CHAPTER 1

( Cassandra’s POV)

The music was loud, and girls were swaying their hips to the beat. The atmosphere of the clubhouse was a mixture of happiness, freedom, excitement, and tension...sexual tension. Everyone seemed to be having a good time except for me. I wanted to drown myself in my sorrows. I could see my best friend watching me with pity.

"I hate him, Pam. I hate him," I cried as I gulped down the last of my drink.

"Babe, let it go already. Let's enjoy this night," she said as she placed her hand on my shoulder to comfort me, but I was inconsolable.

She wanted to enjoy the party, but having me around was ruining everything for her. She must have felt it was a mistake bringing me here in the first place. I knew she had suggested the party to cheer me up, but I felt pathetic.

"I'll deal with him when I see him next," I said, burping and wiping my tears with the back of my palm.

"I won't bear his kids anymore. I won't..." I said, and then belched again.

"I told you to forget about him already, didn't I?" I could sense her irritation.

I was shocked at the tone she was using with me. I just wanted to talk about Cameron all night so I could eventually forget about him by tomorrow. Why couldn't she understand?

"Are you shouting at me, Pam?" I had pointed my index finger at her chest in question. Pam had shaken her head and pulled me into her body.

"I just want you to hear me over the loud music," she whispered in my ear, defending herself and rocking me like a baby. She wiped away my remaining tears with her thumb.

I stood up and she held me to prevent me from falling

"Where are you going?"

"I want to pee," I answered.

"Let me go with you", Pam suggested.

"No", I laugh out loud. "I'll be right back." I moved away from her hold.

"You sure?"

"Yep", I replied Before staggering away to the bathroom, I knew my friend would use the little time to her advantage before I was back as I saw a guy throw a wink in her direction.

My eyes had become smaller, and I found it difficult to locate the washroom. I realized how drunk I was. I rubbed my eyes with the back of my right hand so I could see clearer. I saw the washroom was a few distances away.

"Fuck you, Cameron. I hate you," I cried as I put my two hands to the walls to guide me to the tiny corridor leading to the washroom.

My legs were shaking as I walked, and I tried to get my balance. I was almost in frustration. When I stood upright in tiredness, the door to the washroom was open in front of me. I pushed the door open with my left leg and entered.

I was about to zip down my skirt to make it easier for me to quickly urinate after entering the first toilet, a guy came out of the second one. He was zipping his trousers up.

He looked shocked when he saw me

"What are you doing here?" I asked him.

"What are you doing here?" He demanded.

I peered at him, wondering why he was in the female washroom instead of the male.

"You seem drunk," he mocked and strode to the mirror to wash his hands.

I felt hurt by his statement. "How dare you call me a drunk?" I followed him angrily. I drank to forget my sorrow of how Cameron dumped me for a party girl. Drinking wasn't helping me forget, and here I was in a washroom with a man who was calling me a drunk.

The man appeared taken aback by my shout. He veered around and folded his arms. "Aren't you drunk?"

"Of course not," I burped.

He chuckled lightly and turned back to finish washing his hands so he could go out. "Pervert," I insulted him. "I know you're in here because you want to catch a glimpse of the panties of all the girls that come in here."

"Will you shut the hell up?" He barked at me in annoyance. His eyes suddenly became red and I quivered in fear at his tone of authority. He glared at me for a while before walking towards me.

He was a few steps away from me when I began to walk backward, seeing the dangerous look on his face. When my back hit the wall, I opened my eyes wide, with my heart hammering hard. I watched his face; his crystal blue eyes, the long pointed nose, the pink lips, the mustache, and his wavy black hair. He looked handsome and dangerous. I liked men like that, which is why I fell hard for Cameron.

The man's breath fanned my neck, pulling me out of my reverie, and I shuddered. He moved his mouth close to my ear and whispered

"I am a pervert, aren't I?"

I became sober and shook my head nervously. When he didn't say anything else, I gulped and looked up towards the door to see what was written above it. I gasped softly when it dawned on me I was in the wrong washroom...I was in the male toilet.

"You just called me a pervert, didn't you?" I shook my head again as my eyes fell on him.

He straightened his tie and moved away with a satisfied grin on his face. "I can get any woman I want with my charms," he leaned forward to whisper in my ear. "You are included. I know I am handsome, so stop ogling me."

He walked graciously to the door. Before he could go out, I began to feel sober again and I stopped him.

"I wasn't staring at you. Besides, you aren't handsome to me. My boyfriend is way more handsome. You don't need to feel so confident about getting any girl you want, me included."

I rolled my eyes, ignoring the pounding of my heart. I didn't want him to think I found him attractive. He was too confident in his looks, and I hated admitting my emotions to men like that.

"Really?" he smirked.

"Yes."

He sauntered back to where I was standing. "If your boyfriend is more handsome, you wouldn't be looking at me that way. Besides, what are you doing here all alone and wasted?" He folded his arms in front of me. He seemed to be fond of doing that.

"Who told you I'm here alone?" I laughed, pretending to be happy.

"If you were with your boyfriend, you wouldn't be this drunk," he stated.

I fell silent. I didn't know how to reply to him. I was suddenly speechless.

I moved away from his view and asked, "Are you a psychologist?" He only smiled.

I turned to go into the toilet to urinate, and I could feel his eyes on me.

(Jordan's POV)

I was in the same spot, waiting for her. My imagination was already running wild. I saw this as an opportunity to get laid...to fulfill one of my fantasies of having sex in the washroom. I also wanted to prove to the girl that I could indeed get any girl I wanted. My charms were always at work.

I came to the party with the sole aim of getting laid and relaxing for the night after two whole weeks of working nonstop.

When she came out of the toilet, she saw me standing in the same position.

She was about to say something when I said, "How about I kiss you just to prove that you aren't attracted to me?"

"What?" She exclaimed and scoffed. "Do I look like some cheap slut to you?"

"No. You look decent, but I just want to be sure you aren't attracted to me as you claimed."

I could see she lied. She found me attractive. I knew I was the most handsome man she had ever seen in her entire life. But she didn't want me to know that.

She had not recovered from the shock of my question when I placed my hand on her waist and the next minute, my lips were on hers. She gasped as I kissed her softly. Her eyes were wide open in surprise and I could hear her heart beating twice its normal rate. My eyes were also open because I wanted to see her expression.

I could sense her thoughts. She couldn't believe she was kissing another man just a day after breaking up with her first boyfriend. She felt she was cheating on him. She had never kissed anyone else but her first boyfriend. Kissing another man who was me felt different. I knew all of this from her expression.

I was gentle with her. When I bit her lower lip, she released a moan and closed her eyes to enjoy the moment, forgetting the fact that she was trying to hide her emotions from the man standing before her. I closed my eyes too and trailed my hand down her thigh and raised her left leg. She gasped again. Still kissing her, I carried her with the left leg to the slab, placing her back to the large mirror. I didn't stop kissing her as I found my way out of my trousers and shorts.

I guided her out of her dress too and stopped kissing her. "Should I go...?" I asked.

She nodded in anticipation, breathing hard. When I entered her, I knew it was time to let go of the past and start getting the sexual desires and fantasies I had been depriving myself of for many years. The last time I had sex was years ago.