CHAPTER 5

Amber's Pov

“Pour me two shots of whisky,” l demanded, leaning against the bar table.

“Sure, of which kind?”

“What? Umm.. let me have the Japanese whisky.”

He nodded, and brought out the old fashioned one. The one with deeper and stronger liquor.

“Here you go,” he giggled, and stretched the glasses towards me.

“Yeah, what's on with this look,” l held up to his gaze, stopping him from scanning the down part of my body.

“Nothing much, l hope you have companies to help you out,” he muttered, as he walked away.

That is exactly what l want. I want to knock off the tiny inch of pain l have left in me.

I took down two shots at the same time.

“Jerk! pour some more,” l screamed over the music. “No, give me the whole damn bottle.” l bursted.

“Mrs, are you sure you could handle it, is your husband with you?” he asked, gesturing towards my wedding ring on my finger.

Why on earth do l still have this wedding ring on?

I let out a dry laugh, which could be a mourning in another world. “My husband? That son of a bitch is out there, flocking the world with my sister.” l cursed, as l pulled out the ring from my finger.

“Ooop, you got some marriage shit, l guess,” he whispered as he walked off to the other client.

Tsk, the real shit hasn't started yet.

After some seconds of drowning myself with a whole bottle of whiskey, and with the thought of how to get back at my enemies.

I finally found the perfect move. If he went after my sister, then I’ll go after his elder brother, the one person he considers his greatest enemy. If he wants to play dirty, so can I.

“I’ll show him that two can play the same game, and this time, I intend to win,” l voiced out to myself, slamming the bottle on the counter.

Just right at that moment, when l was about heading out, my eyes caught a glance with Douglas, Kol's estranged brother, through the VIP room.

Speaking of the devil.

A smirk of a smile crept around my lip as l walked towards the particular VIP room.

I didn't know a strict office oriented person would be in this kind of setting. Well, l guess that's why he picked a VIP room for himself.

“Whatever, this is the perfect time for me to achieve my plan,” l voiced out to myself, as I worked straight to the dark VIP room.

The closer I got, the more intimidating he became towards me despite the fact that he wasn't directly facing me. It made me more tense.

Holy shit! If l wasn't heartbroken, l wouldn't dare to approach him.

Douglas's appearance was always quite intimidating and deliberately anonymous. He's the type of guy who looks expensive, without wearing anything that screams for attention.

There he sat alone in the dim light, facing the darkest corner, where the low dusky light could barely reach him.

“Hmm, hmm,” l cleared my throat, straightened up my shoulders to look more attractive, even though l knew he doesn't give a damn about people.

“Hey, guess who is here? The Big Douglas!” l joked slightly, trying not to be too pushy as l stood behind him.

“Mrs first lady,” he muttered carefully as he dropped down the shot of glass.

I let out the pretentious smirk, l wondered why he always calls me that.

“Umm,” l stuttered. “l didn’t know you could be part of the VIP Morgan.”

“Well, let's just say occasionally,” he paused, and gave me an amusing look.

“Ummm… l was about leaving,” he mentioned hurriedly, as someone who is struggling to pull away his stare

Absolutely, who couldn't pause a breath for my appearance. I have got to make use of this moment.

“Actually,” l tightened up myself as l picked up the same glass he dropped. “I have been meaning to…”

“Hey, Amber,” he called out, trying to get the glass from my hand.

“Are you trying to get yourself spent, more than you've had?”

I chuckled drunkenly, as l stumbled over his body.

“Damn, you smell so good,” l hipcupped between words, my hands already locked into his inner shirt.

“Please, stop it,” he inhaled, as he held up my hands.

“You are drunk, Amber.”

“No, I'm not drunk, l only had one shot of whiskey,” l pressed on. “You know, you have been on my mind lately.”

“C’mon let me take you home. And where the hell is Kol,” he held his breath, then released it slowly through his nose.

I giggled gently, “l may be drunk, but l know exactly what I'm saying.”

He swallowed hard, refusing to look at me. “Please, you don't seem to be in the right state of mind.” he rubbed his back neck as though he was trying to get control of himself.

“Amber, you…”

Before he could finish up his sentence, l hurriedly planted a kiss on his lips, using mine to shut him up.

Without waiting for his response, l pressed my lips harder, kissing him thoroughly until he let down his resistance and grabbed me back by the waist.

“Aghh,” he moaned into my mouth.

Our lips clashed against each other, savoring every taste of alcohol in it.

Before, l would process how far we have gone, hauling me up on his thighs, his lips still firmly pressed against mine, his hands moving gently to my breast.

Those touches became more intentional, and for a moment l thought to myself, what the hell was l thinking when l went for in the first place.

“Hmm, mmm,” l moaned sweetly, as his thumb fingers went beneath my bra and teasing my nipples

I grasped slowly as l tilted my head up, and just there the Kol and our wedding vows appeared to my mind.

How we had stood in the altar, promising each other and habitually repeating the vow over and over again.

And I would remember the sincerity in his voice when he swore to love me for the rest of my life.

Then I remembered Sierra, my own sister, who had worn the brightest smile as she stood by my side as my maid of honour that day.

Who would have thought that the same sister who celebrated my happiness could be the reason my marriage fell apart?