In The Arms Of My Mother's Fiance

Chapter 1 - The Reckless Move

Nina's POV:

“Girl, loosen up.” Cara, my best friend since high school, nudged at my shoulders as we worked on the last set of customers’ orders.

“I'm trying to.” I replied, but I know I wasn't trying. I was still very much stuck on what I caught my boyfriend doing the same day I had turned 21. He was sleeping with another girl when he had lied that he was occupied with some work.

I had gone to his apartment to spend time with him after my shift at the bar, only to see just how deep he was buried in another girl’s cunt.

It hurt badly.

“Nah Nina, you ain't trying. You need good s*x. Someone who is capable of taking to the stars and back.” Cara said to me while her eyes scanned the bar. We both worked as a bartender, and sometimes we do the waitress job.

“Cara!” I whisper-yelled, feeling my face heat up at the thought of having another man, a stranger, having s*x with me with no strings attached.

To be honest, it has always been one of my fantasies.

“Do you know how many of our customers ask me for your number every night?” Cara asked me, and I blushed.

“Girl, you know you're a hot cake. Forget about that douchebag and live freely for once. You are not a nun bound to a covenant.” She chuckled.

“Yes ma!” I saluted her and laughed.

“Your ex doesn't deserve you, Nina. Try and snag someone tonight. You know this is your last night working here as you'll be leaving for California soon, so make the best of it.” She advised and I nodded, knowing I should really let myself feel free for once.

I tried to focus back on my work until all the customers left. The hours blurred by that I didn't even know it was just a few minutes to midnight.

There was a push to the front door, signaling that a new customer just arrived. And that would be our last customer for the night, but it was Cara’s turn to tend to the last person.

“Oh my goodness, Nina, look over there,” my best friend had nudged my shoulders, causing me to look up, “He's the perfect man to do the job.” She whispered as my eyes settled on a tall buff man that just walked into the bar, heading straight to me as if he was on a mission to get me on all fours, because I would with no questions asked.

“Why is he walking towards me?” I asked Cara, but when I looked to my side, she was already grabbing her bag to leave. Damn, this girl will put me into trouble.

“Have fun, Nina. Tell me all about your first one-night stand tomorrow.” She whispered and waved at me as she headed out of the dim lit bar with a slow jazz song playing in the background.

“Good evening,” The man said to me with a polite smile that was nothing but sexy. His voice was velvety and raspy, almost like a low growl that was capable of awakening the fiery desires inside of me. He has that latino feature that was making me want to squeal like a schoolgirl who just saw her crush from just how perfect-looking he is.

I could already feel the heat steaming between my legs, almost making me pant without doing anything. What then will happen if he touches me?

“Scotch on the rocks, please. Two rocks.” He said, and that was when I realized that I've been staring blatantly at him like a freaking pervert.

“Sorry. Got it.” I quickly said, turning around in embarrassment to grab the scotch bottle from the bar shelf.

His deep blue eyes were like a magnet that hooked my soul. Like a trance I couldn't break free from. He was a menace to my being without even doing much.

“It's okay to stare.” I heard that deep voice almost whisper from behind me, I could have dropped the bottle if my grip wasn't tight enough.

‘Breathe’. I internally told myself.

Being alone with this man at such an hour of the night will do me more bad than good. But I was so ready to get reckless.

As I turned around back to face him, and wanted to ask what he meant by that statement, my lips suddenly couldn't move when I saw the dark look that had settled on his face.

His lower lip was stuck between his teeth as his gaze never left my body. He didn't hide just how fascinated he is by my body. I had that good curvy shape and I was proud to have a body like that. And today, I was dressed in a white v-neck cropped top with a denim short skirt.

“I can't stop staring either.” He said to me as I poured his drink and served it to him. His hands grazed mine as he was about to lift the cup up to his mouth.

It felt like a tingling spark that shot up my arm, and went down my body, only to settle in my core, causing me to get wetter.

Damn it. This man either knew what he was doing. Or my body just can't help but melt for him. He was drop-dead gorgeous with the way his shirt wasn't fully buttoned up and the way his jet black hair was styled backwards.

And since I already made the decision to get reckless, there's absolutely no hurt in returning the flirtatious actions.

With a sheepish smile on my face, I folded my arms under my big perky boobs and rested it on the bar counter top, pushing up my breast and revealing my cleavage to him.

“Then we both don't mind staring.” I let out in a sultry tone that I knew could work well on him. I hope I was having the same effect he's having on me, on him.

He took a sip of his drink and slowly licked his lips clean, his gaze never leaving my cleavage.

“Or you wanna touch ‘em?” I asked in a teasing tone, but I meant it. I was going to be for once, that wild girl my mother doesn't want me to be. I've been stuck in a relationship that I was doing all the work, I didn't realize until I saw what I saw last week.

He was barely invested in our relationship.

So now, I'm just going to have a good fun time with an absolute stranger. A stranger I'll never meet again because I'll be leaving Texas to California in just a few days.

“You don't mind?” He asked cautiously.

I poured myself a full shot of scotch and downed it in a go. I needed that alcohol boost for the things I'm about to do tonight.

“I don't.” I replied confidently, and walked around the bar, heading towards where he was seated.

“Are you sure you want this?” He asked once I reached where he was sitting.

Instead of replying to his question, I leaned down and pressed my soft cleavage to his face.

And I knew there was no going back from this moment that I decided to make such a bold move.