Chapter 2. Want to get revenge?

After the two of them left, I walked unsteadily out of the hotel, a reflection of the heartache that felt so palpable. The surroundings were a blur, hard to grasp. My mind told me the people I passed were looking at me scornfully. Or were they not? Oh my God, I can't control this situation!

My wild thoughts led me to enter a nightclub, and I then headed for the bar, taking a seat in the corner, slightly away from the crowd. I tried to calm myself down, the back of my hand wiping away the tears that were about to fall. Don't let anyone else see them.

A bartender approached. He was wearing a black shirt. His brown hair was neatly combed back. "Welcome! Is there anything I can make for you?"

"Tequila martini, please. Do you have any?" The friendly-faced man nodded slowly. Perhaps he knew that this was the drink I was going to use to forget something. "A strong one," I added before he started mixing the ingredients.

I looked down anxiously. My chest was rumbling. Evan was cheating on me. He'd betrayed me. He'd ruined everything we'd done together.

After a few moments, the bartender returned. "Here you go, one tequini for all your troubles."

No doubt, I choked back a chuckle. I raised the glass to the same height as my head, turning it slightly to stare at the amber-colored liquid reflecting the lamplight. "Fuck you, Evan Lynch!" I hissed and took a sip of the drink. A spicy and warm flavor instantly ran down my throat. This is better... this is better.

As I continued to sip the drink, the bar, which was originally quiet, began to fill with the music and chatter of other customers. I gazed longingly at the glass that was almost empty. What a great thing!

Until then, the shadow of a towering person blocked half the light from reaching me. I turned lazily to him, finding him smiling. He wore a black suit, light blue shirt, and striped tie.

"I'm not interested," I muttered under my breath, then looked down again, weighed down by the weight of a head that suddenly felt like twice my body weight.

Unfortunately, instead of leaving, the man sat down next to me. "Can I join you?"

"You already joined."

He laughed crisply, then called over the bartender. "Can you please serve me a gin? Any kind."

I raised my glass again, intending to take a sip, but there was nothing left. I stared sadly at the glass. Two seconds later, my right hand rose in excitement. "I want another one just like before!"

"Looks like somebody got you pretty hurt tonight," he said, chuckling sweetly.

I ignored him, my eyes focused on the man behind the bar who was concocting my amazing drink. Come on, come on, let's get my drink, Buddy!

My eyes lit up at the glass of amber liquid presented to me. I took another swig, then a tingle appeared in god knows where on my body that made me laugh. I felt like I was at the top of the Himalayas and on the beach in Hawaii at the same time. Gosh, you wouldn't understand.

"Okay, Miss Mia ...." The man beside me spoke again. "You want to tell me about that jerk you keep cursing?"

Am I cursing? Wait, how did he know my name? What's his name? Geez, I didn't even realize what was coming out of my mouth.

"You!" I pointed right at his nose. He laughed softly, puffing the wind in my fingers. "Promise you won't broadcast this on the news!" He looked like a newscaster!

"O-okey...?"

"Sssuuuushhhh!" I pressed his lips with my index finger. "It's my turn to tell the story!"

He did not answer, just nodded in resignation.

"The man I could see my future with... he betrayed me! I did so much for him! That asshole—" I downed another tequini.

The man was still quietly listening. I told him what happened. The beginning of my relationship with Evan, our plans (or maybe it was just me?), his sweet demeanor, and everything. Until all those beautiful images were shattered when I caught him cheating on me with that Cinderella.

"Trying to seduce me, huh?" The sound of his laughter sent a tingle down my spine. I don't know how it happened, but our faces were now very close. I can smell the cologne on his neck. My hand was on his chest. Everything seemed blurry. It was like I jumped to scene one, then scene three, and suddenly arrived at scene six!

"You came to me." My face gets closer, my hand tugs at his tie. Our alcohol-smelling breaths mingled together, struggling in the center. My heart throbbed when our lips touched for a split second. I wanted more.

He pulled away, leaving me feeling abandoned and lonely. His hand grasped mine between us. "Want to get revenge?" His offer was so enticing, it sounded like a good idea.

"Whatever you want to call it."

He laughed softly in my ear. " I'm not usually one to play around." The sound of loud music played in the background.

"Come play with me," I said, more like a plea. My heart was pounding like crazy. And when our lips finally met, it was as if everything stopped, including my heartbeat.

We each pulled away, breathing shallowly and staring at each other. I'd never seen such beautiful green-grey eyes before.

His hand rose to my neck, circled to the nape of my neck and pulled me in for another kiss. I should have stopped. I should have stopped.  But I didn't. Somehow, this feels right. I wanted it. I need it.

I didn't remember exactly when he put a few bills on the bar table that I thought were too much. We went up to one of the suites that were available at the nightclub.

I felt his bare abs in the palm of my hand. His lips kissed my neck while his hands undid the buttons of my shirt.  With one smooth movement, he managed to drop me on the bed.

From this position, I could see him towering so tall and huge. My eyes weren't clear enough to see all the details, but all I knew was that he was so beautiful.

I could barely make out his movements until he suddenly crawled on top of me. "What do you want?" he whispered, sending a puff of breath across my lips. His fingers glided along my spine.

"Make me forget," I said deliberately, draping my arms around his neck. "I want to lose myself in it for just a little while."

And then his hand went to the nape of my neck, pulling it up until he could kiss me so deeply, so fiercely.