Chapter 9 THE NIGHT WE MET

Paula's POV

"You know, Cindy, I don't think Jake loved me truly. Because if he really did, how can he leave me that easily? How can he change his mind so easily?" I said, while tears running down my face.

Cindy patted my shoulders. "Maybe he did but changed his mind. Maybe he got bored and decided to find someone new."

"He got bored? Am I lame? Why would he get bored?"

"No, Paula. Maybe that dude wasn't really looking for someone who's gonna stay with him forever. Maybe he just needed someone so that he would be entertained. Boys are sometimes like that, you know."

"But he told me that he loves me, he always tells me that."

"Well, we don't know if he meant it."

I drank some more liquor and it continues burning my throat. It tasted so bitter; it tasted sweet, tragic... it tasted sadness...

"You know what, Paula? Let's just forget about that asshole and get drunk as long as we want."

I wiped my tears away as I drank more liquor. "You're right, Cindy. I will forget about that asshole! How dare he hurt me like this?! How dare he find someone new when I already gave him all that I have?! How dare they leave me like this?! How dare they to pretend like I didn't exist at all?!!!"

"Oh, Paula...",

I filled my stomach with liquor until I no longer taste the bitterness. I could only taste the happiness, the excitement, and the will to be happy and spend the night without worrying about anything. Cindy suddenly stood up and grabbed me by the hand as he dragged me towards the dance floor where people were dancing crazily, as if there's no tomorrow. "Come on, Paula. Let's dance the night away! Let's spend this night the way we want and forget about the bullshits that happened!"

At first, I was hesitant, but then I just can't say no to my best friend who's always been there for me whenever I need her. We shoved our way through the dancing crowd and stopped when we finally found our spot. The DJ suddenly played Miley Cyrus's song called 'Party In the USA' and we started moving our bodies in sync.

I rarely dance, but that night was different. It felt like my own body controlled me and all I did was dance as if I'm a pro. I was twirling my body around, moving it while flipping my hair back and forth. I could see the people around us dancing crazily, too. Then the DJ suddenly changed the song and shifted to a slow, erotic one. As if my body knew the song, it automatically moved according to the beat. I started moving my hips while putting my hands above my head. I didn't know how I do that but I loved it.

Then a man caught my attention. He was standing near the bar counter while looking at my direction. He was holding a glass of whiskey in his right hand while his left hand was inside the pocket of his jeans. Our eyes were locked to each other as I continue dancing seductively.

He wasn't able to get a hold of himself anymore, so he put his glass on the counter and started walking towards me. I continue moving while staring at him, waiting for him to finally approach me. My whole body trembled as soon as he got to stand in front of me. I couldn't see his face clearly because the lights suddenly dimmed but all I know was he's so tall that he was already towering over me. "Melissa..." he suddenly mumbled.

"I'm not Melissa, my name's Paula." I replied without stopping myself from dancing. He was just staring at me while I was just dancing as if I was seducing him.

Then suddenly, he grabbed my waist and pulled me close to him. "I missed you so much, Melissa." He whispered before finally claiming my lips. He bent back my head across his arm and kissed me, his hungry mouth parted my lips, sending rough tremors along my nerves while giving me the feeling of desire that I don't think I have ever felt before. I tried to push him away, but he was so strong he was able to conquer me without exerting much effort.

"Can you go with me?" he asked when he finally moved a way from me. He was staring straight into my eyes while caressing my cheeks. I could already feel the heat that his touch caused to my body.

I nodded unconsciously.

I saw him smile as he put his arm around my waist, then we started walking away from the crowd. As soon as we stepped inside the elevator in a hotel where he took me, he started kissing me again while pressing my body to the cold wall of the elevator. He pinned both of my hands above my head as he continues crashing his lips onto mine. I kissed him back, I opened my mouth to let his tongue slide inside it and I tasted the whiskey that he was drinking when I saw him a while ago. The taste of the whiskey and the warmth of his mouth brought an unfamiliar feeling to me. It was hot... in that instant I became his slave.

He lifted me up in his arms without breaking from the passionate kiss. I put my legs around his waist while my arms were around his shoulders. As soon as the elevator went open, he walked towards a room just across it and opened the door using the key that the woman gave him from the reception hall. He didn't put me down until he was able to close the door and lay me down on the soft mattress.

The man crawled on top of me and started kissing me again. I put my hands around his shoulders as I kissed him back. "I love you so much, Melissa.." He kept on mumbling while claiming my mouth. His lips suddenly traveled down my neck, nibbling and sucking it while his right hand moved down to my breast.

I got surprised as I felt his hand caressing my right boob, I tried to push him away but he pinned my hands above my head again. "It's alright, honey... Just trust me..."