One night stand with the billionaire ceo

The rain poured down heavily non stop.

It has been raining for about an hour ago like a reminder of the incident that occurred few hours ago.

Mia rested her forehead against the corner of the window , her breathing was heavy but she tried to calm her by staring at the city below.

Her arms were wrapped tightly around a photo frame that she has kept for years.

In the photo, Marcus was smiling, his arm draped casually around her shoulders.

Marcus.

Just few hours ago, Mascus has called her and announced their break up.

At first, Mia thought that it was just a prank since that's what they usually do to tease each other.

But hell she was wrong.

At first she thought that something happened that made him to be upset or maybe he was drinking but it was all wrong.

Just about an hour of announcing their break up , her so called lover I*******m page lit up with multiple photos of her boyfriend and another girl.

At first she wanted to call him and scream her lungs out but then she finally rethinked. Afterall it'll make her stupid and make her look like a love sick puppy which would make Mascus look down on her more.

" She's really pretty ". Mia gritted her teeth afterall she couldn't deny the fact that the woman in the photo was ugly.

The woman in the photo was dressed in a white designers gown with high heels and her make up was top notch.

After sulking for about an hour she finally made up her mind.

" I just got dumped ". She thought outloud.

" I guess it's natural to do what heart broken usually does. It's high time I have some alcohol ". She thought.

Without hesitation, Mia booked a cab and drove to the nearest bar that was about thirty minute drive.

As soon as car stopped she instantly stepped out and pay the fees.

The instant she entered, a lot of gazes all turned towards her.

Mia was slightly shaken since most of the men were staring too hard with a wicked grin on their faces.

" I'm having a bad feeling about this ". She muttered to herself.

Yet she still took a seat across the room.

" Please mam. What do you care for ". The bartender asked.

"Whatever is strongest," she said, her voice raspy. "And keep them coming."

The bartender gave her a quick, assessing look, nodded, and slid a glass of amber liquid across the glass table.

He first brought a bottle of strong wine.

Without hesitation, Mia poured the glass to the brim with wine.

Without hesitation, she gulped everything.

Her eyes began to water due to the harshness of the wine.

She continued to pour herself more glass of wine without a care in the world.

She only want one thing.

" I just want to drown away my sorrows with these afterall that's the only way I can forget ". She thought .

While she was drinking to stupor. She didn't notice the two men who had been standing near the pool tables twenty feet away, watching her pull bill after bill from her purse to pay the bartender.

The taller one had a faded scorpion tattoo creeping up the side of his neck, his leather jacket worn at the elbows. The shorter one had his hair combed back and heavy gold rings on his knuckles. They had been whispering for the last twenty minutes, their eyes repeatedly darting to the lonely woman drinking alone in the back, her designer purse sitting half-open on the bench.

"Hey there, sweetheart," a coarse voice suddenly broke through Mia's thoughts.

Mia blinked, trying to focus her hazy vision. The man with the neck tattoo had slid into the booth right beside her, blocking her against the wall. The second man stepped up to the end of the table, leaning his heavy hands on the table effectively trapping her inside.

"Looks like you're having a rough night," the neck-tattooed man said, his breath reeking of beer and tobacco. He slid an arm along the back of the leather bench, hovering inches from her shoulder. 

"A pretty girl like you shouldn't be drinking by herself in a place like this."

Mia’s pulse spiked, yet she tried to control her conciseness.

 "I'm... I'm fine," she stammered, pulling her shoulder away and pressing herself against the wall. "I was just leaving."

She reached out to grab her purse and her box of belongings, but the man with the gold rings slid the box out of her reach, grinning with yellowed teeth.

"No need to rush off so soon," the second man said softly, leaning closer. "You've had a lot to drink. You can barely stand up, girl. Why don't we give you a ride home? We've got a car parked right outside in the alley."

"No," Mia said, her voice trembling now, the fog in her brain clearing just enough for cold panic to set in. She tried to slide out of the booth, but the man beside her grabbed her forearm with a grip like iron.

"Don't be rude," he murmured, his fingers digging into her bruised skin as he began to physically haul her up from the seat. "We're just being good neighbors. Come on."

Mia opened her mouth to shout for the bartender, but the shorter man stepped in close, blocking the sightline of the main bar area, while the man holding her arm pulled her roughly toward the dark emergency exit corridor at the back of the building. Her knees buckled, her heels sliding uselessly on the slick floor.

"Let go of me!" she gasped, trying to pull back, but her muscles felt like water.

The exit door creaked open.

Cold night air slammed into her face as the man pulled her .

"Keep your mouth shut and nobody gets hurt," the man growled, shoving her back against the brick wall.

Mia’s back slammed hard against the cold walls. She opened her mouth to scream, but a heavy, calloused hand clapped violently over her lips, cutting off her breath entirely.