Two

Maya

The bar was jam-packed when we arrived.

But Luisa didn’t mind the crowd one bit.

If anything, the sea of people only made her more hyped.

“Fuck yes! So many dicks in one place. That means plenty of options for us tonight, baby!”Luisa shouted with zero shame.

I nearly spat my beer all over the bar. I coughed so hard that it took me a minute to recover.

Thank God the music was loud enough that only a few people nearby even glanced our way.

“You know what, Maya? I have a plan.”

“Whatever dirty plan is running through that head of yours, I’m out,” I replied, gripping my beer tighter. “I already gave in and came here with you. End of discussion.”

“Tsk! Such a fucking killjoy,” she groaned. “What are you gonna do? Just sit here like a nun? We’re in a bar, Maya! We’re supposed to flirt, meet hot guys, and hopefully get properly fucked by the end of the night.”

“Luisa! Watch your mouth!”

She threw her head back and giggled, clearly loving how flustered I was getting.

I tried to ignore her and focused on the crowded dance floor instead.

I knew her too well — the more annoyed I got, the more she’d push.

“Maya, babe, you seriously need to live a little,” she continued. “Look at you. You’re twenty-seven, drop-dead gorgeous with a body that could make men beg… and you’re still a virgin? You’re letting that tight little pussy go to waste, girl. I’m telling you, those fictional men in your spicy books can’t eat you out, finger you, or fuck you the way a real guy can.”

My face burned crimson. “What the hell are you talking about?!”

She laughed louder, clearly amused by my embarrassment. Then she leaned in even closer and whispered.

“Maya, listen to me,” she purred. “Reading about sex is cute… but actually getting fucked?Way better than any book, trust me.”

I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry.

I tried to come up with a clever comeback, but my brain had completely short-circuited.

"See? I knew it. I'm right," she smirked, reaching over to yank down the shoulder of my vest, exposing my collarbone. "Perfect. Now, fix your attitude and look a little scandalous. Meanwhile, I'm heading over there.”

I followed the direction of her perfectly manicured finger.

A gorgeous blonde guy sitting at the counter was waving directly at us.

"Yummy, right?" she winked, taking one last sip of her beer. "Gotta go! Message me if you snag someone.. Don't let me down, girl, or I'll start thinking you actually have a secret crush on me."

And just like that… she was gone.

I was alone.

I sighed and ordered another bottle of beer. Well, I’m already here. Might as well try to enjoy the night instead of sulking.

A few minutes later, the waiter returned.

Along with my beer, he placed a glowing martini glass with a bright neon straw in front of me.

Thinking it was a mistake, I politely told him, “Sorry, this isn’t mine.”

“Actually, a guy bought this for you,” the waiter replied.

“Oh… well, I appreciate the gesture, but I don’t accept drinks from strangers. I prefer beer straight from the bottle,”. As a tourist, I knew better than to risk spiked drinks. Better to be safe.

Convinced I had handled it, I went back to sipping my beer in peace.

Then suddenly, a tall, powerful body stepped in front of me and slid into the seat across the table.

Annoyed, I looked up at the intruder — only to freeze the moment our eyes met.

Holy fuck. He wasn’t just good-looking. He was dangerously hot. Broad shoulders, a chiseled jaw with sexy stubble, and he had to be at least six-foot-three. He looked like he belonged on the cover of a luxury fashion magazine. The way he stared at me felt like he was already undressing me with his eyes. And God, he smelled incredible — rich, masculine, woodsy, and expensive. If this was the kind of man Luisa was talking about, I might actually let him ruin me tonight.

“Smart girl,” he said smoothly.

“Any other girl would’ve downed that fancy cocktail without thinking twice. Here’s the beer with the bottle cap, just how you wanted it, princess.”

He placed the fresh beer on the table and smiled at me like he already owned my attention.

So he's the guy behind the mystery drink.

I tried to ignore the sudden jolt of electricity shooting through my veins, but I couldn't tear my eyes away from his face.

His smile revealed a row of perfectly white, straight teeth, my absolute weakness.

He looked so damn clean and germ-free.

Fuck, I bet he tasted amazing.

Blink.

Blink.

What the hell, Maya?! I screamed at myself internally.

Get a grip! Are you literally fantasizing about kissing a stranger?!

"Hey. You okay?" He snapped his fingers in front of my face, snapping me out of my trance.

"Huh? Oh, yes! I'm fine. Sorry, I just... remembered something," I stammered, frantically trying to piece my dignity back together.

Damn it. I had never stared at someone like a total creep before.

He definitely noticed me drooling.

“Anyway, my name is Devon. And you are…?”

“Maya. And um…Yeah, I don’t usually accept drinks from strangers, but since this one is sealed, it’s okay.”

"I get it. You're cautious. Honestly, I respect that. It's becoming a rare trait around here."

I nodded sagely, though my brain had officially left the building.

God, his scent was throwing me off so badly.

I was completely losing my cool.

Desperate to hide my nerves, I grabbed the beer bottle and took a massive, reckless gulp.

“Woah, easy there, baby,” he said with a quiet chuckle. “That’s alcohol, not juice.”

He had a point.

Unfortunately, his warning came a little too late.

The moment I set the bottle down, the room started spinning, and a rush of liquid heat flooded through my veins, settling heavily between my thighs.

Shit. It suddenly felt way too hot.

I couldn’t breathe.

Without thinking, I shrugged off my knitted vest, leaving only the thin black spaghetti strap top that barely contained my full breasts.

That’s when I noticed Devon staring — his eyes burning with raw, unfiltered lust, locked on my cleavage like he wanted to devour me.

Under normal circumstances, I would’ve slapped him and called him a pervert.

But the alcohol… and the way he was looking at me… sent a forbidden thrill straight to my core.he

Instead of covering myself up, a sudden surge of totally un-Maya-like boldness took over my body.

I wanted to push his buttons.

See how far he'd bend.

“Enjoying the view?” I asked.

“Yes,” he growled. “Those are incredibly… deliciously huge…”

The word “deliciously” sent a sharp pulse of heat between my legs.

I wanted more.

"Do you like them?"

"Like them? Fuck, I want them, baby."

A surprised, slightly tipsy laugh bubbled out of me, one I didn’t even know I could make.

“Then take them,”

He blinked twice.

“What?”

“I said take them,” I repeated.

“My babies… they’re all yours tonight.”