The Hot Stranger!

Chapter 2.

Nova Sinclair.

“That jerk!” Lina cursed angrily, her eyes burning with anger while I gulped down the last contents of my 4th bottle before taking another.

“You have heard enough.” Lina, my best friend, said, snatching the 5th bottle of alcohol from me.

I thought coming to the bar could help me get over Aaron and his hurtful words, but nothing at all was working for me. I just felt pain and pain with every drink I took to numb me.

“Girl! You are a mess.” Lina said, feeling pathetic for me in her own way.

I moved my nails through my hair, wrecking my scalp to keep the pain away, but nothing actually mattered.

“He wants an open marriage.” I laughed, but the reality was I was burning inside.

Lina’s hand moved up and down my back. “He should be grateful you are married to a walking STD like him.” She groaned, rolling her eyes in pure disgust.

I reached out for the bottle again, but she gripped it away before I could get it.

My hand slumped forward, and I placed my chin on the counter, soaking the table with tears.

It hurt. It hurt badly, being betrayed so badly by the one person you knew best.

Silence settled on us, though silence could never really exist in the bar.

“Perhaps…” Lina said, dragging her voice like she was trying not to upset me. “Perhaps an open marriage doesn’t seem that bad.”

“Lina,” I called in disbelief, and she caressed my shoulders roughly.

“Hear me out, girl… hear me out. I know this is bad, and certainly not the right time to suggest this, but… in this bar where I work, some powerful men pay people to be their escort, and trust me… perhaps this could help you save up for Daniel’s medical bills and give you the actual freedom you need to vacate this marriage.”

She was right. But I didn’t need to think it through. It was a no for me. I couldn’t bring myself to get touched by another. Trust me, the thought of being touched by a man who wasn’t my man didn’t feel right. Besides, Aaron was my first, and love made me consider him.

“I will find a job…” I said to her, and her gaze softened with pity.

“How long will you work for before getting such a huge amount?”

“I will work hard,” I said, and Lina nodded her head gently, supporting me.

“I am so sorry you are going through all this. I have savings now… let me give them to you.”

My head throbbed from the pain of Aaron’s words and that of the alcohol.

“No…” I said to her, shaking my head negatively. “You have done more than enough for me, Lina. I can’t bother you for more.”

Lina’s lips parted to say a word when a lady suddenly moved forward.

“Hey…” she called to Lina, and Lina hurriedly moved forward. “Good day, ma’am.”

The lady spared her a smile. “Who is she?” she asked Lina, nudging gently at me. Lina spared me a glance, then a smile.

“She is my friend…”

“Nova, meet my boss, Miss Evelyn… Miss Evelyn, meet Nova.”

I didn’t know if it was normal, but I stretched my hand forward, and she took it into a handshake.

“Don’t cry over men… they are not worth it.”

My chest tightened at her words, and I made to pull my hands away, but she held them still. “Trust me, I didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but I heard a little of your conversation, and no man is worth your beautiful tears.”

Her words slipped into me, reducing the burden that I felt.

“I will be right back…” Lina said to me, and I nodded gently while she proceeded to take orders.

“You should stand up and dance…” she murmured, and I shook my head, too tipsy and pained to indulge.

Her hand moved to my wrist, and she pulled me up. “Come on, girl… You need to loosen up and heal.”

I didn’t know why she was insisting, but it didn’t feel like a bad idea to me.

So, without another protest, I stood up. Perhaps dancing was just all that I needed to shake the thoughts off.

We got to the stage, and I slowly began to sway my body to the music while Evelyn and I danced. She complimented my skin, shape, and looks, and that made me feel good. She was free and interactive, didn’t seem like a boss at all.

I grabbed a wine and was drinking it while wiggling hard to the music, and for a moment I had no worries… until I choked on my wine.

Evelyn’s hand found my wrist. “Careful.” She whispered, sparing me a glass of water, which I took and downed the contents in a gulp.

“You should relax first…” Evelyn said, leading me out of the bustling bar.

My legs moved against my will, and I just followed, too tired to protest.

When we got away from the bustling end, we sat on a couch, and silence settled in again until she said, “I have a job for you, you know?”

Job? My semi-closed eyes parted, and my interest got piqued.

“Nice,” I whispered, grabbing my head from the extra bang that I was feeling.

“You don’t have to do much.” She shrugged. “Just chat with lonely people, and you get paid 10,000 dollars.”

