Chapter 4

CHAPTER FOUR.

A Night to Remember 

Katherine's POV 

The cup slipped exactly on my cloth as he grasped it from me, the contents pouring on the floor. 

  

I looked up to see who did that and maybe that would be the end of finding who to pour the whole anger on.

At his gaze, I was speechless; he looked so handsome.

I wasn't falling in love with him I was just admiring his look and how neat he looks.

Now he reminds me of Felix again, I was about to ask, “What do you want”? But he was faster than I on this account.

I wanted the shots for a few things; I wanted it to make me feel cold out there and, at the same time, make me forget about the sorrows of the day.

“Hi, it looks like you are having a bad day,” He asked me.

Was he sent or did he miss his route home, those were the whispers in my mind.

His words touched me but I am not used to creating an emotional environment with a stranger.

All I did was fix my gaze on him without saying a word then he continued saying “Life can be unpleasant you know but you have to brace up for yourself”

 I felt those words in me, and at the point of my wanting to brace up, I broke down completely in tears.

I was seriously sobbing as he brought out his wallet, paid for the first shot, and asked if the bartender would be able to sell the rest of the shot to the next customer.

Seems I caught the attention of the bartender, all she said was “You can go, please take care of her”

I felt love again, even if it was coming from the least set of people I expected, and even in the odd location.

The noise was so disturbing, and he could notice that I was not comfortable. All he did was hold my hand and take me outside the club.

The breeze was blowing so hard and I was extremely cold that I could not talk without gnashing my teeth together.

I wanted a more comfortable abode to stay and feel warm as it should be.

He looked at me and pulled off his jacket, collected mine, and held it in his left hand.

I loved his heart of kindness as much as it was all I needed at the moment and there were no strings attached.

“Where is the route to your home? I can help you get there,” he finally spoke outside the club.

I looked at him and, to avoid thinking that I was demanding so much, I said, “I will be fine here, thank you for the hospitality”.

I was heartbroken, and I wished I could tell him all that had happened, not because I wanted him to be attached to me, but because I just wanted someone to speak to.

“Talk to me, don't make yourself excessively uncomfortable, what do you want?” he asked me and I saw all the seriousness on his face.

He seems like an angel who is coming to my rescue during my downtime.

I was holding my bag tight in my hand until he collected it from me.

At first, I was so scared thinking he might want to rob me and take what belonged to me, but what worse can happen than what Diana had done?

I wholeheartedly released the bag to him and I felt a bit comfortable around him.

He asked the question again, “Where would you like to go?” He looked at me.

It looks like he is bothered about something but doesn't want to speak about it.

I understand that two wrongs don't make a right.

“I can take you home if you don't mind.” He was interested in where I wanted to end up that night. I finally told him what exactly was on my mind.

“I don't want to go home, I want a place of warmth, a place of relief a little bit of adventure”

I took a deep breath after talking and I wasn't expecting him to say he had a solution.

He looked at me and smiled. “I have an abode where I chill whenever I want to, so do you mind coming with me?”

I agreed to come along with him as much for my betterment.

He certainly looks like someone who isn't too friendly, just as my intuition would paint it, but at the same time, I wouldn't want to say it's true because of my emotional imbalance.

In everything we were doing, I forgot to ask for his name, and he didn't bother to ask for mine. Finally, we got to a location he called his “calm chilling arena”.

I felt so good entering the place, it was just as though it was a place specially made for therapy.

“Wow, this is beautiful, you know,” I said to him, then I remembered that I didn't know his name.

I didn't want to ask directly. He only helped me. I don't need to feel so entitled to his personality.

He noticed the break in my speech and he said “My name is Dave, you can call me that as well”

I looked at him and said “Thanks, you can call me Katherine as well”

In the long run, there was no amount of chemistry between us, we were just being kind to each other as we stayed together.

“I feel so comfortable around you, I don't know why, and at the same time no one is used to this place except me”

He said as he walked a few steps away from me but I moved closer to him back

I wasn’t sure if it was the intoxication of the alcohol I drank but I knew I was sober. “Can you please fuck me?”

The word coming from me was somehow, he moved in closer to me, “Are you sure?” His eyes held some unsure emotions. 

I didn't wait for him to think about it before crashing my lips on his, he reciprocated with the same heat, carrying me in his arms, walking towards the room. 

Whether or not I’ll regret it, will be up to him.