Paid Blood

| Tiara's point of view Walking into the familiar bar, you looked around myself, noticing people here and there enjoying themselves with glasses of wine or whiskey. And that's what you were going to do too. Approaching the bar stand, you waved at the barman who warmly smiled back at you, the man being familiar with your presence at such a late time of the work day. "What's up?" he asked, flashing you a bright smile, his hands already holding some glasses of whiskey. "Nothing much, just a shitty week," you mumbled thinking about the perfect way to drink up your so called relationship problems. "That's why you're all alone?" he chuckled, knowing the ideal way to cheer you up. "This will help," he quickly prepared a glass of blueish liquor, making you question what he mixed it with. "Don't think too much about it, just let it do its trick, I know that's all you need right now," the skillful man commented, assuming the reason behind your shitty week was no one other than your over possessive boss. And where did this man know you from? In short words, this place was the only place you could always go to when you were feeling down — a constant feeling you've been having since you started going out with your boss. A toxic relationship? Pretty much correct. "Even I couldn't have said it better," you lowly chuckled, taking a sip of the beautifully colored liquor, letting the alcohol linger down your throat, leaving behind a burning yet pleasing sensation. "So will you tell me what happened to you?" he asked, wanting to occupy himself with something else rather than just staring at people getting drunk. Such a pitiful state, hm? But sometimes that's everything you want to do. How pathetic, right? "That's a story for another time, but for now just give me more of this problem-forgetting drink," you smiled, swirling the last sips of liquor inside your glass, wanting to forget this night by drinking it up. The barman did as told, preparing you the needed shots. He didn't question why you were so willing to get drunk but he didn't mind it as long as he was getting his money paid. You, on the other hand, just wanted to get this night over with. Your boss, who you had an insignificant affair with, started thinking he held control over you and your body and could do whatever he wanted. You certainly didn't have any type of feelings for him, but him being the narcissist he is, thought you were up for everything he wanted to do, whenever he wanted to. Oh boy was he wrong, maybe you shouldn't have done what you did back then, but that was the only way you could teach him a lesson he won't quickly forget. This boss-you thing started a few weeks ago, when he opened up about his attraction towards you — which you didn't believe so easily. It seemed too easy, getting it on with the boss? Maybe you thought it'll spice things up in your life, make it more interesting, you know? And being the loner you are, decided not to overthink it and just go with the flow. That seemed to be a wrong move from you, of course. He just used you, for his own needs and pleasure. And today, well, you broke it off with him, and coming to the bar looked like your only option to erase the few traumatizing memories you shared with him. And drinking was definitely the best way to throw away that crumbled page from your life story. No men, no problems! | After a little more than one hour You were engulfed in your own thoughts, but the shifting from beside you awoke you, making you tilt your head to your left. There sat a man, a dark haired one, who was wearing a grayish suit, the outfit looking way too appealing. "Can I get a glass of blue bacardi?" the man demanded, wanting to drink the famous blueish liquor, his favourite. You looked down at the glass of what seemed blue bacardi, wondering if this was the drink he was referring to. "This?" you suddenly asked, making him tilt his head in your direction, then down at the glass you were pointing at. "Yeah," he nodded, fixing his eyes on the barman who was preparing the ordered drink. What a coincidence. "Why don't you taste mine?" You asked, pointing at your glass, not minding giving the drink to the stranger, the alcohol being too far into your senses for you to be able to think straight right now. "Hmm?" he chuckled, not sure if he heard you right. "I'll better wait for my own," he assured you with a small smile, trying his best not to let his eyes wander down there where your dress rode up your thighs. "Your loss," yo7 chuckled, drinking the last sips of the blue bacardi, then with a swift motion, you gave the barman a sign to give you one more shot. "Tiara, don't you think you've drunk more than enough?" he chuckled, eyeing my tipsy form. "She's been here for a while, huh?" the attractive man from beside you popped in, clearly interested in the conversation. "She's had a rough week, that's her only medicine," the barman pointed at the blue bacardi he handed the man in suit. "I'm sorry, but the bottle of bacardi is now empty, all thanks to you lady," the barman joked, knowing you were too wasted to even protest the slightest bit. "Here," the mysterious gentleman offered, making you look at the glass of your now favorite drink. "You're giving it up to me? How sweet of you," you teased, pressing your lips onto the cold surface of the glass, the liquor barely touching your lips. "But I'll better watch you drink it," you licked your lips in a teasing manner, observing how his eyes darkened. In that moment, only god knows what kind of things went through your head, both good and bad, but one thing you knew for sure, too much thinking would only cause you more trouble, so what you did next is go with the flow and do whatever your heart pleases. Youinched closer to him, grabbing him by his tie, his head inching dangerously closer to your face. "Or you can get an even better taste," and with that you smashed your lips on his, making sure the drops of liquor that were left on your lips were no longer there, now finding their way into his system. The stranger slowly licked his lips after you pulled away, making sure not to waste any drops of the bittersweet liquor. "The taste is surely mind blowing, but I'm afraid the price for it can literally blow me up," he joked, a subtle smirk plastered on his face. He looked deeply into your eyes, the eye contact between you two feeling way too profound, almost as if you both were trying to get a hold of yourselves, the sudden desire to rip each other's clothes off your bodies taking control over you. In a matter of seconds you found yourself kissing him with so much need, his hands getting possessive of your body. You slowly made your way outside towards his car, your bodies still glued to each other. "We better stop here before it gets out of hand," the man heavily breathed out, his hot breath fanning over your flushed face. "What if I want it to," you smirked, your mind being way too clouded by the strong alcohol you poured into yourself moments ago, the shame and shyness buried deep inside you. "This is a dangerous game, and I'm sure you're gonna get burnt if you become too invested in it," he spoke, his deep voice awakening things in yoursel you didn't even know about. "Playing with fire is my specialty," you let those words slip out of your mouth and before you knew it, he crashed his lips on your puffy ones, devouring them in a lustful kiss. This man hit you like a storm, sweeping you off your feet with just his voice. Were you regretting letting him drive you home and not only? Not now. But soon, maybe. But were you ready to face what was waiting for you? Hell no.