Chapter 2 You've had enough to drink

The next minute I was in the shortest most revealing black dress I had ever worn, with my hair flowing over my back like a second outfit, standing in front of a club.

I came up with every excuse I could think of just to snake my way out of this, but turning Avery's fantastic ideas down has never been an easy job.

I turned back at the sound of a honk to see her all smiles, waving at me.

“Have fun!!” She yelled and drove off.

I let out an exhausted sigh and made my way into the club.

Inside, it was dark, with neon and laser lights sweeping over the club, it was filled with people, but not packed, just the right amount of crowd, with a good number of people on the dance floor, while others sat in the secluded areas, with strippers dancing on their tables.

If I want to go through with Avery's plan, getting a new dick, I have to look like I belong, and alcohol always gives me confidence I never knew I had.

Twelve shots down and a loud squeal escaped my tongue as I slammed the glass to the table, sending the bartender jolting as we both chuckled.

“Hey pretty, mind if I join you,” a hot muscular guy approached me from behind, “You seem like you're having a lot of fun,” he smiled, and ordered four more shots.

“So you're vegan,” I smiled back, looking down at his shirt with the inscription, ‘Eat pussy, it's vegan.’

He laughed, handing me a shot, “I like you.”

I stretched my hand and hooked his arm through mine as we both tossed our heads back, downing the shot in one swift motion.

The next second, we were on the dance floor. The music swallowed everything else, pouring into my veins until it felt like it had replaced my blood. The bass pounded against my ribs, each beat vibrating through my chest, drowning out every lingering thought.

I don't know if it was the alcohol or the DJ working some kind of magic, but the music was driving me insane in the best way. Every ounce of tension I'd been carrying melted away, and for the first time in what felt like forever, nothing else mattered and the only thing I was thinking about right now was dancing till my feet hurt.

Thank God I took Avery's advice.

I kept dancing, letting the music guide every movement, until one careless kick threw me off balance and I stumbled straight into my partner for the night, my eyes flying open as I grabbed onto him, my legs scrambling to steady myself before I could fall.

“Are you okay,” he asked, holding me up.

“Yeah I'm….” the words stuck in my throat the second my gaze met the steel grey eyes piercing into my body a couple of feet away in the VIP section.

“I…I'm…okay,” I smiled at the shots guy.

We kept dancing, with my back against him, but my eyes stayed fixed on the man from the VIP, his gaze still stuck on me.

Then like I'd been possessed by something foreign, I lifted my body off my dance partner, my legs suddenly felt like they had had a mind of their own, as they led me in the direction of the VIP.

“Where are you going?” The shots guy yelled from behind, but I was too focused on my destination to turn to him.

I got to the VIP and with a slight movement of his fingers, the bouncers parted, creating an opening for me to where he sat.

Now that I was closer, I could finally see him clearly, and the sight nearly stole the courage the alcohol had given me. He was devastatingly handsome in a way that felt almost intimidating.

His piercing grey eyes matched his Silver-grey hair, striking against the dim lights of the club, it gleamed like molten steel, making him look both impossibly hot and royal.

Power radiated from him in silent waves, and for a split second, I almost forgot why I had come here at all.

But I had come too far to turn back now, I walked sensually to where he sat, till I was standing between his spread out legs, as he twirled his wine glass, looking up at me with the most unreadable expression.

Then I leaned down, teasing my exposed cleavage across his eyes till my lips were inches away from his ear, slightly brushing it as I whispered.

“You've had your eyes on me for a while, what if I say I want you to take this dress off me and give you a better view.”

Even I was shocked at the words that had just come out of my own mouth, but I was still on the vodka high to care.

I pulled away slightly, repositioning my face in front of him, staring straight into his overpowering gaze, waiting for his response.

He signalled for me to come closer with his fingers, and I found myself obeying like I was under a spell, and he whispered into my ears, breath warm against my skin.

"You're trying too hard sweetheart, and I think you've had enough to drink.”

The heat rushed from my face so fast it felt like I'd been slapped, and just like that, every atom of confidence that had been radiating within me was gone with the wind.

My jaw tightened, and I gulped, watching him take a sip from the wine glass in his hand, eyes still locked on mine.

I gathered whatever self-respect I had left and turned, going straight to the bathroom, trying to erase the last couple of minutes.

This wasn't part of Avery's ‘bag a dick guide’, she said approach any guy you think is hot, but she didn't tell me about the rejection part.

I finally found the bathroom after a solid five minutes of getting lost, and slammed the door shut like it was responsible for my rejection.

Pacing back and forth in the bathroom contemplating if I should go back into the club or just go home, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and turned to get a better view. I stood there, fingers brushing through my hair, eyes travelling across my face, to my shoulders, and my cleavage, searching for what could be wrong with me, why he would reject me.

Maybe I'm not beautiful enough, or hot enough.

“Jesus, Hailey what is wrong with you?!” I muttered under my breath, trying to figure out why I was just questioning my entire being

because of some weird interaction with a guy I've just met and would probably never meet again.

I shook my head, and let out a calm sigh.

I'm just going to go back to Avery's.

I made my way out of the club, taking controlled steps down the hallway that led to the exit, counting down the seconds before leaving this God-forsaken place when an unyielding force wrapped around my wrist and pulled me to a corner.

Trapping me between the wall and his body.

My breathing stopped for a second the moment I realised it was him.

The silver-haired man.

He stood impossibly close, close enough for me to feel the heat of his body and catch the rich scent of his expensive oud perfume. The dim lighting cast sharp shadows across his face, emphasising the hard line of his jaw and the cold intensity of his grey eyes as they settled on my lips.

“What are you doing?” I managed to force the words out, even when his eyes locked on my lips was sending electricity through my skin.