Chapter 2: Her Boyfriend
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Her Boyfriend
They both turned to the owner of the voice, who interrupted them.
Evie almost swallowed her tongue when she saw the face of a seductive man. He was at least six feet tall. His blonde hair is neatly pushed back, and he's wearing a suit that she knows the price of is twice or maybe even a year's worth of her salary. His cold demeanor made him more interesting in her eyes.
The ugly drunk man holding her let her go and sneered at the newcomer. "And who are you to intervene?"
"Because I'm her boyfriend, and she's coming with me," the man stated in a serious tone.
The man frowned, making him uglier, before he spat and left, his steps staggering, and he bumped into a few people.
When he was gone, the handsome man asked for whiskey; his emotionless voice almost made Evie shiver. His grace, tone, elegance, and, not to mention, the Rolex around his wrist, proves that the man isn't just an ordinary man.
"Thank you," Evie told him, and he sent her a look of mockery before sitting beside her without saying anything. "Let me pay for your drink." She offered and gathered her hair on one side.
It was the least she could do for a man who stopped a drunkard from harassing her and putting her in an embarrassing situation.
"I can pay for my own drink. You shouldn't be kind to a stranger," the stranger advised, taking the glass the bartender served him. He swirled the liquor inside before drinking it.
"Here," she said, paying for their drinks despite his rejection.
She looked at the man, whom she now deemed arrogant. His nose is pointed and has a bulbous tip. His deep and cold blue eyes are his trait. There is no denying that the man is gorgeous.
"If you want to repay me, accompany me to dinner. This place is too noisy," the man said in annoyance. He downed his drink and stood up from his chair while raising an eyebrow at her as if waiting for her answer.
Evie heeded her friend's advice and observed the man in front of her. She thought that he didn't look like a killer or anything because of his handsome face. After some thought, she took back her money, which he refused, and put it back in her wallet. She searched for Anna on the dance floor, but the sea of people and the dim light made it hard for her to find her. She thought for a second and came up with a solution.
"If you're not some kind of psychopath, I think I'm going to kiss you," she said without a hint of humor.
The man in front of her was beyond gorgeous, and she needed some sort of physical contact with someone, so she swallowed down her nerves. She stood on her tiptoes and planted a kiss on his lips.
The place is filled with people, and the different colored lights are hitting different faces. It was a place made for people who like to party, who are awake at night, or who are just looking for fun. Strangely enough, the beat of the music synced with Evie's heart as she kissed the man. She did not let the surroundings distract her and focused her attention on the task at hand.
The man remained standing there like a mannequin, clearly not expecting the action. Confusion was written all over his face. But that man did not move nor pull away; instead, he started to move his lips to match her pace, his arm instinctively reaching for her small waist, while his other hand reached for her nape to keep her in place.
Evie smiled into the kiss, letting out a small breath of relief that he did not reject her. Her arms found their way around his head, and she pulled their bodies even closer together. She deepened the kiss. The man smelled so good, and his breath smelled and tasted like alcohol, but it only added to his sexiness. Her hand felt his shoulder and arm, and even with the suit, she could tell that he was muscular. Their kiss lasted a few minutes, and Evie decided that he was the one she wanted to spend the night with.
When she could no longer breathe, she pulled away from the kiss and slowly opened her heavy eyelids, her brown eyes connecting with her blue ones.
"Or we can go somewhere more private," she suggested with a determined look, using a seductive voice.
Their bodies are still inches away, with their arms still on each other's bodies. He observed her for a few seconds before his eyes looked around. When their eyes connected again, he nodded.
"Let's go." The man agreed without hesitation. He pulled away from her and took out his wallet to pay for his bill.
Evie took her phone from her bag and composed a message to her friend to not wait for her and take care of herself. She let the man hold her hand as they made their way through the sea of people to reach the exit. When they succeeded, the stranger asked the valet for his car, and she saw a black Mustang. He opened the passenger seat, and Evie went in without hesitation while he circled to the driver's seat.
They drove in silence until they reached a building, where she saw a fountain at the entrance. They took the elevator and stopped on the third floor. The man used his key to open a door and gave way for Evie to enter first. Evie blocked out her mind and entered the room. The place is cold, and the walls are blue, while the floor is white. There are only a few pieces of furniture, but they match the elegance of the place. She saw how he placed his keys on a small tray on a small table beside the door.
"Can I get you something to drink?" the man asked, removing his jacket while she swallowed thickly and looked around the place again.
She hadn't done this before, but she was determined not to leave the place without having s*x with the handsome stranger.
"Anything is fine," she responded, trying to sound calm and clearing her throat.
The man went to the kitchen and took out two bottles of beer before handing one to her with a tissue wrapped around it. Evie thought he would offer her any kind of drink, but she didn't expect him to be a beer-kind of guy. She did not pay her mind any attention, and she thanked him.
"What's your name?" She asked him.
If she were to spend the night with a stranger, she at least wanted to know his name.
"You can call me Ben," he replied with a half-smile on his face.
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