The Disaster

June Hanson walked into the club that night still in her office clothes. She wore a gray blazer, a thin white shirt, a matching skirt, complemented by black high heels that exposed her long legs. She let go her long blonde hair, which had been neatly pinched up, when she walked in, so that it fell beautifully behind her shoulders. She looked gorgeous with those blue eyes and flawless skin, but June didn't care about her appearance at all, or the number of men's eyes on her. She was in a bad mood, very bad even.

She immediately sat at the bar, ordered a double scotch, then she contemplated the bad luck that had just hit her. As a secretary to the director, which has been running smooth for years, she was unexpectedly fired. June was fired today simply because the director's wife found her too pretty to be her husband's secretary. A very baseless dismissal. June kicked the leg of the bar table, making her fingertips ache.

"Your scotch, miss," said the bartender, handing her the clear glass that feels cold. June took a quick gulp to cool her head and heart.

"Again!" she said to the bartender.

"Okay, miss," he said, refilling the scotch and ice cubes in June's glass.

She didn't know how many more times June asked her glass to be refilled. She began to feel calm, everything felt numb in her heart. She didn't want to quit. She continued to drink while shaking her head and body to the rhythm of the loud music.

“Double scotch for me, and for this lady next to me. I'll pay for everything,” said a man suddenly.

June narrowed her eyes to get a better look. The man was wearing a nice and expensive suit, June recognized it as the latest release of a famous designer. He was tall and handsome, his hair was light brown, and matched the color of his beautiful eyes. His jawline was sharp and his nose pointed, reminding her of the Greek gods statues. The man smiled showing his neat teeth and charming dimples. June didn't mind being treated to men like this, or maybe because June was already drunk.

"Hey, you look like you're in trouble," he said pleasantly.

"How do you know? Are you psychic? Ah, no, your suit is too good for that, ”June replied with a smile and propped her chin up with one hand.

"You don't need a psychic to see that," he said with a laugh. Jeez, his laughter was so charming. Authoritative but not too much.

"I'm Drake, what's your name?" he asked, holding out his right hand.

"June," June replied, shaking the warm hand.

They got into a chat that June didn't know what it was. Anyway, they laughed. She thought the handsome man named Drake was so funny. Then they danced and Drake put his arm around June's waist. The next thing June knew was that they were already in a luxurious hotel room, pressing their lips together. The man undressed June impatiently and threw it on the floor, leaving only June's high heels and black stockings.

Next, everything seemed vague, June could barely remember what she was doing. She only remembers the beautiful body full of muscles clutching her body tightly. She remembered how warm and pleasant every touch of the man was. June remembered how she sighed as their bodies joined on the soft mattress. The scent of vanilla musk rose from those muscular chests. June enjoyed the sensation of his tongue in every inch of her body, making her feel a pleasure she had never felt before. June loved when Drake seemed to adore her by tracing her long legs which were still wrapped in stockings and wearing those high heels.

"I love your long legs, caught my eye from the first time I walked into the club," he said in his deep, hypnotic voice. June's heart trembled.

Drake traced her neck down to her chest with his lips, then back again to her neck, over and over again. Sweet and gentle, making June feel like the most desirable woman in the world. Either because the scotch glasses she had been drinking, or because making love to Drake felt this good. June didn't want things to end quickly. She was sober when she danced on top of Drake, enjoying the feel of being there, with those big hands touching every inch of her skin.

June couldn't remember what happened after that. The next thing she knew was that she'd woken up naked, in a messy bed, alone. A pile of money that might amount to thousands of dollars was on the nightstand with a piece of paper with the words 'Thank You' written on it.

"Shit!" exclaimed June when she realized what was happening.

Last night she was made a hired woman by a man she didn't know at all. Her pride was deeply hurt because of that damn man named Drake. June screamed as she squeezed the soft sheets. Tears rolled down even without her noticing, dripping to the thick blanket that covered her body. June isn't a cheap woman, she's never been like this. In one day she lost her job, then seemed to sell her body to an unknown man.

Unfortunately, June had to take out the thousands of dollars because she had no job and needed money for some time until she got a new job. Her savings may not be enough. June cursed herself as she stuffed all the money into her handbag.

June cursed herself for not asking the man's last name. Now how will she find that man in New York City. How many Drakes are there in New York City? She kicked the hotel bed in exasperation, but it only made her toes sore and reddened. June was jumping up and down in pain.

"Shit!" she cursed again, crouching on the soft carpet that covered the hotel floor. June hugged her knees, then sobbed. If she saw that man again, June vowed revenge. With the cruelest way in the world, whatever it was, June would definitely get her revenge.