My heart bleeds for you

Wednesday, 10th August

Aliana's POV

"You're a dumb, stupid bitch!" She screeched as her fist came in contact with my face. I didn't see it coming so yes, I lost balance and fell flat to the ground, and that was the last thing I remembered.

I stood up from the ground in front of the clubhouse thirty minutes later, my head ached and the sound of the loud music didn't do anything to help with the headache. I winced as I struggled to get up, regretting all of my life choices, I already knew I messed up.

The last thing on my mind was holding back the tears that threatened to burst out. I allowed it to leak as I stood up and dusted my dress.

Firstly, who came to a confrontation dressed like a princess duty, second of all, who fought over a man who didn't want to be fought over.

I was disgusted with myself and for the first time since it all happened, I wondered why and how I had allowed myself to get to this point. I was standing here lost, in an unfamiliar city, with no money and no contact. I had two actually, but one of them just punched me in the eyes.

I sat back on the grass in front of the club house and I cried for how much my life changed in the last two days. My best friend had stolen my fiancée, cheated with him publicly five days before our wedding and then beat the daylight out of me when I dared to confront her.

I checked the time, it was a few minutes past seven, it was around this time two nights ago, that I had gotten the message that changed it all for me.

****

Monday, 7th August, 7:22

I had just finished my shift and I was already planning how my night would go, a bubble bath and a book. It was officially my last day at work as a single woman.

My best friend and Fiancée were away on business trips and I was okay with it, they were returning before the wedding.

My phone beeped and I picked it up immediately not knowing it carried a life changing message, something that was going to change my life in a way I had not imagined.

It was an attachment sent from an unknown number.

I opened the message in a light mood and loaded the photo, I removed my apron and placed my cap on the tabletop before I looked back at the phone.

A clear photo of Robert and Lola in each other's arms stared back at me, I saw without doubt that it was my bestfriend and fiancée sharing mouth fluids and I remained fixated to the ground, unable to move or utter any word.

I stood there for over an hour, confused and unable to comprehend what was staring right back at me.

My coworker had walked in and tapped me out of my trance.

"Are you okay?" She asked me and instead of answering I picked up my bag and hurried out of the building.

The cold night air had slapped the rein of my emotions out of me.

The phone vibrated in my hands again and it was from the same number, a text that looked like an address, the only name I recognized there was New York.

It hit me then, both business trips had been to NYC, I didn't know who to call because they were both my best friends, it turned out I was the odd one out.

Tears streamed down my eyes and I realized I wasn't going to be a casualty. I cleaned my eyes as I booked a flight right there and then, my heart ached thinking of the dress I had already bought and the jewelry.

I thought of the corky invitation I had sent to my step family and my heart ached, how could he do that to me? Lola was the only person I had, I thought she had my back?

I was seeing red, even as I flagged the taxi that was going to take me to the airport down I was still crying. I didn't know how far New York was but it wasn't a busy night. I got a ticket and I cried my heart out in the back seat.

I may be a silly, emotional fool that didn't see the signs but I wasn't going to let it slide, I was going to catch them red handed and beat one of them to pulp.

I got to the airport and moved like I was controlled by some force somewhere, I didn't wait for too long at any hotel. I went in search of the hotel in the address that was sent to me.

It was located in the middle of the city, I ignored the continuous discussion from the driver as I stared blankly at the road, forgetting to be amused by a city that the mere thoughts of had always excited me.

"We're here," he announced and I paid him immediately, I hurried out of the car and straight to the lobby, it was busy and bustling.

I didn't bother to soak in my environment, I hadn't finished soaking in the tears.

"Hello, welcome to Bells hotel, how can we help you?" The receptionist greeted me as I got to the counter table.

I struggled not to cry as I called out the room number.

"I would give you direction but both Miss Carson and Mr Smith are out for the evening, you can wait for them or come back tomorrow." She had said with so much lightness, it was then that it got even more dawning.

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They were indeed together, they were both kissing behind my back and even shared a hotel room. Was there even a business meeting? Was I just a plain fool?

I had remained at the back seat in the wide lobby, I watched as people came and went and finally I booked a room in the same hotel that my best friend and fiancée shared.

Present

I waited one more night before I finally caught a glimpse of either of them. They looked like they were going out and it made me sick to my stomach as I watched them act all lovey lovey together.

I tasted anger.

It was time to confront them and it was true, they were really fooling me. I was dressed in the same black dress I came with and I had finally dragged myself to the bathroom earlier that day.

I entered another cab and instructed him to follow theirs, I muttered silent prayers as they got out of the car. I did the same with the hopes of speaking my mind and giving her the beating of her life.

It was right there and then that she reminded me of how great a physical advantage she had over me.

They had taken my purse and my phone. I was stranded in front of the club but I wasn't going to cry again.

I walked over to the building and the bouncer stared hard at me before cracking a small smile.

"You've finally woken up, you can enter."

"Fuck you," I whispered under my breath, totally unaware that the worse part hadn't happened.

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.

Aliana's POV

His dark eyes looked at me over, I didn't think I regretted my waywardness. Moreover, he wouldn't see me again after tonight and he would just be the face of my one night of pleasure.

"Undress." He ordered, his voice was cold and his eyes even colder. I was probably under a spell because I did exactly as he said my dress went first, I was unsteady on the ground but I made it work.

