TWISTED OBSESSION: CLAIMING LUCILLE BELMONT

LUCILLE’S POV Never in my twenty-two years of existence did it occur to me that I would find myself sulking in a bar, let alone over a man that decided to walk out on us five months ago. Feeling like s**t while downing shots hadn’t been in my plans for the day nor the whole year, but then again, plans changed and people adapted, especially when it’s about nursing heartbreaks that make life a little too difficult to live in. Even my brand-new McQueen designer dress was stained with the junk food I’d stuff my face in before coming to the bar. Indeed, five months is a long time and, yes, five months is enough time to heal but what is healing when I am still very much hung up over what we had, thinking about him constantly like a love-struck puppy, hoping for my phone to lighten up with a notification from him. In my defense, he made me feel very safe and loved too, but apparently that’s what they all -men- do before they decide to walk out on you on a random Thursday night in the middle of November. Once upon a time, I, Lucille Ivy Belmont died. Almost died actually, and of course it all had to do with a dumb man that I unfortunately still love… very much. Of course it happened on a Thursday night. Disturbing things always seemed to happen on either Tuesday or Thursday. I had started to suspect the two days of the week to be cursed but no, Duenna says I’m the paranoid one of my family. Maybe I am, maybe I'm just being factual… I don't particularly give a s**t anymore. “Are you okay darl?” I raised my head toward a bartender with a kind, lined face, though I couldn't quite make out his features through the haze of alcohol. The air smelt of thick alcohol. It smelt like something meant to burn rather than be breathed in. It settled on my tongue before I even had a chance to take a sip. Bitter. Sweet. Confusing. “I believe I’m deeply rooted in despair,” I replied pushing through the awful feeling that settled bitterly in my guts. “Can I have the vodka martini? Extra dry please, it’s my favorite.” The bartender’s face crinkled from a smile before he got right to pouring it. “Boyfriend issues?” “Oh, yes please…! Don’t get me started” I wasn’t drunk nor was I particularly sober. One thing was sure though, I was gone. “How did you know? Do I happen to look like my problem Mr bartender?” “Well, It’s written all over your face my lady. Do you want to talk about it?” Who was this man and why has he called me two different names I do not appreciate in just one night? “Where’s my drink? I need to leave soon, get me my drink” I ordered tapping on the table. “You know I really can’t afford to be seen here, Gabriel would kill me,” I ranted, still waiting on my drink. “Of course, of course… it’s almost done, just a minute. What’s your name?” “None of your business. Isn’t this against your bar’s policy though? Last time i was here, your manager said: familiarizing yourself with the clients from Caldwell is strictly not allowed.” I pick up my drink and chug it in one go. A sudden exciting burn in my throat spread within my body. s**t, that was good. I knew I was going to regret everything tomorrow but I honestly didn’t care, I needed to get over him. I wanted to feel it the burn again but getting another drink would definitely kill me tonight. “Are you an escort?” I questioned, now dizzy. A familiar sense of nausea started to envelop within me. “Depends on who’s asking” “Right…” “So who’s asking?” “Me, I’m the one asking. Would you like to bury your c**k in my p***y?” Okay! That was bold, even for me. I really pray I wake up and don't remember this tomorrow morning. The face of the bartender in front of me darkened just slightly, he stopped dead in his tracks and proceeded to look at me questioningly. Who wouldn’t? I was sitting in front of him, spouting rubbish with so much confidence. “Sure, I'd happily be an escort for you. Where's your car key?” I smiled, beads of sweat started to form between my breasts. I fumbled around trying to get my purse, his sudden interest had shocked me but it excited me at the same time. The key to my car was choked up inside the damn purse somewhere. I rummaged through it and finally got the stupid key then I handed it over to him while biting my lower lips seductively. Was I doing it right? I had no idea. “Take it,” I whispered while handing it over, I didn't trust my voice. “Let's go to your place. I want you to f**k me till I’m breathless.” He smiles knowingly and takes the key from me before proceeding to carry my purse and crosses it over his neck. “Let’s leave shall we?” “Yes, yes we shall. You look and smell good…” I said sloppily, taking a whiff of his scent while getting down from the stool before taking his hand and letting