Married To Forget

CHAPTER 3

Isha'S Pov.

“Again”

The bartender didn't hesitate but poured another shot for me and I downed it immediately, feeling the liquor burn my throat for the tenth time.

I didn't want to be alone, and I had called Anna earlier, but the sound of laughter in her voice shows that she is really having a nice time with her two husbands. I do envy her a lot. She is so lucky to marry such handsome men.

I just decided to make my way to the nearest club I saw after walking around for hours.

My head was so full, I had to cool off.

I should have been drinking with my new husband now. Not drinking to forget all that my sister told me and what I saw.

I downed another shot welcoming the burn. It felt so good to be free.

An hour later I was on the dance floor. I didn't feel like sitting anymore. I was already drunk but I loved it.

The beat of the music pulsed through my brain and my worries seemed to have disappeared.

Suddenly, a siren went off in the club, a red light twirled in the air. The ladies shouted with excitement.

“Alright ladies, you know what that means, I need three lovely ladies to come dance at the bar stand and the lady with the highest money in her jar has a huge price attached to it. So now who is readyyyy?” the DJ announced at the top of his voice.

I didn't know what this was about, but it actually sounded like fun, since I didn't want to be at a place drowning myself with tears.

I ran out to the bar stand to complete the number the DJ had called, and the jar was placed in front of me.

The music started playing, and the crowd went wild. This song was my f**king favorite jam to go with at home when doing house chores. I threw my hair in a bun and pulled my zipper down to loosen myself a bit. I mean, come on, I could f**king dance.

The roar of the crowd egged me up, and I looked at my jar in front of me, it was already full to the brim. Men surrounded and were encouraging me, adding more jams to the music while the women were hyping me up. I heard a lot of “go girl, “that's how we roll,” as I kept dancing. The bar was really big, and I was free to twirl and dip. By the time the song was over, I split with one hand at the bar for support and the other in the air as I screamed my head off. My bun had loosened by this time with some of my hair covering my face.

“You were f**king awesome,” the DJ said as he ran up to where I was and helped me up. “Girl, do you know how many hundreds you got in this jar,” he picked up the jar and handed it over to me. “It's all yours.” I never even imagined I would make this huge amount of money just in one night. It felt so good.

“You did great girl,” I could hear some people complimenting me as they passed me by.

“So now for your award,” the DJ held up a cloth and blindly folded my eyes. It felt weird, but I remained calm since he was guiding me by holding my hands.

The next thing I heard was a door opening, and he removed the cloth from his eyes and asked me to go in. I did as I was told without asking any questions, and he immediately slammed the door behind me.

I ran to the door but it was locked. Fear began to rise in my body because I didn't know where I was.

The first thing that hit me was the cold air. Although the club was cold, it wasn't compared to this room. I was exhausted at this point, but I tried to hold my legs firm to the ground.

Before I could look round, I felt eyes on me, I was so scared that my heart started to beat fast.

And then I turned to my left and I saw him. He sat there like a king with his legs wide apart. His posture was commanding and not only that, he had a girl on her knees between his legs. Her head bobbing up and down in a motion I knew was related to a blow job.

He wasn't looking at her, instead his eyes were focused on me…

Studying me...

It was then I realized that he looked really familiar.

No it can't be.

This can't be Jason Wilson!

The most wicked man in the city according to what people call him. I had only heard different mean things about him and decided never to cross part with him.

But here I am with the devil himself.

And he looks so handsome in person, i won't lie..

He was still watching me, still in the shadows, his hands fisting her hair as she gulped him down.

I was already burning inside just by watching that, and I was ashamed to think about it.

No, I can't think about wanting this. I tried to control myself but couldn't help rubbing my legs together.

Stop it Isha, what has come over you…

I need to leave here immediately. I don't want him seeing me wet myself.

“Leave”

I jumped to the sound of that. He might have thought that I wanted to leave, and he decided to allow me. That's great, at least I could get out of here and forget this ever happened.

But before I could make a move, the girl rose to her feet, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, brushing past me as she made her way to the door which was now open for her, then closed again.

The lock clicked.

My blood turned to ice.

The command hadn't been for me.

It had been for her.

I was alone now. Alone with Jason Walter in a locked room, my fear increased… I didn't know what he wanted from me or what exactly it is I am doing here.

I turned back slowly, I didn't know what to do. My body wanted me to run, but there was nowhere to go.

He leaned back in his chair, put one of his hands behind his head, his eyes never leaving mine. A smile curved across his lips, evil and demanding.

"Your turn," he said in a soft manner.

And the world stopped.