CHAPTER TWO: HANDSOME STRANGER

My head buzzed with warmth and euphoria, as the light from the club dazzled in my vision, along with sending a fuzzy kind of feeling inside of me.

I have never felt this free in my whole twenty-three years of being on this earth, and it felt intoxicating.

My eyes roamed around taking in the almost naked girls on the dance floor as I searched for Tracy.

She dispersed a while ago, probably in between our fifth shot or was it the seventh, I can’t really remember any more.

“gotcha,”I muttered in happiness, when my eyes finally landed on her.

She stood extremely close to a neatly dressed man in a suit, his blond hair sticking out of place, like someone had run their hand through them continuously, and I did not need to guess who, from the way Tracy continuously rubbed her body against his in her poor act of dancing.

“Tracy!” I called out to her doubting she could hear me, as I made my way towards her, my eyes never straying away in fear that I might lose her, then it would be extremely hard to find her again.

“Ouch,”I shouted in shock, when I slammed into a wall, only to pause when I felt a liquid dripping down my open shoulders confirmed it was not a wall but rather a person, a strong thick person.

“I am sorry, oh my God!

I’m so sorry, I was not paying attention, Please let me make it up to you, I can buy…” I paused when I looked up to stare at intense green eyes peering down at me, my mouth opened to say something, or maybe to continue my plea but nothing came through, so I shut it again, feeling stupid.

My eyes took in his glorious features, green eyes, looking dark and intimidating under the lights, and the way they stared at my face sent a certain kind of tingling sensation through me, down to my core—one that I have never experienced. His full red lips pulsed in a way that looked like he was smirking, but the pinching, and slight crease in his brows said otherwise.

Down to his thick, muscular body clad in a black suit to his jet black hair, sleek behind like he came to an office rather than a club, and honestly he looked like every woman’s wet dreams.

A tick sound made my eyes snap to the watch on his hands, which looked like some limited edition Rolex, and that clearly stating that he was not poor, and added to the thrill of this stranger.

“Does my watch fascinate you?” His deep baritone voice came, making my eyes snap to his beautiful ones once more, as my brain finally registered what he said.

“Huh?..”I stuttered like a fool, inwardly cursing my lack of composure, his voice sent an undescribed pleasure through me, as I clenched my thighs.

He looked perfect, the kind of man Xavier would be jealous of, and that’s exactly what I needed—who I needed to take my virginity.

I should have listened to Tracy when she said I should dress sexy, but I cannot be at fault. I hardly had any good clothes, all the money I make goes into my mother’s medical expenses, and barely enough is left for myself, so clothes were not my number one priority.

Now I regret it, because I definitely look like a beggar in where he stands. I doubt he goes for women like me, when I finally meet a man close to perfection and then I realize—I am definitely not his type. How on earth am I possibly going to get him to take my virginity.

“How are you going to make it up to me?” He asked, his lips tipping up in a smirk, as he watched me.

His eyes never strayed away, even a little bit; instead he watched me, like I was the most interesting thing in the room, and that sent nervousness cracking through me—I had never had anybody look at me like that.

“I can buy you a drink,” I said, the only rational thing I could think of.

Now his lips widened into a full blown smile like I said something funny or ridiculous.

“You want to buy me a drink?” He asked, his dark green eyes remained on me, gleaming with amusement and some indescribable emotion.

“Lead the way baby girl,” he said, his voice somehow sounded darker, and I felt pleasure pull in my core.