Chapter 2

                    Chloe's POV

The Neon sign was bright, bright enough for me to see from the distance.

*Comfort Bar* it read, it was the only place I could go to and not be reminded of how my life just plunged into a dark hole.

With tears still streaming down my face and a headache that could blind me at any given time, I walked all the way to the bar.

"What can I offer you ma?" The bartender asked as soon as I sat down on the stool close to him.

"Something strong enough to make me pass out for a day or two, something that will help me forget what I'm going through."

He looked at me like I had developed horns, but I knew his job description didn't allow him to probe further.

"Coming right up." He said instead and disappeared under the desk.

I sighed and looked around the bar. It was my first time at one and looked nothing like I had expected. There was a dance floor for people who wanted to do more than shake their head to the music.

"Here Ma." He said and slid the glass across the table to where I sat. I raised the glass to my mouth, the smell almost Making me puke.

Squeezing my face, I emptied the content into my mouth, the liquid burning my insides as it went down my throat.

"Can I have another?" I said giving him back the glass.

He gave me a questionable look but said nothing.

"Here."

I took the second glass and then a third. It felt like I was floating, everyone looked funny.

"Do you know why I'm out here tonight?" I asked the bar man who was attending to other customers.

"My father is giving me out to someone I barely know as a wife, Ironic right? That's my story. Want to hear the plot twist, I'm actually engaged to someone and guess what I found? My boyfriend who I was ready to run away with if my dad kept pushing for my marriage to someone other than him–" I belched.

"I found him in bed with someone else." I said, my words coming out with a slur.

"That's awful." I heard a female voice say. "But maybe you should listen to your father, he might have seen all this coming." She continued.

"I doubt that but–" I paused mid sentence when I noticed him.

He was tall, his hair covering the side of his face, I was tipsy so I couldn't make out his face but his physique was good enough to leave me staring.

"Him? You shouldn't be around someone like that. Your fiance is probably a tip of the iceberg compared to that man, he has the ladies dancing to his tune." t

The lady said probably noticing how long I had been staring at the man that just came in.

I took a sip from his drink. "Maybe his tune might be my favorite song." I said and followed him to the distance floor making sure I was close to him.

The DJ had switched the songs and the dancefloor was now filled with bodies rubbing each other to the rhythm of the sound.

Everywhere smelled of alcohol, sweet and sex but it made my adrenaline rush.

Without thinking, I moved close to him, he turned and my breath caught in my throat.

I relaxed when I felt his hands around my waist, slowly moving my body close to his, I moved in too, meeting every movement.

It felt good, it felt nice, I didn't want to stop, we continued dancing till he brought his head down and kissed my neck I froze.

It felt like an alarm had ticked in my head, I wanted to run, slowly I lifted my head to look at him, a big mistake.

 My legs stood rooted in the same position, his eyes drawing me in. Slowly, my hands circled his neck as his lips came down to claim mine.

                               ~•~

I woke up the next morning with a banging headache, every movement of my body made me wince in pain.

I had woken up to the sound of my phone ringing "Hello Dad, Good morning." I greeted sitting up.

"Where are you? I'm in your room right now and you're not here? I hope you have gone to see that riffraff."

"Dad, he's not–" I paused when the memories of last night came flooding back. 

That bastard was the reason I had woken up with a bad headache, he was the reason I spent the night with a stranger.

A stranger? I finally remembered him, looking to the left part of the bed, I saw him sleeping peacefully.

"Hurry up and come back home, you're getting married today." He said and ended the call.

What did he mean by that? Who's getting married?

I stood up and dressed up quietly, the last thing I wanted was to wake him up. Looking at his handsome face for the last time, I closed the door behind me.

It was fun and we would probably not see each other again.

                              ~•~

"Go upstairs and change" we'll be leaving in an hour's time." My father said immediately I entered the living room.

"What for Dad?" I asked, confused.

"You're getting married today, the guests are already in the church, we don't want to run late." He said and turned to leave.

"Why are you doing this father? I told you that I don't want to marry him, I'm not going anywhere with you."

He turned to look at me "If I were you, I would go upstairs and do as I say. You think I didn't know Lucas cheated last night?" 

I stood up immediately "How did you know?"

"I had someone trail you to his place, that bastard was beating up and he has vowed to destroy you publicly, go get change so you can be ahead of him."

I stood there, unable to move, everything was going wrong, it felt like I was being moved without my permission, my fate had already been decided.

"Okay Father."I replied, my heart sinking to my stomach.