His Obession: The Don and the Damsel

~Octavia~ The bass at Club Aero pulses through my chest as I sit in the booth, sipping my second vodka cranberry of the night. I should be having fun. Typically, 2 glasses are enough to get the party started. Elliot, my boyfriend of two years, just got promoted, and he wanted to celebrate by dragging me and my best friend, Cara, to the club. Tonight I'm dressed in a pretty black dress, one that stops at mid-thigh, with some silver jewellery to complement my tanned complexion and pitch-black hair that has been styled into large waves that fall to my back. My makeup is light yet striking, a smoky eye and brown glossy lip to match my light brown eyes. At first, it seemed like a good idea, a night out, some drinks, some dancing. But now, as I sit here alone for the fourth time tonight, I can't help but feel...off. Elliot's been disappearing all night, muttering excuses about needing to step outside to take calls. I tell myself it's just work; he's been stressed about his new role. But it's not just him. Cara's been vanishing, too, slipping off to the bathroom or the bar and taking forever to come back... I shake the thought out of my head. Cara's my best friend, has been since college... She wouldn't... No. I'm just being paranoid. Still, the unease churns in my stomach as I slide out of the booth. I tell myself I'm going to the bathroom, but really, I just need to see where Elliot disappeared to this time... I weave through the crowd, my heels clicking against the sticky floor as the music swallows me whole. The back hallway is dim, lined with private booths and the bathrooms. It's quieter here, the bass muffled, the laughter and shouting from the main floor distant. I turn the corner, and stop dead in my tracks. Elliot... Cara... They're pressed against the wall, his hands on her waist, her fingers tangled in his hair. He has her pressed against the wall as her legs wrap around his torso, his groin moving against her over and over again, their lips locked in a kiss so passionate it makes me sick. For a moment, I just stand there, frozen. My brain struggles to catch up with what my eyes are seeing. This isn't happening. It can't be. But it is. "What... the fuck..." I manage to say, my voice brittle and sharp. It cuts through the quiet like a knife. Tyler jerks away from her, his face pale as he stammers, "Octavia-... shit..." he slurrs right before he jolts and pulls away from Cara, stepping away from her and pulling up his trousers clumsily. "I-...I can explain-..." he says as he tries to get close to me. "Explain?" I laugh, but it's hollow, bitter, just as I glance over at Cara as well, watching as she slides her dress down and tries to fix her hair, her lipstick smudged across her face. "What exactly is there to explain, Tyler? You're f*****g my best friend!" I scream, my voice being heard over the music. Cara flinches as she stares at me, unsure of what to say for herself as she looks around nervously, barely able to look me in the eye. I shake my head, my throat burning as tears now well in my eyes. "You know what? Forget it. Stay away from me." I say, my voice breaking right before I turn on my heel and storm back toward the bathroom exit, my heart pounding in my chest. "Octavia, wait!" Elliot calls after me, but I don't stop. I can't. I slip off my black heels and begin sprinting through the club, pushing my way through swaying drunken bodies until I'm out of there completely. Outside, the night air hits me like a slap, cold and sharp against my flushed skin. I glance around me angrily, trying to stop myself from sobbing over that piece of s**t and instead slip my heels back on, walking away from the club quickly before he can find me. The last thing I want is to look like I'm crazy... My heels click against the pavement as I put as much distance between myself and Club Aero as I can. I close my eyes as I continue to walk forward, biting my lip as I struggle to keep myself from crying. I don't know where I'm going. I just need to go. Anywhere but here. After a few blocks, I spot a small bar tucked between two buildings, a red neon sign that says Denny's. It's quiet, dimly lit, nothing like the chaos of the club. Perfect... I step inside and head straight for the bar, glancing around and noticing that the bar is virtually empty, which is completely strange, especially on a Friday night... I stumble to the bar counter, where the bartender raises an eyebrow as I sink onto a stool. "What'll it be?" He asks me as he stares at me with concern, just as I place my purse on the counter. "Something strong, very strong..." I mutter, fishing my wallet and phone out of my purse. "Coming right up," he answers, throwing a towel over his shoulder right before he turns around and prepares something for me. I take a look at my phone and find about five missed calls from Elliot alone, and it makes me roll my eyes and scoff, right before I shove my phone back into my purse and hold my head in my hands. This was really supposed to be a fun night... A moment later, a glass appears in front of me, and I open my eyes to amber liquid swirling inside. "Scotch. Neat. Vintage." He tells me just as I nod at him and grab hold of the glass, shooting it back in one go and wincing as it burns its way down my throat, letting out a shaky breath after. "Another please..." I ask him just as he watches me carefully, but right before he is about to pour another for me, I notice his gaze diverts to something else... or in this case, someone else... "You look like you've had quite the night." A voice calls out, smooth and deep, with a hint of an accent, maybe Italian American. I slowly glance to my left and nearly forget how to breathe once my eyes land on the person next to me... The man standing right next to me is gorgeous. Dark hair that's slightly messy, sharp cheekbones, a suit that looks perfect and expensive, and cologne so strong it intoxicates me. He's watching me with an amused expression, his lips curved into a faint smirk as he eyes me. I can barely feel my legs as he stares back at me. He is quite literally the most handsome man I've ever laid eyes on. Looks like danger just walked in, and it looks like I'm about to embrace it...