TANGLED IN THE PLAYBOY'S BED

~ Emily~

"Another shot," I said, sliding the cup to the bartender who in turn hesitated with an unsure expression before proceeding to pour me another cup of tequila

This was probably my 5th shot, or 6th; honestly speaking, I've lost count, but I couldn't care less.

Downing the hot liquid in a single gulp, my eyes swept through the crowd in search of the perfect dominos, but everyone who spiked my interest had a partner.

I slammed the shot cup on the table, and while another shot was being poured, my mind replayed the series of events that happened an hour ago, and which was the reason I was here, getting myself drunk to a stupor.

I had caught my husband, Andrew, in bed with his secretary and in a fiery rage, I made my way here. I didn't have the time to cry, my plan was simple– Get drunk and Lay with someone else tonight. That was the only way to make things equal.

After the final cup, I tried making my way to the dance floor but I could barely walk, each step feeling like my legs were attached to heavy rocks.

Suddenly, I felt a rough hand grip my wrist to spin me around. It was a male, slightly taller, and he reeked heavily of alcohol, cigarettes, and garlic. A feeling of nausea washed over me and I felt like I would throw up if I didn't get away from him that instant.

“Wanna crash at my place and have fun?" He whispered into my ears, causing me to flinch in disgust

"Sorry, I'll pass,” I said, trying to release his grip on me, but he held firm. A wave of panic was beginning to set in as he continued to tighten his grip as if to break my bones.

Even in my drunken state, I could see a glint of amusement flicker in his eyes. “I will pay you" he continued, moving closer to me

“The lady said No,” a deep baritone voice said from behind.

The man immediately loosened his grip on me, to face the direction of the voice.

My heart jumped into my stomach immediately my eyes fell on the figure that stood before us. He was tall, very tall, that standing beside him would leave my height ending at his elbow. His face, even though I couldn't see clearly in my slightly blurry vision, looked like it was sculptured out of clay– Sharp and Masculine.

“Move along, pretty boy. There's nothing to see here” The first guy hissed.

The second guy shifted his gaze onto me, his eyes lingering on me for a full second, "Get away from him,” he said, although it sounded more like an order. I tried moving away but the first guy tightened his grip on me like a shackle. I looked up at the first guy helplessly as if waiting for his next order.

Suddenly, two suited men in shades approached us.

Hold up! Who wears sunglasses at night or even at a bar? However, from the way they moved, it looked like they were bodyguards and were acting on someone's order.

“Don't you dare touch-" The first guy started, but his feet were swept off the ground and before I could understand what was happening, the suited men carried him in a swift, synchronized motion, one grasping his shoulders and the other gripping his legs, lifting him effortlessly off the ground and out of the bar.

“Th-" I started but he was gone. I saw his back retreating into one of the VIP lounges a few seconds later.

I needed to thank him for saving me from the awkward situation, but more importantly, I needed to get laid, and he looked just like the perfect man for the job. I hastily made my way to the bartender, requesting two shots of the most potent tequila they had. "Give me the good stuff," I said with a sly smile. "The kind that will make me forget my name, but not the night."

“Don't you think you've had enough?” The bartender said concern etched in his voice.

I shot him a deadly glare and he didn't need any more words to do exactly what I said. The liquor burnt down my throat, and I could feel a throbbing feeling in my head.

Perfect! I was about to do something extremely stupid and I needed to be drunk to have the balls for it. Staggering towards the VIP lounge, I could hear the whimpering sounds of some women from some of the other rooms.

A small smile made its way to my lips as I imagined myself in the same position a few moments from now.

The lounge was dimly lit but I could see a dark figure seated at the far end of the room, his head fixed on a lot screen beneath him

“Y-you left before I could say thank you” I sauntered towards him, but he seemed to get farther with each step I took

The smell of stale cigarettes filled the air, but I didn't care. He was hot and didn't seem like a predator plus it was just going to be for tonight. I was a princess in distress and he was my prince in shining armor, at least, he was some minutes ago.

"It's nothing” I heard him say, without raising his head to look at me.

He was arrogant, perfect. Someone void of any emotion was the perfect target to give me what I wanted.

“I would like to have sex with you” I blurted out, my sudden confidence taking me by surprise. It was definitely the alcohol.

“You're drunk. You'd probably regret this when you become sober" he said in a low voice but loud enough for me to hear

“I will go ask someone else then.” I turned away as I silently hoped that he would have a change of mind and reconsider. Just as I was about to step out of the lounge, he spoke up, his voice sending a tingling feeling between my thighs.

“A quickie and we would assume this never happened," his deep voice rang in my ears.

Perfect. Now, we were on the same page.

“De–” but before I could complete my sentence, an enormous hand grabbed my waist, spinning me around.

The scent of his cologne was strong, so strong that it immediately overshadowed the stench of cigarettes that once filled the air. I could bet that it was expensive too but that wasn't my business, I just needed –

The sound of the door closing followed by the clicking sound of a key turning in its lock, caught my attention.

“For privacy," he said as if he'd read my thoughts.

Ooh, he is also a gentleman. Sexy

I had barely gotten my thoughts together when he lifted me off the ground, slamming me softly against a couch.

“Promise me you won't regret this," his low, husky voice whispered in my ear, and I felt the heat between my thighs build up.

“I promise" I managed to say while trying to catch my breath.

Then I felt it, my pants slipping to the side, followed by a rock-hard presence teasing my clitoris, its gentle friction igniting a spark of pleasure that spread throughout my body.

I don't know what happened after that because I blacked out.