"Girl, you have to come tonight," Lila's voice buzzed in my ear, through the phone, persistent !
"Nope. Not my vibe," I muttered, curling into the couch.
"Please! Noah booked tickets, and everyone is going. You can't bail."
I huffed, staring at my reflection in the dark screen of my phone. Fine. Just… one hour.
~At the bar~
The bar hit me like a punch. Neon lighting! thumping bass shaking my chest, spilling over into my bones. People were everywhere, tangled in a mess of skin and movement, grinds and spanking in full, chaotic display. Hands slapped asses, bodies pressed, faces twisted in laughter, lust, thrill, and dare I say; utter shamelessness.
My friends were loving it, cheering, egging each other on, completely immersed. And me? I felt like a spectator in a private show I'd accidentally stumbled into.
Everywhere I looked, bodies collided, hips grinding, skin slapping, hair flying. The music pulsed with it all, throbbing so hard !!!
Sweat glistened under neon lights; shouts, moans, laughs,each sound layered into a chaotic symphony I wasn't sure I wanted to be a part of.
Then I saw him.
A mystery guy
Watching me too long from the corner!
Tall. Sharp suit. Eyes dark, Confidence radiated from him .
He approached me!
"Hey," he said smoothly, voice dipped in charm and danger. "You look… like you don't belong here."
I laughed nervously, shifting away. "Yeah… just… watching."
He smirked. "Watching's boring. You deserve better than that. Come, have a drink with me."
Something in the way he said it made my pulse jump. The music, the crowd, the lights all blurred
One drink. Then another. My nerves softened, my mind hazy, the room spinning just slightly. My friends' laughter sounded far away, distant, distorted. I felt myself letting go of control… maybe just a little.
"Relax," he whispered, leaning closer, fingers brushing my arm, just enough to spark but not hurt. Light flirting, teasing. His presence was magnetic, the kind that made you forget the world outside, forget your boundaries, forget the safety net of your friends.
When I got drunk at the level from which I wouldn't able to be called " sane "!
He guided me through a hallway I hadn't noticed before. The walls changed to a red glow. Candles flickered in dark corners, their shadows dancing on velvet drapes. The air smelled heavy, scented with something sharp and intoxicating, like danger , like sex!
The door closed behind us with a soft click.
And suddenly, the chaos of the bar was gone. The thumping music, the grinding bodies, the flashing lights, all replaced by silence and red shadows. The red room was intimate, secret, and entirely isolated.
My heart hammered in my chest. I wasn't just out of my comfort zone, I was alone, and the man who had coaxed me here was now all that filled the space.
"You shouldn't be alone here," he said, voice low, smooth.
I said,almost shaky. "Who are you?"
He leaned closer, his fingers touching just a little too close to my waist.
"You're shaking," he murmured. "Want me to help you with that?"
That line hit like cold water.
"Back off," I managed to say, voice smaller than I wanted.
He didn't. He smiled. That kind of smile that said he was used to getting what he wanted.
He start unbuttoning my shirt and, me in complete drunkness wouldn't even able to move away, slap him or kick him in the balls!
I could still feel that stranger's fingers on my wrist when a voice cut through it like a blade.!!!!
"Let. Her. Go."