Chapter 2 The Man With Predator Eyes
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Leila
I should leave.
That thought shows up politely in my brain. Knocks once. Waits for acknowledgement.
I ignore it.
this strange man who owns this place watches me the way people watch thunderstorms. Calm on the surface. Something brewing underneath.
He still hasn’t told me his name but I didn't ask.
I’m fine with that.
Names make things real. Names mean you can look someone up later. Regret them properly. Possibly block them.
Tonight is not giving “responsible life choices.”
Tonight is about one bad decision and a hangover.
The bartender sets another whiskey in front of me and disappears like he’s been trained not to interrupt whatever weird staring contest is happening between his boss and the random girl who wandered in here.
“Careful,” the man says quietly.
His voice has that rough edge again, like gravel under silk.
“Careful of what?” I ask.
He nods toward the drink.
“You’re halfway to forgetting how dangerous this place is.”
I take a sip.
The whiskey burns just enough to ground me.
“If I was scared,” I say, setting the glass down, “I wouldn’t still be here.”
That finally gets a reaction.
A small one. But still a reaction.
He leans against the counter beside me, close enough that I feel the heat coming off him.
“You're Confident, Stubborn and Delusional.”he murmurs.
“Honestly?” I glance at him. “All three. Depends on the day.”
He studies me again.
God, he does that a lot. Like I’m a blueprint he’s trying to read.
“Most people who walk into this bar,” he says slowly, “spend the first ten minutes trying not to make eye contact.”
“Most people didn’t get fired this morning,” I reply.
“People get fired every day.”
“Yeah, but most of them don’t also discover their boss replaced them with his girlfriend who spells ‘marketing’ with a K and thinks astrology counts as a modern world survival skill.”
That earns an actual sound.
Not a laugh.
But close.
The corner of his mouth twitches.
“You’re serious.”
“Oh, I’m extremely serious.”
I turn slightly toward him.
“And since my professional career ended today thanks to someone who thinks Mercury retrograde affects spreadsheets, I’m currently embracing the chaos portion of my evening.”
“By drinking in bars.” he asks
“Yes by drinking in bars.” I reply
He nods once.
“Bold strategy.”
“i would go for wine but this was what my savings could get me ,” I said.
His gaze flickers over my clothes.
Nothing fancy. Jeans, boots, jacket I’ve had since college.
But the way he looks?
It doesn’t feel like judgment.
It feels like… he's checking my inventory.
I raise an eyebrow.
“You do realize staring like that is a little intense, right?”
“I’m deciding something.”
“Should I be worried?”
“That depends.”
“On?”
“Whether you’re actually as reckless as you pretend.”
I snort.
“Pretend?”
“You walked into a room full of sketchy men” he says calmly. “You argued with the owner. And you’re still here.”
He pauses.
“Either you’re brave… or you don’t understand the situation.”
I take another sip of whiskey before answering.
“Or,” I say, “I looked around and noticed none of those men are actually paying attention to me.”
His eyes narrow slightly.
“They’re watching you.”I continue
Silence settles between us for a moment.
Then he says, “You noticed.”
“Yeah.”
“Most people don’t.”
“Well,” I shrug, “most people probably aren’t trying to figure out why the entire room treats one guy like a Leader.”
That word again.
Leader.
It fits him too well.
Something shifts in his expression. Subtle but noticeable.
“You observe things,” he says.
“I people-watch.”
“You analyze.”
“I judge silently.”
“That too.”
For a second neither of us speaks.
The music changes tracks. Someone laughs too loudly near the pool tables.
Outside, a motorcycle roars past.
He pushes away from the bar suddenly.
“Come on.”
I blink.
“Come on where?”
“Walk with me.”
“Wow,” I say dryly. “That sounded incredibly ominous.”
He starts toward a hallway at the back of the bar without checking if I follow.
Which is very confident of him.
And very annoying.
I stay on the stool.
“Hey.”
He stops.
Turns slowly.
The look he gives me could probably freeze water.
“You coming, girl?”
There’s that word again.
Girl.
Something about the way he says it makes it sound less like an insult and more like… ownership.
Which is absolutely ridiculous considering we met ten minutes ago.
I cross my arms.
“You realize,” I say, “most serial killers start conversations like that.”
