In Love With A Criminal

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Plagiarism is a crime If you are looking for a perfect story, p l e a s e feel free to leave. I wrote this story without disrespecting others, please do the same. Read my story without disrespecting me. Thank you! ~•~•~•~• P R O L O G U E Everyone screamed with joy just the sight of the clubhouse was enough to drive my friends crazy. I rolled my eyes and laugh. When the car went to a halt, the girls and I jump out apart from Ash because she'll have to park the car somewhere in here. "It's time to party!" Tonya throws her hands up in the air while we were entering the club. I chuckled when Donna peels off her blazer, revealing her red tube that shows her cleavage. She was damn hot! Men ogling and eyeing her up and down but she's too delighted to care. "Guys, I need to go to the washroom. I'll be right back." Ivana announced and left shortly. Which is weird, the washroom was on the left side of the club so why would she go to the right? I moaned and sat on the stool. I'm already bored in here, my friends left me alone and Ash hasn't come back yet. "One margarita, please." I asked the bartender. He smiled at me and gave me one shot. What am I even doing here? Right, I was just forced to come with them. I sighed and clutch my blazer that ended up under my beast. I wore a fitted shirt, the skirt that ended up in my mid-tight, and pumps. It has been thirty minutes since my friends left me alone and all I did was chug and chug until I felt dizzy. Music was blasting and everyone was enjoying it except me. I hate this feeling right now and It's very strange for me to feel this emotion. I used to enjoy drinking and going to clubs with no care about what would be my future. I know that I am drunk but I can still sense that someone was staring at me. My gaze reached the corridors of the club and there I saw a man who was looking at me. I can't see his face because where he stands is a dark area of the club. My forehead knotted when he gestured me to come to him. He raised his other hand to sip his drink. Perhaps it's because of the alcohol that my feet are walking in his direction not caring the fact that I don't even know him. I didn't know what exactly happened but when morning came, I just found myself lying beside a man and his arms were wrapped around my waist Inside the unfamiliar room.