Chapter 1: Hot one-night stand.
Elisa's POV
"You dare not!" Mom yelled at the top of her voice as she sparked the wall, revealing the lines it's made, but my hands were already folded with a frown; I couldn't possibly turn into a good one.
"Mom, let her be. Always a brat." Emily ran her mouth like she owned the conversation, I stood there watching them lay insults on me.
Nothing could have paused that; Dad was never at home, and now this…
I rose from the seat, tore a glare, and strode toward the door. My wrist suddenly got held, almost ripping off the skin I had left.
"What?" my voice pumped out as I turned, only to glance at Emily, who squeezed my wrist with a dead smirk that reminded me of my position here.
"What? Are you blind?" A sharp pain pierced through my hand as I screamed, almost gasping.
But instead, Mom stood there, eyes clocking at me like I wasn't a thing. She sighed, ignored, and walked, sat on the sofa, close to the TV.
"Stop!" Almost free, I wriggled out, but not until her phone buzzed, gave me a free sign, as I ran faster toward the door, twisted the handle, and ran outside.
The fresh breeze clenched down my throat, those heavy tears flew out, like it awaited my escape.
My whole hands were folded with my teeth grinding from the coldness; maybe I wasn't meant for them.
I fastened my steps as my eyes roamed around for their presence.
Suddenly, the music blasted through my ears—that hip-pop music I had never experienced listening to.
The sound pulled me into moving my body, tapping my fingers as I walked across the place.
"Darkened Night Club." My eyes fixed on it; maybe I needed it, or maybe I wasn't meant for it.
"Move!" My body moved, almost stumbling as a lady brushed her shoulders against mine, hands wrapped around her red mini bag, in a short blue gown almost to her thighs.
I stood there, staring, already picturing how I would look on it, with my hands roaming toward my knees.
A few minutes passed; I tightened my grip on my phone and walked inside. The AC slapped through my wet face, drying off those tears I wished not to.
Eyes perched on them, everyone moved their bodies like they were meant for this world.
"Shit!" My legs almost buckled as I rushed toward the bar side. Unable to move another step, sat there, eyes fixed on the bartender, and got busy with the glasses.
Suddenly, he paused, gaze fixed on me, as he moved a little closer. Almost half of his shirt, revealing his ox tattoo as he smirked.
"Hello beautiful,"
My brain paused, eyes still fixed on that hairy chest.
"Hey?" He waved in front of my face, almost to poke my eyes. I sat there, lips snatched open but stitched back.
"Umm, I…"
"It's alright; do you need anything?"
"What?" My eyebrows widened.
"I meant the drinks," A small laugh tugged as he stared, lowering a little, our breaths clenched against each other.
"Oh, that. Yes, I'll need something strong."
He smiled; without a word, those eyes said a lot. He walked to the counter and started his magic. I sat there admiring every move he made, from the wine he poured to the liquid substance he dropped in.
"Done." He rolled the glass to me; his hand moved forward, eyes perched at me, my breath hitched.
It's a dream, right?
He suddenly stopped, ran his fingers into his hair, and got busy with other customers.
I rolled my seat toward the crowd, and watched them have the best moments.
"Dad…" The word slipped out, almost wrenching me from my thoughts.
An hour gone, still on that spot. Just then, my vision swayed. I tried staring at my wine glass, unable to detect where it was as it slipped off, smashing to the ground.
"What the fuck?" A man's voice pulled out, his eyes already devouring me to death.
"I'm…sorry." I stood up, unable to balance, brushing past people as I made my way toward the corner, down to the hallway.
The light was dim, and everywhere felt dark; maybe my eyes were lying. A group of ladies walked past me and pushed me with their arms, my face almost swollen as I headed toward the bathroom.
Unable to twist the doorknob, people stared with confused looks.
I sighed, held my phone, and walked forward.
For an hour, my legs itched, unable to make another move. My body rested on a door, with a smile tugged out.
"Oh, finally." I turned and twisted the door handle, only for it to make a crack sound while it opened.
"Oh, shit. I can't wai—" My jaw clutched down, eyes perched on him. The man who could commanded the earth to move, he kept on riding her, leaving her breathless.
The other lady stared at me, jumped out of the bed, hands trembling, face almost burned out.
"I'm sorry…" I rushed outside, hands already shutting the door.
Just then, a hand held the door, almost ripping it off. I stood there, eyes perched on him, those sexy eyes. Those lips—that made her gasp.
"You like that?" My whole body froze.
That voice…
My body moved a little back, eyes down, unable to utter those words. All I wanted was him, those touches, drove my body to want him more.
No… I can't.
Not him…
Not that…
My lips snapped shut, unable to say yes, even though I wanted to. He suddenly ran his fingers, warm like a sofa, as he moved them toward my face.
My breath hitched, unable to control. With a smirk, he pulled my face forward and placed a kiss.
The wet taste of cigarettes and sex, those sexy ones I always wished to taste.
Just then, my phone buzzed. Sweat rang down my palms, I paused, pulled my phone out, eyes lashes blinked at the message.
"You better get your ass here, now!"
"Ummm,"
"Are you okay?" His soft voice came out like he was reading me through those concerned eyes that pierced my skin.
"Yes."
I held his face and kissed him back.