Drinks & Small Talks

Smiling bitterly to myself, I drank drink after drink. I just want to drown myself in them, drown myself in the sorrow. 

I don't want to think about Andrew or Emma ever again even though it was practically impossible to. It hurts just thinking about them. 

I can't believe that Andrew, the person that I thought would be the love of my life would do something like that to me. I just trusted him too much. But now, all I could think of was how they looked on top of each other. What they were doing together as if Andrew just didn't care about me at all. The way he spoke was threatening, it was only that I realized how much I needed him for all sorts of things. 

Just then, a guy walks into the bar. He looked familiar to me but I just can't place who he was. Other people here on the other hand seemed to recognize him instantly. 

He was extremely handsome, a lot more than Andrew. Seemed to be in his late 20s. He wore a white collared shirt with a few buttons on top unbuttoned exposing some of his collarbone. It made him look serious but in a not serious kind of way. He had a cold look on his face and dark eyes that didn't seem friendly. 

Being drunk and not thinking straight, I decided to just hit on him. I walk over to him, my wobbly legs not being able to walk straight. 

I approached him and dragged him over to the bar. 

At first, he looked at me coldly and asked, "What do you think you're doing?"

I wasn't the least embarrassed, I could barely register the things I was doing, "What does it look like I'm doing? Buy me a drink."

He laughed mockingly, "I think you have enough to drink."

"No," I slurred. 

He rolled his eyes disgusted, "I'm leaving."

"No, spend the night with me," I said.

Normally I would have more pride than saying that to someone, especially someone like him but now I couldn't care less. I desperately needed someone and felt as if I had no control over myself at all. With all the drinks I had, I didn't care anymore about what I did. 

He looked as if he was taken back for a moment, his eyes widening. 

I raised my eyebrows at him, "So are you coming? Or I'll just find someone else more willing."

His cold eyes looked at me, "Are you that desperate?"

"Right now yes, but maybe not later," I said in the most seductive voice I could muster. 

He looked at me indifferently. I couldn't tell if he was considering it or if he was just downright disgusted. He probably think that I was some sort of hooker or something. 

I shrugged and was about to leave when he grabbed my arm and muttered, "Fine, but you better not regret this later."

He dragged me into a fancy hotel next door and checked out a room. 

He switched off the lights pinned me against the bed and started kissing me hard. His tongue went into my mouth as he kissed me lavishly. I unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off of him and he unzipped my dress. 

He then moved on and started to kiss my neck, tracing my collarbone until he found the right spot.

It all happened in such a blur but I have never felt this way in my life. He was good. 

"Hmm," I moaned and I felt his lips smile a little against my neck. 

The feeling was overwhelming. 

"Mmmmh Andrew," I moaned. 

Suddenly, his lips left my neck and the lights switched on. 

He sauntered over me, rage overfilling his lust. 

He smiled bitterly at me and asked, "Using me as a rebound huh?"

I said nothing, there was nothing to say. I got off the bed backed away and got as close to the wall as I could as he got closer. 

"Why do it? You're not even over him yet." He said in a dangerous voice, "You really are as bad as I thought. What woman seduces another man after getting their heart broken?"

"How do you know you're the rebound? You could just be the guy I'm cheating on him with." I said with as much confidence as I could muster. 

"Because I have seen a woman like you before, so hungry and desperate. I am not doing this. " He said grabbing his shirt and walking out of the room. 

But before he left the room, I collapsed to the floor crying. 

He looked back at me and sighed, "I know I am going to regret this but what happened?"

A man like him could never bear to see a woman cry. 

He approaches me and sits next to me on the floor, I lean on his strong chest and hold on to him tight and he wraps his arms around me to comfort me. 

I didn't know such a man would have a heart. 

He stroked my back softly while asking, "What happened?"

"Tomorrow's my wedding day," I whispered, "But I caught my fiancé sleeping with someone else the day."

He sighed, "It's gonna be fine. That b**ch doesn't deserve someone like you anyway."

"But I love him," I said, my lips quivering. 

In one swift motion, he got up, switched off the lights, and carried me onto the bed. 

"Let's make you forget him then," he whispered in my ears seductively.