Excitement swelled within me, and for a swift second, I almost bought her words, but something within me snapped, and I knew instantly that it didn’t make any sense, because why would anyone want to pay me 10,000 dollars just for chatting with me?

“Where are we?” I asked, looking around, but before I could say another word, she was already holding my wrist, dragging me off.

My legs moved against my will because my body had weakened, and I was also getting hot.

I reached for my phone to call, but my phone was not with me, only my purse, and that immediately made my heart skip.

I wasn’t with my phone, and I was being dragged away with a body that was burning with something I didn’t know how to name.

“Where are we going?” I asked, grabbing her wrist and trying to pull away, but she didn’t say a word, nor did she let me leave. She held my wrist firmly and kept dragging me away.

The pounding of my heart increased, and I felt panic rise in the place where fear used to reside.

“Let go of me.” I tried to protest amidst my heated body, but she grabbed my hair from behind. “You skank! Shut the fuck up and walk with me.”

My knees buckled from the heat, and my stomach churned, and I felt wet with every step we took.

This can’t be happening. I have been drugged. Those were the words I was trying to process before she opened a door and pushed me inside, slamming the door before I could react.

My breath hitched, and I froze in place for a second before I began to look around in fear.

I was in a room.

The realization settled in, and in that moment, I saw a man on the bed. His face was invisible because of the red lighting.

Anxiety curled around my breath, and I didn’t know if it was because I was in a room with an unknown man or the fact that he was walking toward me already.

Fear seeped into me as I tried to run away, but every step he took turned firmer and firmer until he was now standing before me, grinning mischievously as he had finally seen a chick to destroy.

His hand moved to my arms, and he pulled me closer.

“Hey, sexy! You look so fucking hot!”

“Let go of me!” I groaned, wiggling my body, which was starting to betray me.

“Let go of you? Come on, girl! You have been paid off to me…”

Paid off? My skin tingled, but it wasn’t out of desire, but disgust.

The last thing I wanted to do was get touched by this man.

I pressed my arms to his chest, trying to push him away as he buried his face against the nape of my neck, but he was too strong, too powerful.

My heart thumped against my ribcage.

No. This can’t happen. I can’t let this happen. I can’t let him touch me.

My mind spiraled with different thoughts until one settled.

Without giving it further thought or consideration, I moved my knee, kicking it hard against his groin.

“Fucking hell!” He cursed, clutching his dick and staggering backward.

“You sick bastard!” He gritted in pain, but I hurriedly gripped the vase on the table.

“Don’t come close,” I said, my voice trembling as much as my hand was.

Fear glistened in his eyes, and in that moment, I hurriedly scrambled for the doorknob, twisted it open, and ran out.

My legs moved as fast as they could carry me… because the man was following me already.

I looked around, legs trembling, body tingling, pussy dripping, but I still managed to run.

The road didn’t feel familiar. I couldn’t even place how we arrived here, and I was left with little option.

Without a thought, I hurriedly moved to the door of every suite, placing a harsh knock on each door.

“You sick psycho.” The man growled, and I felt my heart thumping as he drew closer.

Oh. No. This can’t happen. No corner was here… no hiding spot.

My hope was lost, but I still staggered to the next door, banging hard on it.

Please open, I prayed in my mind as the man drew closer, and just when I almost gave up, the door to the suite opened, and I fell in, crashing into something I couldn’t name.

The door closed behind me, and a brief sigh of relief left my lips as the cold room swallowed me whole.

In that moment, the realization dawned on me to check what I was leaning on.

There… he stood tall, towering above me with 8 fucking inches.

My breath hitched, and for a brief moment, I thought I was pressing into a wall until my gaze met his.

Hard muscles, sculpted body, lean yet broad shoulders, and deep almond eyes that unraveled me with every glance.

My eyes hitched against his, throat tightening as I took in the sight of his hard, angled jaw, straight nose, and hair that looked like he had been running his hands through it.

My pussy dripped, and I didn’t even know if it was the drugs that were kicking in or the desire that tugged at a very narrow place in my heart.

I was burning… my body, my pussy, and every inch of me was craving ruin, but I reminded myself amidst the impulse of the drugs that I couldn’t do this.

So I made to say a word, but before my lips could open, his hand… huge, calloused hand moved to my waist, grabbing and pulling me closer till my breasts were pressing into his chest.

My heart thumped, but my pussy thumped harder, and before I could process everything, he leaned down completely, capturing my lips into his in one swift move.