Chapter 3 Three

It's been two weeks since I last went to a club or even had sex, and I could feel the urge for a good fuck coming on. A good sex, just like the last one I had.

I released a dreamy sigh, just thinking about the hot hunk who fucked me good. The sound of a hand smacking the counter snapped me from my daydream, and I was faced with an angry customer.

"My coffee?" The old lady snapped, and I sighed once more and muttered a quick sorry while preparing her coffee. When the lady was gone, I lazily looked at the clock hanging on the wall and took off the apron around my neck when I saw my shift was over.

"You couldn't wait for one more minute?" Charlie mocked as he came through the back door while I chuckled and threw the apron at him.

"I was counting every second you would walk through that door," I joked back, and he shook his head.

"Going to the club, yes?" He asked, coming up to the counter and tying his apron around his neck.

I clicked my tongue and gave him a smirk. "You know me too well, Charlie," I joked while bumping my fist on my chest.

I took a cab home first because I had to change into something more... sexy, and when I opened the door to our small apartment, I was hit with the stale smell of alcohol and cigarettes. Mom was passed out on the floor, her long brown hair tangled around her face, and I couldn't help but think about the first time this happened.

"Amanda?" Mom called out to me, slowly blinking as she stretched her hand to an empty bottle. I gulped, walking up to her. She was never like this, but when dad left, she turned to drinks and drugs and forgot that her children needed her.

"I'm here..." I whispered, kneeling beside her. She only replied with a grunt, and I knew she had fallen back asleep. I looked at her for a few seconds, and my lips turned down. I couldn't leave her on the floor, so I tried waking her up even though I knew it was hopeless.

With a deep sigh, I grabbed her arm and groaned while pulling her up to her feet. I puffed out a breath as I gently laid her on the couch.

"Fuck this," I whispered and went to my room. I pulled out my favorite red dress. It hugged my curves in all the right places, and I felt sexy wearing it.

I ran my hands through my hair, trying to tame the frizz. As I looked at myself in the mirror, my smile slowly dropped, and I closed my eyes and took in a deep breath.

When I opened my eyes, I smiled at myself, put on my red lipstick, grabbed my black coat, and called a cab. As I dropped at the club, Joe waved at me with his friendly smile as I walked closer.

"Haven't seen you in a while," he said, and I smirked. "Well, I'm here now!" I laughed, and he shook his head and opened the door.

"Have a good time, baby girl," he winked, and I gave him a thumbs up and walked in. I felt the bass vibrating through my body. The strobe light flashed, and the room packed with people.

I made my way to the bar stool and scanned the room, looking for my next hookup.

"A glass of vodka tonic, please," I smiled at the barman, and he nodded.

From the corner of my eye, a slim man putting on a grey suit walked over and sat next to me.

"I'll have what she's having," he told the barman, tapping his key on the wood, and I raised a brow as I took a sip of my drink.

He turned to me, and I glanced at him. His dark eyes rested on my chest with a smirk. He looked at my face and smiled. "Why's a pretty girl drinking all by herself?"

Before I could answer, my chair spun, and I gasped when he was staring down at me with his grey eyes.

"Jack...." His name trailed off my lips like a prayer.

He turned to the man next to me and raised a brow. "Who said she was?" The man scoffed and walked off while muttering a silent slut.

"Princess," he whispered, and my lower lips clenched from hearing his voice. Fuck, I really am a slut.

I glared at him and crossed my legs with my knee touching his torso. "What was that for?" I questioned, and he smirked and removed the cuffs of his white shirt and rolled them up his arms.

"Because I can't stand the sight of seeing another man look at you like he wants to fuck you," he mumbled, his eyes moving from mine to my lips.

I took in a deep breath and held onto my drink tightly, then scoffed. "What we had was a one-night stand, Jack," I rolled my eyes and placed my drink on the table. "It means not getting attached."

He moved his lips to my ear, and I gulped as I pressed my back to the table. "Ever since that night, Princess, all I could think about was how good it felt to have you riding me, and every day...." He trailed off as he took in a breath. "I kept coming to this fucking club so I could see you again and take you."

"I-" "Shhhhh," he cut me off and brought his face closer to mine. His hot breath fanned my cheek. "Don't deny it, Princess, I know you want me too."

I grabbed his face, placed my lips on his, and fuck! It was so weird that I missed this even though I have only met him once.

What the hell am I doing? I promised myself never to get attached, and that was what I would do. I just need to fuck him once more, and I would forget all about him.

I broke the kiss and gave him a smirk. "Then take me, Jack."