Chapter Two

Aurora’s POV

“I love it here! I could live in this moment forever!” I screamed drunkenly, smiling when the loud music drowned out my loud voice.

Jasmine and I giggled as the waiter popped two shots of tequila in front of us. As it stood, we were already on our eleventh shots and we were crazy drunk but we didn’t want to stop, not when it was a lot more fun here than in our different realities.

After the shocking revelation of Jasmine’s and Trevor’s sour love life, she had decided that we came here to forget, and that was what we intended to do!

We both gulped down our shots, laughing hysterically as the liquid burned its way down our chests to our stomachs and as soon as it hit our guts, we jumped up, screaming like crazy banshees as we ran to the dance floor.

For the first time in my life, I felt free, I lived freely and danced freely… all on my terms. Because Jasmine and I had gone on our own, we had no dance partners and decided to dance with each other instead.

The chilly December air combined with the heat emanating from the people’s sweaty bodies filled me with a sort of high that I couldn’t explain. I danced like a wanton, causing a few people around to turn and stare.

We danced holding our drink in our hands while our handbags were glued to our shoulders, giving ourselves some lit choreography like we had rehearsals before coming down to the club, we needed no third party because we were good by ourselves.

Suddenly, I felt the urge to urinate. Instantly, I signaled Jasmine that I was coming; the loud music wouldn’t make her hear me anyway so she nodded in agreement.

I ran to the bathroom in a hurry but just as I arrived there and was about to run into one of the open stalls, I bumped into something so hard that I stumbled backward, almost toppling to the floor.

To my utmost horror, I raised my head a few seconds later to meet the burning stares from a young female blonde and a male whose powerful aura nearly sent me toppling to the floor for the second time.

From the looks of things, they had been smooching and I had just walked straight into them; and to make matters worse, I had even spilled my drink on the male’s expensive shirt.

“I’m sorry,” I muttered quickly.

“Oh, be sorry for yourself! Are you blind?!” The young man growled, causing me to flinch in fear and irritation.

“I just said I am sorry, I didn’t mean to mess up your shirt. Heck, I didn’t even see you there!” I exclaimed exasperatedly.

I could notice how the young man stared at me from head to toe like I was a piece of shit, and truthfully, it made me quite uncomfortable. I shifted under his gaze, expecting that he would look away and probably go back to what he was doing but after what felt like the most excruciating forty seconds of my life, he growled;

“Were your eyes closed?! Didn’t you see I was in front of you?” He scolded.

“I’m sorry but I just said I didn’t see you,” I explained again apologetically but this time, I could feel my nerves snapping. If he tries as much as to yell at me one more time, I may not be able to hold my tongue any longer.

“Cut the bullshit, what am I supposed to do with this stain on my shirt?!” He growled, pointing at the stain from the spilled drink as he took intimidating steps toward me.

At this point, I knew that this large guy was up to trouble, and if that was what truly he wanted, then hell, I would gladly give him that.

“Take off the shirt then and shove it into your mouth!” I snapped, noticing how his eyes widened in surprise.

“I have apologized to you, Ogre, what else do you want me to do?! Do your laundry?! Please, get out of my way!” I growled at him, shoving him out of the way as I sidestepped him.

He looked taken aback for a minute but just as I tried to step into the toilet stall, he grabbed my upper arm painfully and pulled me back.

“Who the fuck do you think you are to talk to me the way you just did?” He seethed angrily, causing several goosebumps to rise on the surface of my skin. From the corner of my eye, I saw his lady dearest cower in fear and I immediately began to wonder who he was that his partner couldn’t even talk to.

His eyes bore into mine as if looking into my soul and for a minute, I could swear that I felt myself getting drawn to him, mesmerized by his deep gray-colored eyes.

The anger in his eyes seemed to cause tiny gold sparks to swirl around his orbs. It was so beautiful that it had me gasping for a nanosecond; totally forgetting the dipshit that he was.

I subconsciously felt myself lift one hand as I tried to touch his face but before my hand could make contact with his skin, I was immediately snapped out of my trance when I heard him say something to me.

“Huh?”

“I said, you’re nothing but a cheap whore!” He spat in my face, soliciting a kind of anger that I had never felt before.

Every wanton thought I once had immediately flew into thin air, even the urge to urinate instantly fled from me and I was left with no other thought but to fight.

In a rage, I hit him hard with my handbag. Hearing him growl out in pain was supposed to make me stop but surprisingly, it didn’t. I cursed loudly as I continued to hit him over and over again until I could hear the sound of my old leather bag tearing.

Suddenly, he grabbed me again, pulling me close but this time, I didn’t fight back, not because I was drawn to him in any way but because I was suddenly so nauseous, I wanted to keep my lips sealed and my body unmoving to prevent myself from puking.

“Now, you can no longer speak huh? The kitten no longer has claws right?” He snarled, shaking me violently.

My eyes rolled to the back of my head as I opened my mouth, and without thinking, I allowed it out, exhaling as I expelled every damn thing out of my mouth.

I could hear his agonized growl, could hear shouts. Heck, I could even feel how he shook me violently but I was too weak to open my eyes.

The entire place suddenly went silent, and so did the noise inside my head…

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I woke up to the sound of water splashing against a surface, and when I did get up, the first thing I noticed was that I was in an unfamiliar room… and on an unfamiliar bed!

In fear, I sat up, wincing when a sharp pain shot through my midriff and between my thighs.

Apprehension gripped me as I rolled off the bed only to shriek when I noticed that I was stark naked and that there was a wide red patch in the middle of the bed, signifying my lost innocence.

“No!” I screamed, crying when the realization hit me that I had just had sex.

I limped around the sparsely furnished room with nothing but the bedsheets around my body as I picked up my discarded clothes, and all this while, all I could think of was how I got in this sort of situation in the first place.

“Heck, who did this?” I wondered aloud, also wondering who it was that was in the bathroom.

My body hurt like hell, especially my legs and between them. It felt as though I had been hit by a moving train. Just when I had successfully shimmied into my almost destroyed dress, the bathroom door was pushed open and someone stepped in… someone I never expected.

“You?!” I cried, as my mouth fell open in shame. It was the man from the club, the one that I had bumped into!

I couldn’t believe this, couldn’t believe that I had allowed myself to be taken advantage of…

“What—” He began to say but before he could get the full sentence out of his mouth, I turned and fled, crying all the way and cursing myself for getting drunk…