Chapter Two

Chapter Two

Marguerite

The streets were filled with Christmas lights, yet I couldn’t bring myself to appreciate its beauty. I hugged myself, feeling stupid and sorry for myself all at once. I debated racing with my bike, and simply going to the bar where I worked.

I whipped out my phone, and dialed my friend’s number.

“911, what’s your emergency?” Vinn’s lazy drawl sounded from the other end.

“I need something hot.” I promptly replied.

“Me or a bottle of vodka?” He laughed.

“How soon can you get my bike over here? It’s parked at our garage. I’m at Jacob’s.” I clarified before he asked any other questions.

“Figured as much. And by my speculations, you wouldn’t have ridden out without your bike, except you’re aiming for a formal look. So, why are you leaving so soon?” He asked, and I could picture his arched brows.

“Stop being a smartass and get my bike over here, please. You know what? I’m heading back to work. Bring the bike there. I’ll turn on my live location now. I really need to clear my head.” I mumbled.

“Clear your head in a bar? Okay.” He chuckled. “I’m currently making out with this hot chick, but I should be there before you’re done ‘clearing your head.’” He said and hung up.

I turned on my live location, shared it to him, and made my way towards the rides’ stop down the road. I’d already visited Jacob countless times since the past two years we’d been dating to know almost everywhere in his neighborhood. Luckily, I spotted a car, and doubled my steps.

“Flutter Bar, please.” I said, as I got in.

…

Loud and gay music blasted all over as I approached the bar.

It was already a few minutes past one am. Two unsmiling men manned the entrance, but opened the door as I flashed them a smile, and handed them some dollar bills.

“Enjoy.” One of them said, still with an unsmiling face.

I nodded. That's what I had in mind to do. Stumbling on my boyfriend, sister and best friend in bed was not going to stop me at all. I ignored the little voice that reminded me that I was at the club to clear my head because of them. I made my way swiftly to the bar corner, and asked for a bottle of vodka. On second thought, I requested that gin and tonic be added to it.

“Vodka, gin and tonic, coming right up,” the bartender called out, and soon placed two large mugs before me. I didn’t hesitate before gulping down both contents simultaneously.

Just then, the image of Jacob groaning as he thrusted in and out of Clara flashed through my mind, and a gnawing pain clenched around my belly and unfurled through.

“Another glass,” I rasped, placing my cup hard on the table. The bartender nodded, but eyed me curiously.

“Hey, girl. Why are you here?” I heard Daphne ask from behind me, and I turned around. Daphne was my fellow waitress, and she was the only friend I had at work. I flashed her a grin. I was already getting tipsy.

“Just having fun.” I slurred.

“Boss is looking for an available girl. Would you like to meet him and ask what for?” She sat beside me, and I hesitated. Our boss—Sebastian—could be unbearable at times. In the end, curiosity won over, and after two more shots of gin, I headed to his office.

“Head to VIP Room one. We have a wealthy patron.” He said, immediately I walked into the air-conditioned office.

“I–” I opened my mouth to speak.

“You don’t have to do it if you don’t want to.” My boss added. I nodded and left his office.

I thought about Sebastian’s offer. I wasn’t ashamed of sex, neither was I a virgin. But the thought of having a one-night stand with a stranger… Okay, it was exciting. I was tempted to see who it was. If he was good-looking or not. Plus, it wouldn’t hurt to take a quick look. My legs were already on the move, before my brain was done catching up.

A chilly aura came from the side, and a feeling of fear gripped my heart. I turned around, and my jaw hung open.

Holy fucking shit. He was hot!

“Move,” he said condescendingly. I narrowed my eyes.

“The road is wide enough for everyone to pass.” I retorted. His lips pursed. I was trying to ignore the tingling feeling which was already spreading around my body. The stranger was seductively handsome. One of those men you couldn’t help but look at twice. And there was something to him that I couldn’t place, but it was alluring. The more I stole glances at his beautiful face, the more I wanted to go over and straddle him. I always prided myself on not being spontaneous, but there was something to this man that was out of the ordinary. When he wasn’t looking, I faced him fully, admiring his facial features. He had thin almond blue eyes and beautiful white hair. I’d never seen white hair executed so beautifully before. He was also pale, almost white, and was dressed in a full leather outfit, that made me wonder about his identity for a moment.

He was obviously not an average man. I parted my lips with the intention of excusing myself and heading to VIP room one as planned, but he beat me to it.

“Interesting,” He said.

I started to leave, but stumbled on my steps. Shit. The alcohol was taking effect. I tried again, and was about to stumble when the stranger caught my arm and I sucked in a breath.

“Let me help you. Come with me to my room.” He said. I was about to decline, when I paused. I came back to the bar to clear my head and forget about what had happened tonight. And what other better way was there to enjoy oneself on a Christmas Eve more than frolicking with a hot white-haired man in a leather outfit?

I nodded and placed my hand in his outstretched one. I jolted at the almost electrical pulse that moved through me. I was certain he felt it too, ‘cause his eyes narrowed for a moment before it went back to normal.

“You know what? Why don’t we go to a more secluded corner?” I suggested, holding his gaze. I was surprised at how impulsive I was acting. He towered above me by a few good inches. And I wasn’t short.

An intense look flashed across his eyes, and when he spoke this time, his voice was hoarse. “Mine.”