Chapter 2: Bumping Into Alpha Cain

Taylor's P.O.V

Almost thirty minutes after reaching Wreckers, Stacey's car pulls up, I wonder if they got lost on the way here or if they were pulled over by a cop for driving too slow.

'Good one,' my inner voice exclaims, laughing to which I don't reply.

"I almost fell asleep waiting on you guys,"

"Unlike you, people value their lives. Thank you very much." Dave snarkily replied.

"OH, you think I was talking to you cocksucker? Well I wasn't so go choke on a cock!"

"Geez! You don't have to be bitchy all the time" he whispered.

" And you don't have to speak to me, so I'd advise you to refrain from doing so."

'You don't have to be so mean to him' my inner girl looks at me and we laugh 'psych....he deserves it every time he opens his dirty ass mouth to talk to us.'

"Alright gay and girls, let's go find Malia and get this over with."

Dave opened his mouth to say something but shut it when I narrowed my eyes at him. We walked up to the guy at the entrance, and he saw me and just let us through. Like I said, rich spoiled kid ha. Nothing major. I'm just well known around here, and I'd say respected as well.

We found Malia already rubbing groins with a guy that I assume is a complete stranger to her, but she likes to think of herself as a chance taker. "Tay! You guys made it. " Her voice was really high-pitched even with the loud music blasting around us. It was also a bit slurry, alerting me that she had a few drinks before we got here.

She hugs me, and then we all make our way over to the bar. Some random drunk guy grabs my waist asking for a dance, to which I decline, politely I might add, but he insists that I dance with him and starts groping my ass. I elbow him in the stomach and turn to punch him straight in the nose.

I smirk, satisfied at the breaking sound, glad that I work out and do boxing routines daily because you never know, am I right, or am I right.

The man stumbles a little, then falls, holding his broken bleeding nose. All eyes are now on the little scene we made. "What the fuck are you all looking at!?" I snarl causing everyone to turn away and start dancing or whatever. Irritated that it hasn't even been a good five minutes and I've already caused a scene, I let the others know that I'm going to head to the bathroom to wash my hands and face to cool down.

Walking and examining the little bruise on my hand, I bump my head on a strong, sturdy wall with thick arms steadying me....wait what!?!? Arms!?!? Walls don't have arms... Do they!?!? Nursing my forehead and looking down I get a glimpse of shoes, black shiny shoes and looking up slowly I see a grey suit pants then a grey suit jacket with a white undershirt and a blueish grey tie.

'Who the fuck wears a jacket suit to a club!?'

'I'm wondering the same shit' I agree with my inner voice. Nevertheless, I let my gaze move upwards. I glimpse an inky tattoo on the left side of his neck that disappears beneath his shirt. This guy is giving off some powerful, bad boy aura that has me moistening between my legs. This has never happened to me before. I see strong cheekbones and a straight nose, and then I see his silky smooth black hair that I feel like running my fingers through.

'Get it together, Taylor! What is wrong with you!?' I scold myself internally. An audible gasp left my lips when my silver eyes met his olive-greyish ones, they are so mesmerizing I could get lost in them.

'Psst, hello! Stop staring like a lunatic!' My inner voice snaps me out of my trance.

"Umm... Oh,...sor... sorry. I'm sorry for bumping into you."

'Real smooth Taylor, real smooth' my inner girl mocks leaning on a wall with her arms folded over her chest, I just flip her off.

"What's your name neonata?" (baby girl)

Oh fuck he's Italian, that voice is so sexy.

'fuck me now' my inner girl says sultrily spreading her legs, 'shut it whore', 'I'm the whore now!? You're the one dripping wet from just the voice of a complete stranger.' I just roll my eyes because she's right.

I look at his face to see him staring at me with a raised brow. Oh, he asked me my name. "Taylor.Taylor Grey. I'm Taylor Grey" what the fuck is wrong with me I'm so out of it right now and this is definitely not me.

"Taylor," he repeats as if he's testing my name on his tongue. No one has ever said my name so sexily. I stare at him dumbfounded until his right palm caresses my left cheek, I jump from the sparks I feel when his hand makes contact with my skin.

'There's some weird voodoo shit going on right now,' my inner girl says, retreating under the bed. 'Yeah, hide away like a pussy' I scoff at her.

"Are you a stripper here, princess?" he asks with that panty dropping voice. I get angry when I come to the realization of what he just asked. "A stripper!? Do I look like a fucking stripper to you!?" my voice laced with venom. There's a smirk on his face that I'd very much enjoy punching off. "You're a fiesty little fireball, aren't you kitten? I'd love to see what that pretty little mouth of yours can do," "I'd rather show you what these pretty little fists can do to your stupid face, " I reply evilly at him.

Giving a cute dimpled smile, he says, "Easy there, tiger, it was just an honest mistake. After all, you are well equipped to have been one."

'OH My God Taylor, he has dimples' my inner girl fake faints on her bed, she's such a drama queen. Sighing, I roll my eyes at him. "Did Malia put you up to this cause if she did, I swear I'll....,"

"I have no idea who that is or what you're referring to." I glare at him for interrupting me.

'Rude much' inner me claims doing her nails.

"Then be gone," I state, walking around him to get to the bathroom. That was my original plan. I haven't taken five steps, and I was being pulled back by someone holding onto my wrist. "Your knuckle is bruised," he claims, staring at my hand that I punched the guy with.

"No shit Sherlock! Is there a reason why you're touching me? And what's with all the electricity?"

"You feel them too neonata?" he asks, I just roll my eyes. I've been rolling my eyes a lot lately.

"I'm Aiden Cain, but my friends call me Cain."

"And I care because...?"

"Because I'm your mate, and you belong to me!"