Her

Seven years later (present day)... 

The club's music pulsed through the crowded dance floor, where young people lost themselves in the rhythm.

Enjoying the savory dish of the night, junked together, each individual's skin collided with one another. 

A well-structured poll bar stood in the center of the dance floor, with strippers swaying their hips to the beat of the music and dancing lavishly for the eyes to feast on. 

The hip-hop feeling resonated as people lost themselves in the moment, their hands lifted, heads shook, and yells added to the room's joyous environment. 

A few feet away from the dance floor, the stairs went to the top floor of the club, where it leveled out to the bar area while the bartender catered to his clients. 

Among these, a lone guy sat at the bar, his head in his hands, nursing a whiskey. 

His eyes were blurry from booze, and his thoughts were a muddled mess.

His head became airwire, and he strained to move any part of his body, yet he ended up feeling very sorry for his unhappy existence. 

A loose groan from his lips, hit by the consequences of the amount of alcohol he had drank; his eyes flew open towards the glass, transforming him into a gorgeous double who seemed cold and diabolical, but the anguish lurked behind his sight. 

He gazed at the whiskey glass as if it were his next adversary to be slain, wrapping his fingers around it and about to take the final cup, when his phone's ringing interrupted the spell.

A furrow appeared over his forehead, he dropped the cup, and then answered the phone. 

"She is calling again," he slurred as he held the phone to his ear.

"See who is calling at this time? Don't you think I would be asleep?" Jordan joked drunkenly as he held the cup and carefully swirled the contents. 

His expression became slightly demeaning. 

"Where are you Jordan? I have been looking for you for a while now," he scoffed before letting out a cold giggle. 

"Oh, really? I never imagined you would be in the mood to make time for someone as stupid as me." 

"Just tell me where you at." 

"She wants to know," he chuckled coldly as he leaned on his hand, lowering his upper body slightly while keeping his phone close to his ear. 

"From the sounds in the room, I am sure you know where I am. I am getting my mood at the bar; do whatever you want to find me. Track my location as you have always done; I do not give a f*ck. Besides, I have a drink to take, and I hate it when it is warm," he said in an irritated tone before ending the call. 

"But Jordan—" The woman was about to say something when she realized the call had ended abruptly. 

She groaned, frustrated. 

Meanwhile, following the call, Jordan averted his sight to the stacked drinks behind the bartender as he silently recalled his history. Reminiscing on the memories, his thoughts got crowded by what had taken on, and then he violently gulped the drink, leaving a foul aftertaste, just like his heart. 

"Hey handsome," a woman cooed, as her fragile and slender hand rested on the back of his hand on the table. He turned to her, his gaze unwavering, noticing she was dressed in a seductive tight fitted mini dress that highlighted most of her curves and revealed her cleavage. She looked at him, attempting to make advances toward alluring him. 

Her long black curly hair was pulled down towards her breast, covering a bit of her cleavage, and her eyes peered at him with intended proposition. 

When Jordan looked at her without saying anything, she used one of her fixed nails to scratch his skin with a deceitful smirk. 

"Hey, handsome one, don't tell me you are disturbed by her; I know what you want. Don't you want me to give it to you so you may forget it once and for all?" Her tone was laced with charm as she looked at him with a naughty expression, but Jordan's mind was remote as he tightened his grasp on the cup and then shifted his glance to the side. 

The woman licked her lips and placed her palm on his chin before turning his head towards her. 

She gaped at his appearance and approached closer, softly itch his skin through his moustache with her nail. 

Jordan remained cool as he let her to do whatever she wanted, satisfied with the expression on her face. He let her come closer with a grin on her face, and she gazed down to his lips. 

"Damn, I am so hot; are you feeling the same way?" She whispered, but Jordan remained silent, and she concealed her lips with his in longing, placing her hands on his lap as she administered her ministration to him. 

But Jordan was straight, letting her go with whatever she was doing; he made her take the lead, only to be interrupted by the call of his name. 

"Jordan!" His name became more visible as the woman he kissed was pushed aside violently. 

"You bi*ch," the woman hitched in surprise, annoyed that they had been disturbed by another woman. 

She raised her hand to react with a slap, but it was seized in mid-air and held by the wrist. Jordan's expression darkened; he appeared vehement at the time.

He stood in front of both the woman and the newcomer. 

The woman groaned as she sought to extricate her hand. 

"Uh-huh," she winced as Jordan's hand tightened around her. She began to feel hurt. 

"Don't ever think of laying a hand on her," Jordan said curtly, and then he let her hand go as the woman walked out of their premises, furious. 

While his gaze was fixed on the woman for a while, he felt a touch on his hand and turned around so she could see his face. 

Her worried gaze met his as she raised her hand to place it on his cheek. 

Jordan's demeanor softened, but his eyes remained narrow. 

"Jordan, you made me feel so afraid," she exclaimed as he scoffed. 

"You came to pick me up, didn't you? Common, let us go now," he said in a harsh tone as he managed to walk out of the pub holding her hand. 

While staring at Jordan, she could not help but expel a disturbed air. 

* 

Jordan sat in the front seat of the car, a seatbelt around his chest, and lay his head on the window with a confused expression on his face. His closed eyes were troubled, and his countenance twitched. 

After parking her automobile, she made a phone call to someone on the other side of the car. 

"Stephanie," the person on the other end of the line said as she frustratedly relaxed on the seat, massaging her temples. 

"Were you able to find him?" 

"Yes, Micheal, he was at a pub," she explained, turning her gaze to Jordan, who stirred in his sleep and then placed his face on the side that was facing her. 

"Goodness, Stephanie. He is becoming more erratic these days," Micheal said. 

" Micheal, did he say he was heading out?" 

"No, he didn't; I expected him to have notified you because he abruptly departed the shoot. Nowhere to be found." 

" Micheal, I was wondering. Could his strange behavior be because he still remembers her? " 

"Who are you referring to?" 

" Sydney."