Chapter 2

Azalea's POV

The moment I was seated in the bar, the stranger ordered a drink for himself and asked me what I'd like to drink. 

I told him to choose a drink for me because in all honesty, I didn't know shit about alcoholic drinks. 

I didn't fail to notice how the bartender left other customers unattended to attend to my handsome stranger and none of them seemed to care about the biased behavior. 

“So tell me, what's a good girl like you doing in a bad place for sinners like me to forget their sins and sorrows?" He asked as he handed me my drink. 

“I am not a good girl. I am as bad as every other lady in this club." I said arrogantly, raising my chin up in unnecessary annoyance. 

“Oh really? I can tell you're a very very bad girl. It's so obvious with your summer dress, bedroom worthy hair style, duck slippers, and awkward personality that you are a very bad girl." He deadpanned, sarcasm oozing out of him in waves. 

I drowned the contents of the cup, trying not to cringe at the sore toxic taste. “I am a bad girl. I just like being comfortable in clubs." I lie through my teeth. 

“You can barely hold your drink in." He pointed out, raising his eyebrows at me. 

I ignored his statement, knowing that I didn't have a valid point to back up my bad girl claims. 

“He was wrong though." He said in a low voice, almost as if he didn't want me to hear. 

“What?" 

“That guy from earlier, he was wrong. I think you're the hottest girl here. You aren't dressed in revealing clothes and makeup isn't packed on your face and yet, you caught my attention faster than any girl here. I literally had to leave my friends at the VIP lounge to speak with you." 

Colour rushed to my cheeks as I drowned another glass of alcohol.

I was above tipsy at this point. I was already loosening up and having a good time. 

I knew it was the alcohol speaking when I flirted back. “And I almost got knocked off my feet when I saw your face. You are every girl's wet dream." 

He smiled, watching me in admiration. “I just want to kiss those pretty lips of yours."

Maybe it was the alcohol. Maybe it was the pent up frustration from my parents and older sister's degrading attitude towards me. Maybe it was the wild girl in me wanting me to do something crazy tonight. But I shifted closer to him, using the bar counter to maneuver my way smoothly until I'm arching my back, staring directly into his eyes. 

“What is stopping you?" I challenged, giving him a look I only hoped was seductive and not repulsive.

I swear, that wasn't me. It was the alcohol.

He slammed the bill for drinks on the table, hurriedly grabbed my hand, and gently helped me down. “Let us get out of here." 

He took me to his fancy car and before I could fully admire it, he helped me into it. 

“Where are we going?" I asked, cluelessly batting my eyelashes at him. 

“A hotel. So, what's your name, beautiful?" He asked as he glanced at me before looking back at the road.

Even in my alcohol induced state, my responsible side was still somewhat active. I knew we would hook-up when we got to the hotel but I also knew I might regret my actions the next morning. Scratch that, I would definitely regret it when the effect of the alcohol is gone. Knowing each other would only make things awkward and complicated so I preferred we kept things about ourselves private.

"Beautiful."

"What?" He chuckled as he eventually pulled the car to a stop. I stared out of the window and realized we were already in front of a hotel. I had passed by this hotel several times and heard many things about it, it was the most expensive hotel in town. 

From everything I had seen, I knew he was rich which made me even more curious about his identity, but I swallowed my curiosity. 

"So, you're not gonna tell me your name?" He asked, bringing my attention to his eyes that were practicing stripping me.

Something stirred inside of me at that moment, either it was the side effect of the alcohol or because no man has ever stared at me that way.

"Let's just keep it that way." I answered, my voice barely above a whisper. My heated gaze roamed his body and I wanted nothing but to strip off his clothes right there.

I normally wouldn't think of something like that, but the alcohol was really messing with my head and I didn't care about anything else in that moment.

He was probably feeling the same thing, he rushed out of the car, went over to my side and opened up my door. He took me by the hand and walked in, the receptionist giving him an access card without asking him questions or asking for payments. 

“I visit here often. They already know what I want." He explained when he saw my questioning look. 

He had barely locked the door when he smashed his lips on mine, tasting and unveiling me for himself. 

His hands roamed my body as he kissed me, groping my ass as he moved me towards the bed. I felt hot and I wanted my clothes away from my body. As if he knew what I was thinking, he stopped kissing me and took off his clothes while I took mine off too, leaving us both in panties and briefs. 

"Damn!" I exclaimed as I eyed his body lustfully. This man was singled out and handmade by God himself. 

"Put your hands on me, pretty boy." I said almost breathlessly. Patience, I lost the meaning behind it.

"No need to rush, we have all night." He mumbled as he stared at my chest in amazement.

I kissed him with as much vigour, my hands wrapping around his legs as I let him hoist me up.

His lips tasted exactly the way I imagined it would be- a sweet combination of the alcohol drink he had and a sweet peculiar taste I couldn't quite place my finger on. 

He placed me on the bed, not stopping his kiss for once. His lips moved down to my neck, kissing it and giving it a little bite that would most likely leave a hickey. 

He goes further down and doesn't stop until he reached my boobs. He takes a nipple in his mouth, his other hand going to the other breast and rubbing it gently, preparing it for the same treatment.

He runs his tongue over my nipple before sucking like a hungry child. A moan escaped my lips as I arched my back off the bed, my hands flew to his hair and I pulled him closer to my breast.

I couldn't stop the moans from leaving my mouth as I watched him pleasure me, teasingly biting and then sucking it to ease the pleasurable pain. 

He went to my second nipple, giving it the same treatment he gave the first one. 

As he tortured my nipples with pleasure, his hand trailed my ribcage, sending shivers down my belly and causing me to arch my back. There's something about every little thing he does.

When he played with my nipple and kissed my inner thighs, I didn't want him to stop. His hands went downward and the next moment, I felt and heard the sound of my panties being ripped apart. 

He hasn't even touched me yet but I already felt so good.