Chapter 2 2]

"Hiiitt meeee!" I slur, slamming my shot glass onto the table for the sixth time.

"Are you certain you don't want a glass of water or a snack first, cupcake?" With a worried expression on his face, the bartender dared to ask.

"I apologise; was I not clear?" Burping, I say sarcastically. "I'd like another whissssskeey." I sigh loudly as I run my fingers through my hair.

"No, you were crystal clear. But a pretty little thing like you in this place?" He pauses, brow cocked. "These men are going to eat you alive." He titters as he refills and slides my shot glass over to me.

"These men?" I chuckle. Grabbing my shot glass, I down it in a single fluid hit. "You ought to see the jackass I just left." I tap my glass against the counter, indicating the need for another.

"Drinking away your problems only serves to draw you deeper into a world of chaos." He warns me by pointing the bottle at me. "This is the furthest thing from where you want to be, cupcake." He refills my glass and returns the bottle to the shelf before walking away.

I swivel in my chair, leaning against the bar, and take it all in.

Huh! The farthest place I want to be is from Ace, I'm so sick and tired of that bastard always making me feel like I'm worthless and if he thinks I'm going to return to him with my tail between my legs... He can get fucked.

I need to be in a place like this, surrounded by wealthy mature men, and I suddenly find myself wondering if the grass is greener on their side. I bite my bottom lip, my gaze sweeping over everyman, and I become curious to know how a rich jackass tastes after being kissed. I finish my shot and look at the entrance, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.

As the door slowly swings open, I rise from my stool and stride across the bar, my strides devouring the space like a hurricane unleashed, and when his gaze falls on mine, I snake my hands around his neck, running my fingers through his hair as I force his head down and press my cool lips against his hot ones.

He lets out a low grunt and his hands find my hips, digging his fingers into them as I intensify the kiss. He has an upscale aroma and a flavour reminiscent of coffee infused with a hint of cigars.

I intend to withdraw, thus putting an end to our small kissing episode, but as he pulls me flush against his body and his teeth nip at my ear lobes, a sudden, unexpected surge of desire floods me, and the soft cries that belong in the bedroom do not deter my lips.

When a loud eruption of whistling, clapping, and shouting penetrates the air, I place my hands on his chest and begin to move away from him as I return to my stool. His fingers entwine with mine, and he yanks me closer to him.

"How about it, kedi yavrusu? What is your name?" He inquires, his heavy accent making me pant with sexual curiosity.

"Mila," I find myself responding as I stare in awe at his Emerald green eyes with grey flecks.

"Are you prone to kissing strangers in bars?" He leans in seductively and inquires, his deep velvety voice bathing me in an unfamiliar sensation that draws me to him.

I gulp, my gaze darting to his perfectly formed lips as I shake my head, eliciting a snicker from him. "Has the cat stolen your tongue?" He says amusingly, rubbing the pad of his thumb along the inside of my bottom lip.

"You frighten me." I declare candidly, his thumb still resting on my bottom lip, and I suddenly feel hot and flustered.

"Ah, I see," he winks. "Did a sudden surge of courage strike you as you considered your ex and wanted to demonstrate to yourself that you don't need him, evet?"

I yank my hand free from his embrace. "Are you a mind reader?" I ask, defensively crossing my arms and glaring at him.

"Hayir," he says softly. "However, I can read your body language,kedi yavrusu, and it begs for me to touch you." His hand moves from my lip to the side of my face.

I lick my lips because I know deep down that he is correct and the longer I stare into his Emerald green eyes, the more I feel myself falling down the doomsday rabbit's hole. I lean into his touch, raising my hand to rest on his chest and sensing the beat of his heart beneath my fingertips.

The sound of the music being played on the old rustic jukebox in the corner snaps me back to reality; my hand springs back from his chest and I chuckle, shaking my head and falling backwards due to the alcohol I've consumed.

"Whoa!" He reaches forward, assisting me in regaining my footing. "Come on, let's get you a large glass of water," he says in his divine accent as he walks me to the bar.

I sit on my stool, sipping away on the ice water he had ordered for me before ordering himself a bourbon and joining his friends at the round table in the bar's corner. I make a conscious effort to avoid eye contact with him, but every now and then I find myself searching for him among the crowd, and every time I do, our eyes collide and he flicks me a wink that makes my lady bits scream for his touch.

"You don't want to go there, cupcake, not with him anyway," the bartender informs me as he leans over the countertop.

"Oh, yeah?" I respond as I turn to face him. "Why is that?" I enquire sceptically.

"Because no woman has ever returned to her normal self after spending the night with the Turkish God," he mutters jealously.

"I suppose it's a good thing I'm wanting to change." I rise from my stool, removing my jacket with a slight tear and handing it to the bartender. I gnaw on the inside of my cheek. "I've always fantasised about sleeping with an older man," I say, my nipples hardening as my panties moisten with arousal.

"He's 37 years old, enjoys fucking, and never fucks the same woman twice," the bartender announces.

"Does he have a name?"

"Aydem-fucking-Burak."

I flick my hair, take another deep breath, and cross the bar, enjoying the way Aydem's eyes devour me. Ace has never looked at me in that way before, nor has he ever... and by that I mean ever... made me crave fucking more than I do at this moment.

I stumble to his table, a lopsided smirk staining his God-carved face, and I slip between him and his friend, who is deep in conversation with Aydem, unaware that his only interest is in me. "I want to forget an ex, and I want you to be the one who helps me." I pant, licking my lips.

"And why do you want me to do it, kedi yavrusu?" he responds huskily.

"I've always wanted to be fucked by a man who knows what he's doing," I say honestly, "He's my first and I really don't want him to be my last."

He stands, picking up his car keys from the table and looks at me with curiosity. "I will ruin you for any other man who desires to touch you." His words hold a promising tone to them and I don't doubt him for a second as I follow him out of the bar.