him lead me outside. “I’m Lucille, how about you ?” “Sebastian, you can call me Seb or just Sebastian my lady” “Damn you! Who’s your lady?” We had finally made it outside the bar. My black Rolls-Royce was parked a few feet away, sleek beneath the dim streetlights. He clicked the key fob, the car unlocking with a soft beep before he scooped me into his arms and carried me inside. How the f**k did he know it was mine? Was he a stalker? Hold on, Am I being kidn*pped? Is he a serial killer? If he wants to kidnap me, he has every reason to. Being the daughter of one of the most successful business men in New York had its perks. “You of course, you’re my lady” he replied, buckling my seat belt. His palm grazed my skin and I felt my breath drop. “Oh… am I now ? I didn’t know. Come drive to your place, I’m horny… very very horny Seb” “That filthy mouth of yours…” “Tastes very good, do you want to taste ? You can always kiss me” I hear him groan. *** The car’s engine ignited and his grip on the steering wheel tightened. I was very sure I had turned him on. Even I, Lucille Belmont was very much turned on. The mixture of alcohols I had taken in the bar -Caldwell- tonight were definitely doing the talking. “Did you have to drink that much?” He questions taking a turn out of the parking lot. Damn! The way he turned it was sexy, dirty thoughts started to cloud my reasoning. How would it feel if he drags my head down while cupping my face just to kiss me aggressively? How would it feel if he decides to fill me up inch by inch while saying nasty things into my ear? ‘I’m definitely a p*****t,’ I murmured. Unfortunately, my love for smut filled novels was starting to get into my head. “Lucille…” I heard him call. The way he said my name should’ve been illegal. his voice came out slow like he was tasting every syllable before letting it leave his mouth. A sharp pulse shot straight between my thighs, heat unfurling low in my stomach so suddenly it almost stole the breath from my lungs. My body betrayed me instantly, thighs pressing together, fingers curling into my brown McQueen dress as something dangerously warm spread through me. God! that voice. It wrapped around me like sin itself, dragging every filthy thought I’d tried to bury straight to the surface. “That’s my name,” I replied, trying to sound composed but how do I explain that I was in need? Suddenly, I felt it. There was a slow, ugly twist deep in my insides. My stomach rolled like it had just been flipped over. I knew exactly what was coming even before my body fully admitted it. I clutched my stomach, jaw tightening, swallowing hard like I could force it back down. It didn’t listen. The bile was already climbing, hot and bitter, crawling up my throat like it had a mind of its own. My hand shot forward and I started aggressively tapping on the dashboard not even thinking, just needing air, needing something. And just like that, the car jerked to a stop. I didn’t wait. I yanked the door open and stumbled out in a rush, barely clearing the car before it hit me. I bent over right there on the roadside and threw up, my whole body folding into it like it had been holding on for too long. “Are you good?” “Do I look good, genius?” I whined as my tummy turned inside out, it had me retching in pain. “My stomach is turning inside out” “Drinking is bad” “For someone who works at a bar, you really do talk too much” A loud laugh cut through the air, sharp enough to pull my head up. My eyes landed on him instantly, like they already knew where to look and that laugh… Sigh. It wasn’t just loud, it was full, deep, the kind that carried weight. The kind that told you he was used to owning every room he stepped into. It rolled off him so easily, rich and smooth, like expensive liquor poured into crystal and somehow, ridiculously… It was sexy. Not in an obvious way, but in that quiet, dangerous way that made you notice whether you wanted to or not. “Take this and wash your face,” Seb said, still laughing while handing me a bottle of water. Of course I took it, washed my face and chugged it down my throat the exact same way I had chugged down the martini from the bar. The martini… that burn it gave in my throat, I missed it already. “All good?” “Yes…” wait no, I really wasn’t. Could you please bend me over by the car and f**k the alcohol out?. I cleared my throat and got back inside the car before closing the door with a loud bang. Sebastian got into the car after me then ignited it again, he looked at me and gave a warm smile. My heart thudded, s**t that smile was pretty. “Are we almost at your place?” “Yes, why?” “I’m still very much horny Seb” “OH—“ I nod then drop my head on the rest, I close my eyes and release a heavy sigh. Before I knew it, everything went dark.