His eyebrow lifts.
“I’m not a serial killer.”
“That’s exactly what a serial killer would say.”
He considers that.
“Fair point.”
I slide off the stool.
Mostly because sitting here arguing while he stands across the room feels like losing.
And I refuse to lose a conversation with a stranger whose name I don’t even know.
As I walk toward him, the room gets quieter again.
A couple guys at a nearby table glance up.
Then immediately look away.
Okay.
Yeah.
He’s definitely important here.
When I stop in front of him, he studies me again.
“You’re still here,” he says.
“Curiosity,” I reply.
“Dangerous trait.”
“Probably.”
He gestures toward the hallway.
“After you.”
I narrow my eyes.
“Why?”
“Because if I walk in front of you,” he says calmly, “you’ll assume I’m leading you somewhere unsafe.”
“And if I walk first?”
“You’ll assume you’re choosing the direction.”
I stare at him.
“That is… suspiciously logical.”
He shrugs.
“I’m a reasonable man.”
“Debatable.”
But I walk.
The hallway behind the bar is quieter. Dim lights. Concrete floor. A door at the end leading outside.
The night air hits my face as soon as we step out.
Cool. Sharp. Smelling faintly like gasoline and rain.
A row of vehicles sits under flickering lights.
I lean against the brick wall, folding my arms again.
“So,” I say.
He stands a few feet away, hands in his pockets.
“So.”
“That was dramatic.”
“You came.” he says
“You didn’t give me a lot of context.” I reply
He tilts his head.
“You could’ve said no.”
“True.”
“Why didn’t you?”
I consider that.
Then answer honestly.
“Because you look like someone who’s interesting to argue with.”
Something dark flickers across his face.
“Is that what you think we’re doing?”
“Arguing?”
“Yes.”
I shrug.
“What would you call it?”
He takes one slow step closer.
The air between us shifts immediately.
Warmer.
He stops just inside my personal space.
“Testing,” he says quietly.
My pulse bumps up a notch.
“Testing what?”
His gaze drops briefly to my mouth.
Then back to my eyes.
“Limits.”
Okay.
That definitely changes the vibe.
I swallow.
“Your limits?” I ask.
“Ours.”
I huff a small laugh.
“You’re very confident for someone who still hasn’t told me his name.”
“And you’re still here,” he says softly.
That sentence lands differently now.
I push off the wall slightly.
“So what happens next?” I ask.
He studies me like he’s weighing something important.
Then he says,
“You go home.”
I blink.
“That’s… unexpectedly responsible.”
“Or,” he continues calmly, “you stay.”
“And?”
“And tomorrow never matters.”
There it is.
The bad decision.
Standing right in front of me.
My brain starts listing reasons to leave.
He’s a stranger.
This is reckless.
This could go badly.
But another part of me looks at him and thinks:
You only get one life.
And tonight already burned down the safe version.
I step closer.
Close enough that our boots almost touch.
“Still no names?” I ask.
“No names.”
“No expectations?”
“No expectations.”
“No tomorrow?”
His voice drops slightly.
“No tomorrow.”
I nod slowly.
Then say,
“Okay.”
For the first time all night, something genuinely surprised flashes across his face.
“What?” I ask.
“I expected more hesitation.”
I smile.
“I told you.”
“What?”
“I’m embracing chaos tonight.”
His eyes darken again.
“Careful, girl.”
“Why?”
“Because I might take you seriously.”
I shrug.
“Maybe that’s the point.”
The silence between us thickens.
His hand comes up slowly.
Not touching.
Just hovering near my jaw.
Like he’s giving me time to move away.
I don’t.
His thumb brushes lightly against my chin.
My pulse spikes immediately.
“You’re trouble,” he murmurs.
His mouth curves faintly.
Then he leans down—
And kisses me.
soft with no hesitation.
The kind of kiss that feels like a door slamming open somewhere deep in your chest.
For a second the world just… stops.
My brain goes completely blank.
Then instinct takes over.
I grab the front of his shirt and pull him closer.
Which might be the moment the night officially becomes a terrible idea.
He pulls back slightly, breathing heavier now.
His forehead almost touching mine.
“You sure?” he asks.
I laugh under my breath.
“You’re asking now?”
“I’m giving you the option.”
