.

Seconds later he gets pulled away from me and I try to balance myself against the wall. Once I find my balance I look around to see where he went and I notice him lying on the floor with someone on top of him bashing him in the jaw until his mouth started bleeding. The person hitting him probably saw me trying to get away.

I intentionally look to see who saved me from this dirt bag who forced himself on me. The guy on top of him gets up from his victim obviously pleased with his work lying on the floor. The broad hero walks in to my direction fast and helps me stand by placing my hands in his soft big hands. I look down to see his sleeves rolled up showing his big rough forearms he turns his hands exposing is wrist to see a pretty dainty red rose tattoo on the inside. I still haven't looked to see who my hero is or who this tattoo belongs to.

Moving my eyes up slowing realizing that this person seems so familiar to me, just to see my roommate's eyes looking at mine with concern and anger behind it.

Mr hottie stares at me making sure that I'm okay but for some reason he doesn't need to use his words. I manage to see everything he wants to say in his eyes.

“Emily, are you okay?” His rough deep voice makes my eyes close with calmness. I feel my head leaning forward against his chest giving him a hug probably thanking him for saving me. Feeling his warm hard chest underneath my cheek and I feel myself passing out in his arms.