Just One Night

Chapter Two

Davina's POV

The club was impossibly loud and stuffy as we walked in, but I could not ignore the slight thrill that ran through me when I heard the pulsing music. As we walked through the crowd, I couldn't help moving my hips in tune with the rhythmic beats pulsing through me.

"Woo! Shake that booty, Dav!" Stella yelled, smacking my butt.

I turned to her with a mock glare, "I wasn't shaking any booty."

"Yes, you were. Own it, baby." She grabbed my hand and began dragging me towards the bar.

We shot down a couple of drinks, me a soda, and soon enough, Davina found someone to dance with. I swayed on the stool I was seated on in tune with the music and grabbed my glass filled with just soda, pouring it down my throat.

"Woah, slow down little lady. That drink might look pink, but it carries a hell out of a punch."

I turned around to see a man with skin-tight leather pants and overly gelled hair smirking at me, or rather, at my chest. I resisted the urge to pull up the neckline of the ridiculously short dress Stella had made me wear. The treacherous brat was in the middle of the dance floor, twerking against the guy who had captured her attention as soon as we got to the bar.

I smiled at the Charlie Puth lookalike and turned back to my nearly empty drink.

"Let me buy you another one."

"I'm good, thank you."

He breathed and I tried not to gag at his onion and vodka fuelled breath. "So, are you here with someone?"

"Yes, I am."

"I find that hard to believe," he said, still staring at my chest, "No guy in his right senses will leave such a pretty little b***h all alone."

Did he just call me a b***h?

I forced a smile as I slid off the stool I was sitting on, "Excuse me, I have to go find my friend."

Feeling tired, I edged around him and walked off to look for the bathroom. I followed the directions I saw and was walking down a dimly lit hallway when someone stepped in my path.

My excuse me stuck in my throat when I looked up to see three hefty-looking men grinning at me.

With a taunting smile, one of them stretched forth his hand towards my hair, laughing when I flinched.

"Hey, beautiful. Looking for me?"

I egded back slowly. "No, I was just heading back. My friends are probably heading this way already, looking for me."

He laughed and lunged at me. I yelled and tried to bat him away, slapping his face.

His friends laughed while he growled at me. "I was only playing with you, but now, I think you need to learn some lessons."

He pulled back his fist and I instinctively covered my face with my hands.

Nothing happened, I heard a scuffle and slowly removed my hands. I saw a man dressed in an impeccable suit holding onto the arm of the thug that tried to hit me.

From the angle of my position against the wall, I could only see his profile. His jaw, chiseled and square clenched as he threw a punch at the thug and pushed me away. He placed himself between me and the others, not saying a word.

The other two thugs glanced warily at their partner, who was writhing on the floor, clutching his bleeding nose and yelling f**k! My nose! over and over again.

"Take your friend and leave. I'm in no mood to get my hands bloody tonight." The stranger said.

They hurriedly grabbed their squealing friend and ran off.

He turned to me and asked, "Are you okay?" His voice matched him, dark, deep and slightly raspy.

He was all length and muscles under that rich tanned skin all wrapped up in a flawless suit tailored to suit his tall, muscular frame. His eyes were an enchanting shade of green and his expression as he stared down at me was polite, but his eyes seemed to burn, like they could strip away my layers. Unease burned through me, and I severed the connection with a blink.

"Um… yes. Yes, I'm fine. Thank you so much. What about…"

The rest of my words died down on my tongue when his phone rang. Nodding at me, he held the phone to his ears and walked off back towards the direction of the club.

I took a deep breath, trying to collect myself before walking back. My brows furrowed as I found drops of blood on the floor and my heart strangely skipped a beat as I thought of the dark, strange man being hurt.

I ran after him, and came to a stop in front of him, immediately running my hands over his body, trying to look for the source.

"What are you doing?" I ignored the delicious thrill that ran down my spine at his voice and stepped back.

"I'm sorry, I saw blood stains on the floor and I was worried it might be you. Those guys could have hurt you."

My gaze was immediately drawn to his left hand as he flexed it, his bleeding left hand.

"Oh my God! Oh my God, you're bleeding." I removed the handkerchief peeping out from his suit jacket and hurriedly wrapped it around his hand.

"Why didn't you say anything? That guy slashed you?!"

"I'm fine." He was staring at me like I was some strange creature.

"No, you're not. You're literally dripping on the floor right now."

I spread my arms wide, blocking him when he tried to move around me.

"Please," I softened my eyes and my gaze. "This is my fault, let me help. I'm a medical student." I fished out my I.D. from the tiny pocket of the dress and showed it to him.

"Fine."

"Great, let's go. I'll ask the bartender if there's a first aid kit we can use. But you should still go to the hospital after."

"No."

"What?"

"Come home with me."

My jaw dropped.