I giggled as I lifted the dress off my body, I passed it through my neck and he didn't lift a hand to assist me. He pulled me closer as I reached for my bra and his mouth came down on mine, I hated the fact that I felt tingles run down my spine, I still felt like I was cheating on him.

"I thought people didn't kiss during hookups," I muttered, as his lips left mine and found my neck.

"Don't you like it?" He asked instead and I couldn't lie and say I didn't. I couldn't also say his mere lips on my mouth and I was already crying a river down there.

"I love it," I whispered and it seemed like that was all he needed to hear. He picked me up from my ass and planted his face in the crux of my neck nibbling and sucking.

"When I fuvk you I want you to think only of my very black eyes, don't think of your shit boyfriend." He ordered as he dropped me on the big bed, it was ironic that someone so called could cause me so much warmth.

"Fiancée," I corrected unconsciously and his hands landed on my ass making a loud sound. I moaned.

"I said don't speak about him." He repeated and before I could get used to the pleasurable pain his lips found mine again.

He held my hands up against my head, giving him a clear view of my full body. My bra was still on and so was my panty. With the speed of lightning he had my bra tied around both my wrist.

"Now please," I muttered, unaware of the dangerous fantasies he had stored in his calculative brain.

My breast was now out and my legs were entrapped in his heavy body, I lay there wondering what was going to happen next.

I never had sex other than in the conventional way. Roberts, that sly bastard, always played the same music and did the same routine whenever we engaged in coitus. He claimed sex was a spiritual thing and should be taken as such.

This new method of pleasure giving was strange and I anticipated it. With all the bone of contention and desire for revenge.

I let out a sharp breath when his warm mouth found my nipples, I released a moan and bit my lips. I contain most of the pleasure sounds.

"Oh my," I cried as his teeth suckled on the hardened nipple, my mind was wet and I was feeling an ache in my guts. I associated the feeling with pleasure. I wanted him.

"Don't speak." He ordered, unfazed by wriggling and writhing. I tried to be mute as his free hand went to the other breast, pinching and squeezing.

He looked hot as he did those dangerous things to me, I was already close to release and I wanted more, I wanted the final part.

His lips didn't stop there, his hands cradled my breasts as his lips trailed the very tiny very present dusting of blonde hair on my waist down.

He withdrew one of his arms and looked at me, his very very dark eyes carrying dark secrets. "Look at me, don't break a single glare."

I did, biting my lips, before he continued he came forward and kissed me again. I closed my eyes in anticipation, he lay on me as his fingers, one at a time slipped into my wetness. I let out a hushed moan.

I kept my eyes on him, as he worked his magic, he didn't need to remind me to not think of anyone but him because he completely had my attention.

"Do you know my name?" He suddenly asked out of the blue and I wondered what genre of man he was. Two of his fingers were on me and his other hand was on my breast.

I knew for one that the night was going to be imprinted in my head for a long time.

"No, I don't think so," I whispered, and he slipped a third finger into me, I arched in pressure.

"Perfect, if what you're saying is not my name I don't want to hear your voice. Is that clear?" He asked me and I nodded.

"Crystal,"

He knelt across me and forced me to hold his glare. He undid his pants and when he came into full view I swallowed in anticipation. He was large down there and I questioned what and who I had known prior to him.

My hands were over my head and slowly he leaned in and kissed me, with the same slow and steady motion, he slid into me. I was full before he was halfway in and it was a good thing because I wanted more. We became one.

"Oh my," I muttered and he pinched my nips.

"Don't say a word." He said softly as he continuously went in and out, I was livid and full. "Now," he added as we both came together. He collapsed on me and that was how we fell asleep.

*******

I woke up hours later, it was a little bright outside and if my instincts were correct it was a little past Six AM. I looked to my side and he was fast asleep, my headache from the million of drinks I had last night.

I knew they were still on the lookout for me, or maybe they would charge the bill to the hunk of male that lay next to me.

I remembered all that had happened, the sore feeling within my thighs that sort of felt good, a full ache that served as a reminder of the pleasurable experience that it was.

It was my first time hooking up and I didn't know how to act, I quickly found my panty on the floor and wore it. I picked my dress up and ran my hands through my hair.

I noticed his pants on the ground next to my dress and I saw a wallet head peeping out of it. I didn't need to wake him up, I could just take what I felt he owed and maybe a little extra. Didn't they say he was rich? I knew it wasn't my thought, it was my desperation speaking but I knew I was wearing my dress and reaching for the wallet.

Either way, he was still going to pay me for a night well spent and I would deserve it because I did make it clear that it was a hookup, but why then did I feel weird going through his wallet and seeing the hundred dollar bills.

I did it hurriedly, I pulled out one. That would be for transporting myself, my greed joined force with desperacy and I drew out another hundred dollar bill.

I didn't notice any other thing as I tried to tuck the money into my bra.

"What are you doing?" His voice came from behind him and I turned immediately, already panicking as I stared right back at him. His wallet was in my arm and I had been caught leather handed.

"It's not what it looks like," I muttered as I felt my hand shaking. The Wallet fell down on the floor with a gentle tud on the ground. He looked at it and then back at me. His enigmatic look still plastered on his face.

"Were you going to steal from me?" He asked and the world crashed around me right there and then, I stared at him without speaking.

Oh no!