One Drink Too Many

Bella’s Pov

I'm Bella, a 20-year-old college student. I was adopted from an orphanage when I was 5 years old because the couple that took me in couldn't have children of their own. I don't remember much about my past, but I have two amazing parents Terissa and Ronald, who took care of me and sent me to college. Even though they are not wealthy, they make sure I do not need anything. I didn't have to do any part-time jobs to get funds so all I can do is get good grades so they can be proud of me. When I was in high school I met a wonderful friend, Alissa. She is from a middle-class family. She always kept to herself until I finally spoke to her. She and I enrolled in the same college and have been inseparable since then. We live in the same dorm room.

It was Saturday, 6:00 in the evening when my phone rang. I picked it up and answered drowsily. My best friend Alissa’s voice came through the phone.

“Bella, are you still sleeping? I thought you would be awake,” she said shouting.

“Shit, I forgot we had plans for tonight. I was tired from all the homework and fell asleep. Give me at least 30 minutes,” I replied.

I hurried and got showered and put on a blue tank top, black leather jacket and pants. When I put them on, I realised it was too tight, but I couldn't take them off. I grabbed my leather boots and ran out the door. There she was standing beside her car.

“What do we have here?” She whistled, looking at me, and I blushed.

“I didn't have any more time to change,” I said.

“Why would you though? You're looking smoking hot,” she said teasingly.

“Alright, enough teasing. Where are we going? You didn't tell me,” I said, changing the topic.

“It's a surprise,” she replied. “You know I hate surprises, Lissa”, I said.

“I know, but this will be worth it,” she said, getting in the car, and I followed.

20 minutes later

We pulled up to a club.

“Lissa, what is this?” I asked, confused.

“Isn't it obvious, we're going dancing. We will probably meet two cute guys and get laid tonight. Who knows?” she said, dragging me out of the car.

“But I can't dance, Lissa, and you know this,” I said.

“It's my third time doing this, so you will be just fine,” she replied, trying to reassure me, but it wasn't working.

She dragged me into the club and pulled me over to the bartender. “Let's have a drink, it will probably give you a little courage.”

“Give me two of your strongest shots, please”, she signals to the bartender.

“I’m a lightweight when it comes to alcohol,” I said.

“I know that's why I'm doing this so you can get courageous and stop acting like a chicken,” she said teasingly.

“Stop teasing me,” I said, pouting and she laughed.

“Here you go, ladies”, the bartender handed us the tequila, and I downed it in one go.

“Damn, that burns”, I complained, and Lissa looked at me, astonished.

“Well girl, how are you feeling?” She asked and I groaned. “I feel like shit. Let's get this night over and done with,” I replied.

She dragged me out to the dance floor and started dancing. I don't know how a shot could give me so much confidence but I started dancing as well. We started to bring attention to ourselves. Lissa got pulled away by a tall handsome guy. She looked at me and winked but I couldn't care less. I just continued dancing until I felt a hand on my stomach and someone pressing against my back. I was about to turn around, then he pressed against me even harder, and I could feel his dick rubbing against my ass. I was startled, I didn't even know what to do next. He whispered in my ear to continue dancing, and I did. I started to grind on him and he groaned. He dragged my hand and spun me around to face him. I looked up to see a tall, handsome man with black hair and chiselled jawlines. He was breathtaking.

“Want to go for a drink?” he asked, snapping me out of my daze. He dragged me towards the bartender and lifted me up on one of the seats.

“Sure, but please note this would be my second drink,” I said.

“And you look so tipsy already?” He said, smiling.

“I'm lightweight, so I don't drink often,” I added.

“Is that so?” he said, looking at me in a daze. He raised his hand to signal for the bartender to come over.

“Alex, my usual and a margarita for…” he said looking at me.

“Bella,” I said. “For Bella,” he added.

“Roger that,” Alex said.

“So your name is Bella. That's a beautiful name. I'm Gabriel, nice to meet you,” he said, looking at me, smiling.

I smiled back at him and said, “Nice to meet you too.”

His phone started ringing and he groaned. “I have to answer this, can you wait a bit? I will be back,” he said and I nodded. He walked away and I turned back to Alex. He handed me my drink and told me he was going to serve another customer and walked off. A message appeared on my phone:

Lissa

“I'm going to leave, you enjoy yourself with Mr Cutie *wink*”

I turned off the phone and was about to drink when someone came up to me trying to strike up a conversation. I looked at him, rolled my eyes and turned back and focused on my drink, but little did I know the guy slipped something in my drink. I took a big gulp, and all of a sudden, I felt dizzy. I tried to stand but I was pulled from my seat. I tried to break free but my effort was futile. I was about to scream but he covered my mouth and pulled me to a secluded room in the club. He dragged me into a room and threw me on the bed.