The Hot Stranger.

Chapter 1.

Isadora, a 22-year-old college girl sat on the stool beside the club counter, wasting under the disco light. Beside her was her best friend, Liliana, whose face was masked up with so much worry. Isadora’s parents had just gotten divorced, and as if that wasn’t bad enough, her mother was suddenly getting married to her high school lover, and her poor little self was being dragged into the depths of this misery.

“You have been drinking too much, Isadora. Hand me that,” Liliana scolded, a mask of concern clinging to her face.

Isadora moved the bottle of alcohol away. “No.” She snarled, tightening her grip on the bottle before taking another huge gulp with wide, teary eyes.

Growing up, life hadn’t been the best for her.

Her parents were nothing like couples. It was always one heated argument, or one business crash after the other. Even if her father was never the perfect husband, she could guarantee that her he was the better parent, and the knowledge that she would not live with him again, burned deeper than the fact that he could go to jail soon.

Isadora lifted the bottle of alcohol, taking another huge gulp.

The day after her parents got divorced, her father suddenly went bankrupt, and even if she had no evidence… she knew her mother was behind this.

Her mother had always been the manipulative one. Hot-tempered- narcissistic, and negligent.

She had never been to her father a wife, let alone a mother to her.

Isadora grew up getting hate comments from her mother and right now… she was stuck with her mother, who wouldn’t stop threatening her with her tuition f*e.

“Oh…” she exhaled gently, dropping her forehead on her palm while fondling the burning ache away.

The weight of everything burned against her chest.

This was her last chance to waste away. Her last chance to soak herself in grief, before settling into the reality of tomorrow.

Liliana sat still, her eyes lingering gently on Isadora’s bottle.

“Hey…” she mumbled sweetly, dropping her hand on Isadora’s shoulder while scheming to drop the tablet of aphrodisiac into the alcohol bottle. For months now… she has been looking for the opportunity to ruin Isadora and now was just her perfect time.

Isadora looked back at her best friend, eyes heavy with pain and tears. “I am tired,” she mumbled, the edge of her voice cracking in pain.

“I know…” Liliana whispered, brushing her hand against Isadora’s wrist before finally slipping the aphrodisiac into Isadora’s alcohol.

The tears in Isadora’s eyes slipped, and she sought solace in her alcohol, grieving over the fact that she had to live with her unaffectionate and nonchalant mother just so she could finish her college.

A smile touched Liliana’s lips as she watched Isadora down the contents. You bitch, she mumbled within. Just wait and see how I expose you tonight to your mother and help get rid of you from my life completely.

To Isadora, Liliana was her best friend. But to Liliana, Isadora had and would always be some lowlife girl who managed to get everyone’s attention and came first in everything.

Academically, Isadora broke records and made waves that most couldn’t… everything Isadora got on a platter was a struggle for Liliana.

And now… Liliana would make sure to ruin Isadora’s life by setting her up with a man, sending explicit images to her mother, just so she would withdraw Isadora from school.

The bustling sound of music filled the air and Isadora rocked her ass against the chair. For a lady with high alcohol tolerance, she sure hadn’t taken much. For her age, she had consumed a lot more alcohol than anyone could imagine — and all thanks to her mother for ruining her life to the point of low self-esteem.

“Hey…” Liliana called sweetly, getting off her stool. “I need to use the restroom.”

A smile kissed Isadora’s lips and she giggled sheepishly. “I will be waiting.”

Liliana gave a gentle nod before walking away.

Isadora dropped her head on the counter, pouting and exhaling gently.

She glared at her fingers, struggling to suck in the tears that were threatening to spill. But life sucks. And life sucks harder when your parents’ ambitions aren’t yours.

While lost in thought, a man walked forward. Short, large, and robust.

He dragged his eyes across her body before calling out, “Hi, sexy.”

She raised her heavy gaze up, her body twitching with a bit of discomfort.

“Hey…” she replied casually, dropping her head back on the counter.

The man rolled the bottle of alcohol in his hand. “Care for some?”

“No,” she replied, frustrated already.

The man clenched his fingers around the bottle before finally leaning into her.

