Chapter 003

Meghan's POV

The taxi stopped right in front of a local bar. I usually passed this place whenever I was jogging in the morning, but I had never entered to see what the place looked like inside. As I got out of the vehicle, my phone vibrated for the umpteenth time and I continued to ignore it. It was probably Rhett or Martha, if she dared. Or worse, my mom. I wasn't ready to speak with anyone. Right now, what I wanted to do was finally have time alone by myself.

I at least deserved that.

"Can I have another glass of," I paused to remember the name of the drink I had been taking. "Whatever drink it was I've been drinking?" I continued with a slur.

The bartender, obviously used to this kind of stuff, you know, people getting drunk on him, understood the drink I meant and poured me another shot.

"One more shot of sex on the beach right up for slouching." He said, smiling coolly.

Ohhhh, so I was having sex on beaches? Which, of course, I have never done in the actual sense, even though I wouldn't mind doing it because it sounds fun and really intriguing. I guess my sex life with Rhett wasn't as hot and spicy as I always thought it was. He was probably too busy getting 'spicy' with Martha. I couldn't help but sneer at her name.

Fuck Rhett anyway, it was his loss now, I thought, as I continued to take my shots.

I noticed a guy sitting on the barstool beside me and facing the bartender. We were both trying to ignore the noise coming from the stage where a local band was playing what probably looked like one of their hit songs. I'm guessing it's because the song had been on repeat since I came in, and unlike me, the rest of the crowd weren't bored to death of hearing the same lyrics and sounds over and over again.

I noticed the guy had yet to make an order. He didn't seem to care about what was going on around him so I used that opportunity to take in his features. He looked hot. He was obviously six feet with an obviously well-sculpted body that was covered in a brown leather jacket and jeans. Dark dishevelled hairs almost covered his face and he had a sexily bearded face that would be perfect to cast for the role of a Greek god in Hollywood. I'd vote for a Thor or an Aquaman.  His handsomeness was dark and alluring. Something about him kept drawing me to him like there was supposed to be this connection between us. I squinted at him to be sure that we hadn't met before. He noticed my weird staring and looked puzzled at me.

"Hi!" I said over the loud music. He nodded at me as he turned back towards the bar.

"Do you know they have sex on beaches here?" I said and slapped my mouth shut.

OMG! This was why I never went drinking alone. I'm bad with drinking, and I usually say things that are way out of line. People usually saw me as a weirdo or someone who's not normal. Except this time, Mr hot and handsome wasn't looking at me weirdly, he was actually smiling amusedly at me.

"Sorry," I managed to apologize. "I sometimes can't control the things I say when I've had too much to drink. " He nodded politely and in a bid to keep my mouth shut, I grabbed another shot and threw my head back as I tried to swallow the bitter sweetness of the drink.

" That's actually okay." He said soothingly in a sexy, as fuck, thick voice that was laced with an accent.

Was he southern?

" I would actually love to have some sex on beaches with you."

That made me splurge the drink in my mouth.

I know he didn't mean what he was saying in the actual sense but I felt myself having a mini orgasm.

"I mean, if you don't mind." He said amused. He was making fun of the situation.

Oh.

"Haha." I fake-laughed because what am I supposed to say? Blame it on alcohol. Fucking sex on beaches.

"Hey Trevor," he called to the bar guy. "Can I have more of the uh, sex on the beach you've got there?" He said to him, turning to wink charmingly at me.

The man was playful. I'd give him that.

"You've got it, buddy," Trevor said, making him a new drink.

I faced my drink quietly, trying not to say anything else since I was already drunk.

"So!" a hot, strange guy said, and I turned to see that he was facing me with a drink in hand.

"What's a beautiful lady, whose looks are not cut out for places like this, doing here and this late at night?"

" Where's she?" I asked feigning ignorance and turning my head in search of whoever it was he was supposed to be referring to. That made him smile widely. He had a cute smile by the way.

"I'm talking about you silly." He said.

" Ohh," I said.

" Yeah." He nodded, realizing that his line was a little crooked.

I shrugged.  " Well, I'm just trying to get my shit together."

" Bad day at work huh?" He asked me to take a sip of his drink and watch me.

"Nah, a cheating ex," I said. I figured it'd be okay to tell my secrets to a total stranger. By tomorrow we'd both forget about it and lead our separate lives. Besides, it's quite unlikely that a stranger would go about backstabbing me and betraying my trust.

"Let me guess, you found him cheating in your apartment?"  He asked, seeming unsurprised.

How did he even know that? Was he some magician?

Or really some Greek god who knows things?

"Yeah," I said, looking at him in wonder. "How did you know that?"

It was his turn to shrug.

" I know because that's also my case." He said.

Oh.

" I'm sorry about that," I said apologetically.

" Don't be. It's not your fault." He said. " I mean you're also a victim."

That was correct.

There was silence as we both took more shots of our drinks. Trevor was obviously so good at his job that he knew to keep the drinks coming.

" So tell me, how did you find out?" Hot Mr Strange asked.

" Well," I began. " We were supposed to be married in few months, two to be precise, and I was just returning from a visit at my mom's place tonight when I met my supposedly fiance shamelessly fucking no other person, not even his ex or the city's harlot, I'd be okay with that if it were them, but it was my only best friend," I said. The thought about this again saddened me.

"Ouch." He said, watching me with concern. " That was a low blow."

I nodded and swallowed because I was already getting choked up by unshed tears again.

"This is a guy I've abandoned everything about me for." I continued. " I quit my job, upon his insistence, I moved in with him. A guy I centered in my universe. The same fucking guy who never put me at the centre of his universe." I ranted. He kept watching me.

" You know I thought I loved him." I went on. " I never knew I was just infatuated by his stupid and arrogant ass self. I mean he never made me feel special. He always made me feel like I was a second option.  We never fucking had sex on beaches!" I yelled, getting pissed. Heads turned and I realized I was too loud.

"I'm sorry," I muttered recoiling.

"It's okay." He said, smiling warmly at me. "It's not like it's anyone's business here anyway." I laughed at that.

" I always thought it was me. I thought I was not good enough. I've had three other relationships, this being the fourth and they've all ended in waterloos." I said.

" You know you shouldn't blame yourself." He opined. " That comes from me a lot because I used to think all girls were the same. Going after your money and scurrying away when they've had their fill. That was my perception of women until I heard your story and realized that you've also gone through some really bad shit just like me. No one deserves the kind of betrayal you've gotten from your fiancé and your best friend." He said and I smiled gratefully at him.

" What about you?" I asked him. "What's your story?" He looked at me and shrugged like it didn't bother him much.

"Well, it's nothing serious. I'm not engaged to her. Someone sent me a sex video of her fucking another guy and screaming his name so fucking loud, like some cheap whore so I decided to call it quits. This is the third one. They always ended up cheating. They all shared the same agenda. Charm me to date them, eat my money until they were full, and fucking cheat." He had a pained expression on his face, and I couldn't help but place my hand on his, which was on the bar island where we sat. He took my hand and squeezed it tightly. I didn't ignore the fact that just holding him sent some energy down to my stomach.

"I'm so sorry." I managed to say and he shrugged again. He took one more shot of his drink.