Secret Affair With My Fiancé's Brother

Getting Over It All

SYLVIA

The loud music inside the clubhouse was alarming, it reminded me of my encounter at Carloss apartment. The sight of people dancing, strippers doing their jobs and couples making out was so irritating..

I couldn't get my head off the picture of Carlos f*****g a slut on the same bed I've slept on with him by my side. Why would he do this to me? I asked myself continuously, failing to understand where I went wrong. I know I've deprived him of s*x, I thought he understood me…

I was so disappointed and heartbroken by his actions.. I turned facing the attendant.. “one more shot, please” I said, feeling my voice fading away.. I was dead drunk but I didn't want this mood of mine to stop.

I hope that I'll forget about him after this night… my drink was offered to me and I drank it in one gulp.. I coughed out immediately. I wasn't able to handle my alcohol. Truth is, I don't drink and I'm just forcing myself to do it.. Carlos is a big jerk for doing this to me.

“Another shot please” I said and it was offered to me. I stretched out my hand to receive it when another hand grabbed it from the attendant.. I turned to look at the man who took my drink. A handsome man, thin lips, sharp jawline, thick eyebrows with a cold demeanor.. Not A description for an ideal gentleman.

From his outfit, dark trousers, a polo shirt and a dark leather jacket on top. He was more like a bad boy…

“What do you want? Can I have my drink back please?” I asked him, and he shook his head immediately.

“You've had more than three shots already,” he complained.

“Excuse me but I know how to handle my alcohol” I said..

“But it doesn't seem like it. Take this back, please” he returned my tequila shot back to the attendant.

“How dare you? Give me back my drink?” I yelled at him.

“Nice to meet you too, cherry. You're welcome” he responded awkwardly to my request.

My head was spinning and I felt a little dizzy from all the alcohol I've taken. Maybe he was right after all, I shouldn't be drinking this much cause it was bad for me. However, I wasn't going to give in to him that easily..

“You'll pay for this!” I declared.. I reached out for my purse at the top of the counter and I picked up the bills, handing it to the waiter before I left.

I couldn't stand this annoying man anymore…

I left the clubhouse with my legs wobbly, my head spinning and I staggered into the cold, dark and empty streets. Has it always been this quiet at night? I asked myself, feeling a little scared as chills ran down my spine.

I never step outside at night, father has always kept me restricted… I walked further, hoping for a taxi to pass by so I could get home on time.. it was already so late and I could barely see anything..

My visions were blurry, but I could perfectly hear the footsteps coming from behind me. I stopped walking and I gazed back. I couldn't see their faces properly but I noticed three men who were standing a few meters behind.

“Go away!” I yelled out and I continued walking.. I didn't even know where I was heading and there was no taxi coming out this time. When I reached the end of the road, it was a total deadend, no way to pass through except I head back and take another route.

But the footsteps were not stopping. I turned, seeing the men from earlier still standing behind me. “You little b***h…” one of these men grabbed and pulled my hand while the other seized my handbag. “Let go of me!” I yelled out and struggled from his iron grip.

“Let me go,” I continued. He slapped me on the face and pushed me to the cold wet ground.. “ahhh” I hurt my knee from the push and I couldn't stand. The man leaned closer to me, sniffing my hair and giving me a kiss on my neck. “You smell nice. Why don't I have a taste of you?” he asked me..

I trembled fearfully and I pushed him. “Let go of me. Stay away from me..”

“No, baby.. don't be so bitter. Let us have you” he stated, and he attempted to kiss me. I screamed out loudly…

“She asked you to stay away” a familiar broad voice spoke from a distance, distracting the man who tried to kiss me.

“What is it to you? Stay off our business!” The cruel man stated. He then ripped off the arm of my dress and pushed me to the ground again as I tried to stand up.

All of a sudden, a loud gunshot was heard and he stopped. “Let's get out of here” he yelled out to his colleagues… They all ran off in fear of getting shot. I could only hide in the corner, hugging my knees while I trembled..

The man with the familiar voice came close to me. I looked up and saw his face clearly. It was almost as if the alcohol I took was wearing off, or maybe he looked too handsome and my blurry vision was prone to his looks.

“I… I… “ I stuttered. He was the same man in the club who snatched my drink. I didn't even know what to say to him.

“Are you alright?” He asked me and I nodded immediately… “Let's get you out of here,” he said. He wrapped his coat around my arms, and I gazed at his exposed arm tattoo… my feet were swept off the ground as he carried me in his arms leaving the deserted place.