THE REVENGE CONTRACT

INTOXICATED.

Chapter Five

Intoxicated

Serena's POV

Sophie’s Apartment

“Holy crap! Are you for real, Serena? You’re telling me all this time the Harris’s aren’t your real parents and they’ve been lying to you all these years?” Sophie wailed in disbelief.

“Yes… yes, I overheard them,” I answered through sobs as Sophie handed me more tissues to wipe my tears.

“This is pure evil. Why didn’t you confront them, girl?” she asked, pounding her knuckles into her palm, clearly aggravated.

“I couldn’t. I didn’t have the nerve to. I was so devastated... I couldn’t bear to look them in the face,” I responded with a teary voice, my nose running and saliva spilling from my mouth.

“I just had to talk to you. I couldn’t spend another night in that cursed house. How could my mom be so cruel? So heartless?”

“Excuse me, girl that woman isn’t your mother, and they’re not your family. You heard what they said about you. The sooner you accept the truth, the better for you, baby girl,” Sophie snapped, clearly irritated.

“Look, Serena, you are amazing. Don’t let anyone make you feel less than that. Come on, look at you , you’re smart, strong, pretty, and hardworking.”

Her words slowly began to lighten my mood. A faint smile tugged at my lips.

“I’ve known you all my life, Serena. You’re the best thing that could ever happen to anyone.”

A faint blush crept onto my face as Sophie rested her hand gently on my shoulder to comfort me.

“Thank you, Sophie,” I whispered, glancing up at her as I sniffled again.

“You can stay here as long as you need until things settle down. But this time? You make them bend to your rules, you hear me?” she said sternly.

I nodded in agreement.

“To hell with them! You deserve better, girl. And that’s why we’re gonna parteyyyyyyyyyy like it’s 1999! Wooooooo!”

She stomped her feet and started twerking her butt cheeks toward me.

I burst into laughter, tears of amusement now streaming from my eyes.

Sophie poured out some vodka and handed me a shot. Then she pulled out a joint and lit it up.

I raised an eyebrow and laughed, “You know I don’t smoke weed, girl.”

“Yeah, I know,” she replied, dancing as she took a drag and blew the smoke right in my face.

Koh-huh! Koh-huh! I coughed. “You trying to choke me to death?!”

“Woooooo!” she hollered, laughing wildly as she pulled me off the couch and we bounced like kids on a trampoline.

She cranked up the music. Cardi B’s voice boomed from the speakers, the bass thumping so hard the walls practically vibrated.

“Tonight, baby girl, we gotta get laaaaid!” Sophie sang as she danced wildly.

“I’m with you on that, girl! I’ve been horny for weeks!” I shouted over the music as we danced and started getting ready for a girls’ night out.

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The Club

The club was packed. Lights cast a smoky silhouette across the crowd, and the air was thick with heat, bodies, and bass. Everyone was mashed together, the atmosphere intoxicating almost euphoric.

I was dressed to kill crop top, mini skirt. I was ready to let go. My n*****s tingled with every brush of contact.

Sophie had already gone wild, grinding up on some dark-skinned guy who had slid behind her on the dance floor. She didn’t even flinch, just started rubbing against his crotch like she’d known him for years.

I danced alone, lost in the rhythm, ignoring the lust-filled eyes crawling over my skin. I didn’t care. I just wanted to feel free. Powerful. Desired.

Wrapping my arms around myself, I swayed and tilted my hips, noticing a few men starting to stiffen from just watching. I caught one of them staring and bit my lip.

I was steamy inside but didn’t want to seem desperate.

That’s when I saw him.

He stood from a distance with a friend, eyes glued to me as though I was the only one in the room.

His stare felt like a slow caress, and my body responded instantly. I grew wetter just watching him run a hand through his hair and begin making his way toward me.

But then, bam.

Some sexy brunette latched onto his arm before he reached me.

“Damn it. f*****g b***h,” I muttered under my breath.

I turned away, annoyed. I couldn’t make out his features clearly, but he had a strong build, he looked... impressive.

I decided to grab drinks. But first, I pulled Sophie from her little dance session.

“Come on, girl. Let’s go get some more drinks. I don’t want to drink alone,” I shouted over the pounding music.

She nodded. Just as she turned, the guy she’d been dancing with pulled her back and kissed her softly.

Sophie’s jaw dropped in shock, her eyes wide with excitement.

We giggled like schoolgirls as we made our way to the bar for another round of shots.

“Woooo! Cheers to the single life!” We clinked glasses.

The bartender leaned in with a grin. “You ladies have someone covering your tab.”

“Who?” Sophie asked, stretching forward curiously.

“The gentleman at VIP Table 8,” he said, nodding toward the back.

We looked. It was him, the guy from earlier. He raised his glass at us in acknowledgment.

Sophie licked her lips and waved flirtatiously.

He had a whole entourage around him and a full table of drinks.

“C’mon, let’s go show our appreciation,” she winked.

“You go. I’ll just sit here and drink, baby girl,” I said with a lazy grin.

“Suit yourself,” she muttered, strutting toward him.

I sat and watched her laugh and flirt as I took more shots. I was already tipsy and the room kept spinning.

The music got louder. The air got thicker. I was drunk as hell.

We’d booked an executive suite in the club’s hotel, just in case we got too wasted to go home. The rooms weren’t cheap, but they were private.

By 3 AM, I could barely stand.

I tried getting up from the bar, wobbling like a baby deer.

“You need a hand, miss?” the bartender asked, concerned.

“Nope, I’m good,” I slurred, staggering through the crowd.

“Coming through... coming through,” I muttered as I clung to the stair rails.

The hallway upstairs reeked of weed, sweat, and s*x. People were making out, even doing more in corners.

I finally reached the room or so I thought. I didn’t switch on the lights. Didn’t take off my stilettos. I just dived into the bed.

Sleep took me in seconds.

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Later That Night...

I stirred.

Fingers were caressing my breasts softly at first. I thought I was dreaming. I moaned, leaning into the touch.

I grabbed the hand and shoved it under my skirt. It didn’t hesitate , trailing down until it found my c**t.

“Ahh... ahhh,” I gasped.

My mouth was dry. My breasts, fully erect. My body craved more.

I traced the hands up to his chest solid muscle.

I grabbed his c**k. Hard as steel. Just what I needed.

He slipped off my panties somehow I hadn’t noticed. I was dripping, aching.

His tongue found me. His moan made me moan. I grabbed his butt cheeks and pulled him deeper into me.

He smelled of alcohol, lavender, and pine and damn, it turned me on.

I didn’t care who he was. I wanted him. Needed him.

He thrusted into me, and I moaned all night.

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Morning

“Ahhh, s**t,” I groaned, holding my head. A pounding headache greeted me.

I blinked slowly, trying to gain some sense of reality. That dream was insane, I thought, smirking to myself.

But then I peeked under the duvet.

I was naked.

I turned my head and saw a stranger lying beside me.

I screamed. “AHHHHHHH!”

He jolted up, startled and disoriented.

Then he turned to me, eyes puffy, voice slurred.

“Who the f**k are you , and what are you doing in my room?”

“Your room?” I croaked, panic rising. “What the hell are you talking about?”

He stumbled to the window and pulled the blinds open.

And just like that, I realized...

I was in the wrong room.

With a total stranger.

What have I gotten myself into...?

At that moment, I was completely exasperated.