Entangled With The Playboy

CHAPTER 2

I stood in front of my full-length mirror, examining my reflection from head to toe. I chose a simple yet elegant look, pairing a white sleeveless shirt tucked into black skinny jeans with 3-inch white heels. My medium-length black hair cascaded down my back in natural curls.

After perfecting my makeup with lipstick, mascara, powder, and blush, I was ready to head out. I locked the door behind me and made my way to the bar. Upon entering, I was greeted by the lively atmosphere - people dancing in the center, enjoying drinks, while others were engaged in intimate conversations. The energy of the place was palpable as I took in the scene.

I walked across the room, making my way to the counter, and settled onto a stool. As I glanced around, I noticed him engrossed in conversation with a girl in the corner. His arm rested casually against the wall, beer in one hand and the other casually hanging by his side as the girl leaned in, engrossed in their discussion. I couldn't help but shake my head at the scene before turning my attention to the entrance.

I had thought he was already at the bar.

As I turned back towards the counter, ready to take a sip, I was suddenly interrupted by someone taking the seat beside me, catching my eye.

"Hey," he said, looking down at me.

Looking up, I noticed the sly smirk playing on his lips, and then I saw that he too, was holding a bottle of beer.

His dark blue V-neck shirt complemented his slender frame, while the black slacks and leather shoes added a touch of sophistication to his look. His tousled black hair gave him a laid-back, effortlessly cool vibe that I couldn't help but admire.

"Hey," I greeted him with a sweet smile.

As he turned to face me, he carefully set down his beer on the counter and looked me up and down. "Wow, you're really beautiful," he remarked. His intense gaze made me feel uneasy, so I instinctively turned away and took a sip of my beer.

"You drink? You don't look like one," he commented, catching me off guard. However, I chose not to acknowledge his question and kept my focus on my drink.

I chuckled and took a quick glance at him, realizing that he was still gazing intensely at me. In an attempt to gather courage, I took another swig of my beer and emptied the bottle just as Ryan sauntered towards me with a smirk on his face.

"One more, please," I requested, turning to face Clark. "So your name was Clark, right?" I asked, needing confirmation.

"Yeah, I’m Clark Rodrigues," he confirmed with a smile, extending his hand towards me. I shook his hand and introduced myself, "Kate. I’m Kate Hudson," while locking eyes with his grey ones. It was evident that he was already quite intoxicated.

"So I read on your profile that you have a lot of dreams," I suddenly inquired. Before he could respond, Ryan appeared with my drink in hand. As he handed it to me, I was taken by surprise as he leaned in close to my ear, his hot breath sending shivers down my spine.

Please remember the following text:

"If this jerk says or does something stupid, just say 'RAMMING', okay?" I looked at him weirdly, and he just smirked at me.

"Remember 'RAMMING'," he said, and I glared at him and gestured for him to go away. He just chuckled and walked toward the other side of the counter. This guy flirts a lot.

So I turned toward Clark and saw his questioning look.

"Oh, he's a, let's just say a good friend of mine," I said, smiling, and he just nodded in response.

"So where were we?" I asked him. He suddenly cleared his throat, looking away and back at me.

"Psh, you know. I just wrote it like that, but it was more like a bucket list," he said.

"So, what's on your bucket list?" I said and turned toward the counter and took a swig from my beer.

"You know, the usual..." And he told me what was on his bucket list. My eyes widened at the realization of what he was just saying to me.

"Wait, hold up," I interjected, feeling a wave of disbelief wash over me. "So, this isn't about life goals or career aspirations. It's more like... a s****l objective?" I blurted out, my astonishment evident in my tone.

"Yeah, exactly," Clark affirmed, seemingly unfazed by my reaction. "I mean, everyone has needs and desires, right?"

My mind raced to process this unexpected turn in the conversation. Trying to regain my composure, I glanced at Ryan, hoping for some kind of support or solidarity.

But before I could gather my thoughts, a peculiar word slipped out of my mouth. "Ramming," I blurted, immediately regretting it as all eyes turned to me, including Ryan's, who regarded me with a puzzled expression.

"Ramming?" Clark echoed, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Do you want us to go ramming? Well, if you put it that way," he continued, taking a casual sip of his beer and shooting me a suggestive look that sent a shiver down my spine.

Realizing my slip-up, I quickly attempted to clarify. "No, no! I said 'rambling'!" I exclaimed, my cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "And in the last part, I kind of shouted," I added, trying to salvage the situation as I shot a pointed glare at Ryan, who conveniently feigned ignorance, much to my frustration. "Jerk face," I muttered under my breath, feeling a mix of amusement and irritation at his response.

"Um, alright then. I'll just make a quick pit stop to the restroom, be back in a jiffy," Clark announced with an oddly enthusiastic tone, pushing himself up from his seat before disappearing into the bustling crowd.

A rush of air escaped my lips involuntarily, a release of tension I hadn't even realized I was holding. Ryan sauntered over to me, casually leaning his arms against the counter with a smirk that seemed permanently etched onto his face.

"Let me guess, I'm a s*x-starved guy, just like me," he quipped, his smirk widening as he teased. I rolled my eyes in response, crossing my arms tightly across my chest and shooting him a pointed glare.

With a knowing grin, he reached out and handed me a key, his actions leaving me utterly perplexed. I accepted it hesitantly, my confusion evident in my furrowed brow.

"This is the key to the back door. Wait for me there," he instructed, his tone laced with a hint of mystery. I nodded in acknowledgment, watching as he turned and disappeared into the crowd, leaving me to contemplate the unexpected turn of events.

As I made my way towards the back door, a whirlwind of thoughts raced through my mind. This was definitely not what I had anticipated, and I couldn't shake the feeling that something out of the ordinary was about to unfold.