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EMILY'S POV.

I grabbed his hands and pulled them off, throwing them away from me, and turned to him.

"What the heck do you think you're doing?" I asked, looking at him with surprise, but it felt like a drum hitting my head. I staggered, and he caught me again.

"What am I doing?" He asked, and I tried to pry my hands out of his, but he held on to my wrist firmly.

"You know what you're doing. How could you approach me for the sake of doing this? You're a jerk! A traitor!" I accused him, with my words slurring.

"A traitor?"

"I thought we were comrades!" I shouted in an uneven tone and swayed on my feet once more, but he caught me by the waist.

"Comrades? You're drunk. I'm only trying to get you to your room." He said, and in pretense of brushing my hair backwards, he brushed his palm over my breasts once more, and I pushed him away.

"I asked what you think you're doing!" I shouted, but my eyes couldn't even open properly anymore.

"I'm getting you to your room."

"All men are the same. You probably have a girlfriend somewhere, don't you? You connivingly cheat."

He pulled me to him once more, and I wanted to pull away but couldn't. It suddenly seemed like that move had triggered lots of things in me.

I was suddenly aware of the toughness of his body and the way my gentle hands laid on the strong muscles in his arms.

Why was I feeling that way? He smirked, and I wanted to run my lips over his. What was that feeling? Why was I feeling loose and ready to go to sleep with the bartender?

I tried desperately to pull away, as I couldn't understand myself, but he held me closer.

"Don't you think you want to share a room with me?" He asked in a low, husky voice, and panic mingled with desire in me. I wanted to thread my fingers in his hair, press my lips to his, and wrap my legs around him, but at the same time, I knew it was wrong. I was getting married in a few days to an Alpha.

Was I still getting married? I didn't think so.

But even though I wasn't getting married, I could never do such a thing as sleep with a random man.

"Let go of me." I said it angrily, but he didn't let go.

"In minutes, you'll be the one unable to let go of me." He said it softly, and I gasped.

"Did you put something in my drink?" I asked, and the smile on his face said it all, but his words were the opposite.

"Why would I? Are you suggesting I put something in the drinks of all my customers? I simply gave you what you wanted."

"You! You idiot! How could you spike my drink!?" I shouted, pushing against him, but he simply gave a little laugh.

"I didn't. Why would I spike your drink? Do I look like some horny idiot to you? You're the horny one here." He said that, and I almost scratched his face, trying to break free from him.

He tried to hold me to himself but was unsuccessful, and then we heard the harsh scraping of a chair, and he left me abruptly. I rubbed my wrists angrily, leaning against a wall, and just then, someone showed up. It was another man.

He was tall, broad-shouldered, and looked like, if he wanted, he could drag the bartender and throw him outside the bar.

"What's the fuss all about?" He asked in a deep voice, and the bartender seemed to think his plans were ruined.

"I came to have a drink, but this man here... this man here tried to take advantage of me. He spiked my drink with something! Ask him. He was touching me inappropriatelyand refused to leave me. I…"

"Wow! How can you spew such lies comfortably? You were obviously forcing yourself on me just now." He lied, and my eyes widened.

"Ha! Why are you this despicable? You touched my chest and said all manner of nasty things!" I shouted, with my voice swaying a bit.

Already, everything seemed to split in two, and I wanted to wrap my arms around something, to kiss someone, and John's image kept replaying in my mind.

"She's drunk. She can't even open her eyes properly." The bartender said that, and I felt a strong arm wrap around my waist.

"Give me the keys." The deep voice said.

"You'll… You'll take her to her room? I can… I can do that. I'll…"

"The keys." He repeated it, and I heard a jangling sound. The next moment, I was swept off my feet.

"He… he touched me. He touched me and put something in my drink, so I'll sleep with him. Now I'm thinking of my fiancé again." I shouted dramatically, with my tone rising and crashing recklessly.

"Jerks like him; you have to punish them! You have to take them to court, and... wait, where are you taking me? A room?" I continued babbling and talking about different things.

The man didn't even reply. He inserted the keys into a door and carried me inside.

My feet found the floor, and he tried to leave, but I held on to his arm.

"Isn't it absurd? He just came out of nowhere and began to" I continued, drunkenly.

"Ma'am. You should forget about the bartender and have some rest. Is there anything you forgot downstairs?" He asked, but my hands found his chest, feeling his muscles beneath the slim fabric of his chest. He tried to take my hand off, and I looked into his eyes.

"Worst day ever. Why do I feel this way?" I asked, and he placed his hands around my shoulders, trying to push me away, but by then, all morality had been cleared from my head.

Whatever the bartender had spiked my drink with was working. I needed someone badly, and he was the right person. Him and no one else.

He opened his mouth to speak once more, but I placed a finger on his lips and, with my other hand, began to unbutton my shirt. His eyes widened, and he tried to leave. I dragged him back, stood on tiptoes, pressed my lips to his, and wrapped my legs around his waist with my arms around his neck, just like I had wanted to do with the bartender.

He tried to push me away, but I was intent on kissing him with all I had. All the pain of the day and the loss, I transferred to the kiss, and I kissed him like I didn't have anything else to do other than kiss a man.

He staggered backwards as he tried to support my weight. I looked into his eyes and saw my desire reflected in his. I had managed to arouse my desire in him, but he was still baffled. Of course, it was wrong to feel things for a woman you met minutes ago.

It was even more wrong to sleep with her.

"Did he really spike your drink? We can go down and report him to the station. It's not too late to go, and...

I flashed a beautiful smile at him, interrupting his words. He stared at me with an expression that seemed to suggest he had seen something he hadn't seen before. I kept the smile up, telling him he had no worries without words, and when I kissed him again—at first he was unresponsive—but eventually, he returned it slowly.

If I were to go crazy, then it'd rather be with the unknown stranger than with the bartender, who had thought he could outsmart and take advantage of me.

We found our way back to the bed, and clothes flew to the ground in different directions; his kisses were everywhere on my skin.

At that moment, I was willing to forget everything and everyone. I only wanted to focus on the man before me.

After all, we were complete strangers with nothing to do with each other.