I meet his eyes.
“Then stop talking.”
And I kiss him again.
Gravel crunches once under my boots before his hand is dragging me towards the parked vehicles.
one second we’re in the car, the next the humid night air is being replaced by the smell of stale cigarettes and floor wax.
My brain is still buffering the parking lot, but he is already at the plexiglass.
"Room. Now," he says, the edge in his voice cutting through the clerk’s boredom.
A key hits the counter with a plastic clack. He snatches it, his knuckles grazing mine as he pivots, dragging me back out into the dark before I can even process the clerks face.
"wait…" I hissed, my feet barely keeping up with his stride.
"Don't," he commands, his grip tightening just enough to steady me.
We’re at door twelve before I can even draw a full breath. The lock twists, the heavy wood swings open, and he’s shoving me inside, the door clicking shut with a finality that makes my heart slam against my ribs.
I’m standing in the dark, my head spinning, while he just leans against the bolt. Unmoved. Lethal. Entirely too close.
He stood there watching me like a predator, like he'd been watching me for weeks.
I had to take control of the situation.
I walked behind him, hips swaying, in my tank top and tiny denim skirt. No panties. Hadn't worn them for weeks since I couldn’t afford any.
He followed, eyes dark, hands flexing at his sides.
I slowly undressed leaving only my skirt to tease him, hopped onto the bed lay down flat raised my ass and spread my legs wide,
"Diner’s ready," I said, voice low
He stepped between my thighs, bands sliding up my bare skin "Yesus, yo're killing me?
I leaned back against the Warm machine, pulled his head down. "Then stop staring and taste."
His gaze drags down my body, hungry.
He dropped to his knees like a man possessed; pushed my skirt higher, and groaned at the sight of me bare and already wet.
"Look at this pretty p***y," he murmured, breath hot agailist me. "All for me?"
"Only for you," I whispered, threading fingers through his hair. "Now shut up and lick me dry.
He laughed against my thigh then ticked me slow from entrance to c**t.
My t**s squash against the sheets, n*****s hardening instantly.
I gasped, hips buckling, "f**k-yes-
He didn't tease. He devoured. Tongue flat and broad, then pointed and fast, sucking my c**t like he was trying to pull my soul out.
Two thick fingers pushed inside me, curling hard.
"—oh god—"
He pulled back just enough to growl,
"Quiet,Girl, walls are thick, but not that thick."
Then he was back on me, fingers pumping; mouth relentless. The lights kept flickering like it was cheering him on.
I came hard, thighs clamping around his face, biting the pillows to mask the scream.
He stood, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his pants already showing a bulge.
"My turn," I said, sitting upright, "f**k me right here. Raw."
He flipped me over and was behind me in seconds, zipper down, c**k out.
"I don’t have a Condom?" he said, voice strained.
"No need," I replied. "I Want to feel you come inside me.
He groaned, lined up, and pushed in slowly;
We both cursed:
He bottomed out, hands gripping my hips.
"f**k, you're tight."
"Move deeper," I begged, pushing back. "Please”
He started thrusting slow at first, then. harder, deeper, the bed rattling with every slam, cigarette butts bouncing on the headboard .
"Like this?" he growled, one hand fisting my hair.
"Like getting f****d in a shitty motel?"
"Yes-yes—harder—" I moaned
He pounded me, the bed shaking, lights flickering, rain hammering the windows in perfect rhythm.
"Look at you," he growled, spanking my ass.
He spanked me again, again, until my skin burned.
"Gonna come," I sobbed, clenching around him.
"Do it," he ordered. "Come all over my cock."
I did, screaming into the pillow, p***y juice gushing down my thighs.
He slammed deep one last time and unloaded thick, hot c*m, spurt after spurt, flooding my womb I felt it would fall out of my ass.
He stayed inside me, grinding slow, miking every drop.
The rain slowed to a drizzle.
He pulled out gentle, watched his c*m drip from me onto the sheets.
I grabbed the motel towel, wiped myself slow, then turned and kissed him deep.
"This was fun?" I whispered against his lips.
He collapsed on the bed pulled me closer, kissed me once more.
"I wish we could do this everyday ."
I smiled,as he held me
"Don't hold your breath on that." I whispered.
As we drifted off into sleep
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