Chapter 5

Katherine's POV

The last thing I wanted to do was come to a club and sit at the bar while every opposite sex in the room stared at me like I was some sweet cake they were all competing to grab with any chance they got.

One of the men finally found the courage to approach me and Elle. His eyes didn't look elsewhere but in my direction. Elle eyes beamed towards the direction of the cute dude, she winked at me. But I barely found the guy attractive as he approached me in his crazy jeans and long sleeved striped shirt.

“Hello sexy.”

“I'm not interested.”I said bluntly, seeping the drink in my hand.

His eyes widened, a silly smirk on his lips. “I didn't even say anything…”

“You know I'm some kind of a psyche and I know what men like you want even before they come close.”

The young man just glared at me, disappointment etched on his face, he backed away from the counter, going into the crowd again.

Elle glared at me with a shocked gaze,“Katherine Willow. That was so rude of you…And badass too.” Her previous expression changes into a smile as she raises her drink in the air. We cheered.

“I want to go home, Elle.”

“No, not yet Katherine.” she pretended to cry. “You need to celebrate after everything you've been through with your stupid ex husband. And you promised to have fun tonight.”

She was right. I made a promise to do this with her. On the bright side, I was finally a free single woman again and I could drink to stupor and fuck whoever for tonight.

But after tonight, I was going to crack my brain in every possible way to get my family's wealth and influence back on track.

Elle tapped me on my lap, interrupting my thoughts. “You should fuck someone you know.” She said, I scoffed. “You're drunk Elle.”

She flung her hand in the air, nonchalant. “I want you… to have that experience one last time before you begin the serious business, revenge phase.”

She stopped talking, turning around as she lurked eyes on the hot Dj. “As for me, I want to fuck that guy.” she hummed softly

“Elle?”I tried to stop her from getting down from the stool but at the same time I kept smiling as she began reapplying her lip gloss. “How do I look?” She asked, giving me a little fashion parade, twirling her slim waist from left to right.

“You look beautiful, Elle. But certainly not a spec for the DJ.”

“Who cares, Katherine. It's just for tonight and we are back to hating men by tomorrow morning.” she put back the lipgloss in her bag and moved closer to me as she took my hand dramatically. “Promise me, you'll find a man and fuck him tonight.”

I felt embarrassed now, I glanced over at the bar man who looked a bit intuitive. “Go have fun, Elle. I'll be here waiting.”

She finally let my hand go and walked towards the dancing crowd. “Fuck someone, okay?” She called out to me.

I shook my head, smiling as I watched her leave in dancing steps. I drowned down the remnant of vodka in the glass. I turned my head down, the sharp taste had hit hard, causing a headache.

“A glass of vodka please, and another for the lady.” I heard a masculine voice beside me. As I lifted up my head to see a man seated comfortably on Elle's seat.

For a moment I was infatuated by his blue ocean eyes which glowed towards my direction but then I realized. I've met him before.

“You again?”

“Me?”

“Yes you. The same man who almost got me and my friend killed earlier today.”

“Really?” He casually said, taking up his served drink from the counter, “Are you sure I'm that same guy or you are just too drunk?” he sipped his drink and watched me at the same time.

He dropped down his glass and I looked deeper into his eyes as if I were hallucinating. “You look just like the bastard.” I said, turning my gaze away as I took up my drink.

The young man chuckled. “The Bastard? That's quite a harsh word.”he muttered.

“What do you want? You're here buying me a drink, talking to me. If you want my number, you can just ask.”

“Would you really give me your number?”

“No.”I smiled at him, sipping my drink.

He chuckled again, “You got me there.” He paused for a moment just staring at me. “Can I ask for something else then?”

“What? You want to fuck me?”

His brows crinkled together in a way, like he found my words ridiculous.

“Yes, I want to fuck you.” he said lustfully, dropping his drink on the counter and in one go he carried me up from the stool and into his arms I went, like a drunk baby. I was stunned and speechless, everything about him made my titties tingle in a different and exciting way.

I couldn't resist or struggle, instead I clasped tightly to his strong muscular arms, watched his neutral expression as he carried me all the way, through the crowd and into a fancy hotel room.

He laid me gently on the bed. And my slit, short dress was halfway opened so that my red panties were showcasing themselves. The young man bent down in front of me, taking control as he parted my legs and took off my panties. He began to savour everywhere in between my legs like it were a lollipop.

I moaned, and then as I felt his teeth bite into my flesh, I moaned more painfully.

He paused, taking the advantage to stare into my eyes again as I glared into his, panting a little.

“I’m only eating your titties. I've not even started fucking you properly.” He said, in a very romantic and mysterious way.

I was still dumbstruck. I pulled him on top of me. “Have me in any way you please.”I managed to whisper into his ears.

“Gladly.” He set his lips into mine, devouring my tongue as I savoured every taste of alcohol in his mouth. My want for him grew and tonight was going to get way crazier.