“You… look sexy though…”

His hand trailed down Isadora’s body as he spoke into her ear in the most sickening voice.

“What the fuck!” Isadora snapped, raising her head from the counter.

The man brought his hand back to her back, but she hurriedly pushed him away.

“Don’t touch me!”

“Or what?”

“Or I would scream…”

“Scream?” A smile curled at the corner of the man’s lips.

“And your dumb ass thinks anyone would hear you through the bass of this speaker.”

Isadora looked around, scared and frustrated. Her mind raced. Why was Liliana taking so long?

Anxiety slipped through her system and the hair on her skin prickled. But Isadora could have sworn that this feeling wasn’t out of fear. It was out of something she didn’t want to place a name on.

A grin formed on the man’s lips and he reached to grab her thighs, but Isadora hurriedly grabbed the empty bottle of alcohol from the counter.

“Don’t come close,” she barked, struggling to contain the heat that was seeping up her body.

The man stood back with wide eyes. “Hey, sexy… put that down. I mean no harm.”

Isadora’s pussy tingled, but she hurriedly clamped her thighs shut, deciphering whatever this feeling was before dragging her gaze up his body.

Bile rose up her throat and she knew instantly that whatever this feeling was… the sight of this man couldn’t have stimulated it.

As much as trauma made her crave men like breath, as much as her pussy dripped for everything with monsters between their thighs… she knew for sure that in her most horrific dreams she would never crave, or drip for, this man. Never.

Isadora looked around. The bartender wasn’t here and Liliana was taking too long… and this definitely didn’t feel like a coincidence, but she would worry about that when she found a way to pull herself out of this mess.

Before the man could move closer, Isadora crashed the bottle on his head, bolting off.

“Ouch!!!” The man grimaced, gripping his head while chasing after her.

“Come back here… I will catch you. You definitely can’t run for long. You can’t…”

Isadora’s heart raced, but she ran as fast as her legs could carry her, saving the anxiety for the moment she found safety.

“I will get you.” The man laughed heartily, chasing after her like he didn’t have a wound to worry about.

“I am sorry…” Isadora panted to the person she bumped into in the busy club, bolting through the next turn.

She stopped for a second, legs quivering, body dripping with needs and desire, but God forbid she give herself to a man without her consent again.

The sound of the man’s footsteps drew closer and Isadora picked up her steps again, knowing she had to save herself.

Her wobbling legs struggled, but she kept running through the lonely road, taking turns after turns, until she suddenly bumped into someone on the turn next to the elevator.

Her legs wobbled and her hands fell on the guy’s suit, gripping, clutching, and trembling.

“Who are you?” The deep masculine voice came in, hot, sexy, and stern in a way that should never sound attractive.

Isadora raised her gaze to his and for a second, the air in the hallway stilled.

Her breath hitched against her throat, and she stared up at him, unable to move her gaze away.

Her thighs clamped instinctively, pussy dripping into her panties regardless.

Holy, freaking molly.

How the hell did she run away from trouble only to get into temptation?

Her grip on his suit tightened, mouth watering from the sight of him.

Isadora could have sworn that in her entire life, she had not seen a man as hot as this stranger.

Tall, broad, masculine, with almond eyes that held no emotions yet didn’t fail to pull her in at first glance.

Anyone could put it this way: she hated men because they had contributed to the largest part of her life scars. But the man right here could be an exception, because she was starting to imagine what those pretty, heart-shaped lips of his would do between her thighs.

“Young lady,” Damian called, his stern voice pulling her out of her thoughts.

Isadora blinked back immediately, the reality striking her like lightning.

She glanced at him, then back at the hallway, which now echoed with the footsteps of whoever.

The anxiety from seconds ago rushed in and she clutched his suit harder.

“Help… please… he… he is chasing after me…. Please.”

The tension in the room cracked and the footsteps grew unbearably louder. Her heart pounded against her ribcage. She should run away. What if he didn’t help? But what if she did and the man still caught up with her?

Tears prickled the back of her eyes, and she held his gaze with a plea, hoping and praying that he wouldn’t shove her away.