Chapter 2 Awesome feelings

Aliana's POV

"Two more shots!" I called the bartender lady, she smiled at me and even with my alcohol ridden head I could tell that she was a very pretty woman.

"You're far gone, are you sure you want any more?" She asked as she poured another drink. I nodded and almost snapped at her and her implication, the bruise around my eyes had the tendency of going purple and it sort of irked me. I touched it and winced as it caused pain to pour through me.

"You know what's even more annoying, they both stole my wallet. I was dating a poor, wretched thief and I didn't know, I did everything for them both." I drawled, I was out of my consciousness but I didn't know.

My heart ached at the betrayal and I knew I couldn't let them have the last laugh, maybe I would stay off Cali for now until I knew what I wanted to do with myself.

"He is an asshole, so what are you going to do now?" She asked as she passed the drink to me, I had poured out all of my problems to her and thought she wasn't even complaining.

"I just have to find a way to get back to my city, I'm without cash." I said and she paused.

"How are you going to pay for the drinks you've been helping yourself to?" She asked me and I realized then that it was a blaring fact I had ignored, I was broke. I couldn't even return to the hotel because I didn't even know where it was. My card, my cash and my phone were all in the hands of the monsters I thought were my people.

"Alright, you need to agree. Are you going to work here part time or I should hook you up to some bored, rich man either way you gotta pay up." She snapped, I realized it was part of her job to listen to drunk customers and offer monotonous words of advice.

I was even more foolish than I thought.

"There," she said all of a sudden, pointing at a scary looking, tall and broody man approaching the bar, he went straight to the male bartender on the other side and settled on a stool. Not bothering to spare anybody any of his dark glances, the mere sight of him sent shivers down my spine.

Even in my drowsy state I didn't miss the eyes that followed him, the ladies watched him like he was a candy and they were flies.

"What happened to him?" I asked her, dropping the words like I was walking on eggshells.

"He's Freddy Demario and he is loaded, we don't know what he does but they say he operates with illegal activity. He has body guards all around though but I'm not sure he would mind a night of pleasure, plus, you're really pretty. Hookup with him, take your money and pay back the club. We will have our eyes out for you, deal?" She asked me and I stared back at her in horror.

Did I forget to list the part that I was a naive chef and had no experience in this sort of thing?

"You don't mean that!" I muttered, almost losing my subconsciousness, I was still uptight in my intoxication.

"You really don't want me calling security on your stranded ass!" She grounded, like what she suggested was in any way a 'normal thing.'

I thought of my fiancée, and the thought that he wasn't really my fiancé anymore dawned on me. What if this was my revenge mega plan? I killed two birds with one stone. Get my revenge and get out of this fix.

I took a long swig of strong spirit and staggered towards him.

I felt chills as I neared him but I ignored the domineering feeling.

"You look lonely," I tried as I moved closer to him and placed my hand on his shoulder, he shrugged my hands off and I smelt a waft of his perfume.

He smelled very much male, like spices and cigars.

He said nothing, barely even acknowledged my presence.

"Do you not hear?" I asked again, maybe he was deaf and couldn't hear. I swung my hands across his face and this time, I got his attention but then, I didn't know how I felt about them.

His eyes were dark, brooding and intense and as it landed on me I felt like I was going to run out of the club screaming like a child.

"Wow, your eyes are so black." I muttered without thinking, I covered my mouth immediately after, wishing I could take back my silly words. If I wasn't so far gone in my drunken state, I would have noticed the stares all around me and realized that the bartendress had sent me on a suicide mission.

He looked like he wanted to speak, then he hesitated, finally I heard his voice. It sounded just like he did, cold, scary and intimidating. "They are gray, my eyes are gray and yeah so are yours." He said referring to my bruise, I ignored him.

"I think they are the same thing, why are you here sitting alone like the big bad wolf, I'll go first!" I screeched, led by my worst enemy, a mixture of hateful anger and alcohol. "I'm here because my boyfriend cheated on me with my best friend, I am seeking revenge. Now, it's your turn."

He didn't look like he wanted to talk to me, but then, he turned around and I followed his gaze. He gestured and just like that four hefty men that had mixed with the crowd moved away.

"You're drunk." He said slowly and with intentionality.

"Yes I am, but do you know what else?" I asked him and it didn't seem like he was ready for a pop quiz so I answered myself. "I don't mind having hot great sex with you, I mean I'm down if you're down."

He didn't break a glance, he didn't even show emotions at large so I didn't know if the blank stare meant, 'is she crazy' or 'yes of course I would have sex with you'.

I waited for his response as my blurry eyes did a rough accessing of him, he was handsome. In a dangerous, rough manner. He smelt like wood and spice and his dark outfit through and through did nothing to lessen the dark and dreary look he had about him.

I didn't understand why I wasn't scared.

"You're drunk." He related again and I was almost forced to ask if they were the only words he knew.

"I'm not crazy. A hot night of good, crazy sex. I think I'm good, and if I'm not, you can teach me. I can tell you need it, and I do too." I said into his ear and just like that, before I could find my standing he grabbed my hands and led me out of the dark room.

All eyes were back to their business, he had made his pick.

I followed closely, anticipating the hot night that would surely follow this much tension.

He pushed me into a room and before I could catch my breath, he slammed me against the wall and his mouth was on mine, hot and breathtaking, literally.

I let out a moan, worried if I would make it out sane.