My Sweet Seduction

Shot

I drove the car away from the restaurant. I don't want to stay there for long because I might just swallow everything I said and flatter Lester's sweet words. I didn't want to go home, so I decided to go to a restobar. I want to forget for a moment.

I chose to sit on the stool right in front of the bartender.

“One tequila, please,” I said.

“Yes ma'am!”

Later, the bartender put down the shot glass with only tequila which I immediately drank straight.

“One more, please!” I ignored the lemon in front of me. What could be more bitter than how I feel? Even if I suck lemon and taste the salt, nothing can beat my already broken heart.

“Here, ma'am,” he politely said when he gave me another shot. Again, I drank straight. I had a shot before I did feel right.

“W-Waiter. . . One more, please,” I whispered. My eyes were blurred. I feel dizzy too.

The bartender shook his head before taking a glass. When he tried to reach for the glass, a hand grabbed it from me and drank it explicitly.

“Hey. . . That’s my drink! ” hiccup I said.

“You're drunk,” a man said in his baritone voice.

I chuckled and slowly lifted my head to look at him. “And who the hell are you?” I slurred. I also made a few blinks. I could not see him very well because of the glare of the lights around. But he looks tall. His jaw was prominent and perfectly sharp.

When our eyes met, my heart throbbed.

“Where is your place? I’ll take you home,” he softly said.

“Who are you to tell me where I live, huh?!” I exclaimed, nudging at his broad chest. I noticed that he was physically strong.

“You’re drunk. You can’t drive on your own, he replied. He looked at the bartender before he took money in his pocket. “Keep the change.” He handed over the p*****t and then confronted me again. “Let’s go. I will take you home, he said with authority.

Because I was drunk, I could do nothing but to go with him. Even before we left, we met Lester who was obviously shocked to see us.

“Baby, what happened?” The expression on Lester's face immediately changed because of the man with me. “What did you do to my girlfriend, huh ?!” At the same time he punched the person next to me who was slightly backward in what he did.

My jaw dropped. I seem to have poured cold water on the scene I saw. “Lester, what? Stop!”

But the two still did not let go because the man retaliated with a punch so Lester fell to the floor. He would have stood up, but I was in the middle.

“F * ck! I said stop! ” I shouted again with all my might.

“Margaux, don't you see? That man wants to take advantage of you! ” Lester shouted back. He thinks strongly.

“He just wanted to take me home,” I explained. D * mn it, why do I have to explain my side to this jerk?

“And did you agree? How can that take you and exploit you?! ” His eyes widened, his mouths also raging with anger.

The hell with his concern. “You don't care what I do in my life anymore because we are done. You have no right to drag me to any man I want! ” I said, full of rage.

I can't wait for him to answer. I pulled the hand of the man with me out of the bar.

We got straight into my car and I let him drive for me after I told him where my condo was

I leaned back in my chair and quickly fell asleep. I just felt something shake on my shoulder. I slowly opened my eyes and looked up at the guy by my side. He has a perfect pair of eyes — brown eyes drilling into mine. I couldn’t help but think, I’d never seen such eyes with so much light in them.

My two cheeks got hot because of his stare. I cut off my gaze and slightly adjusted myself. “Where are we?”

“We are here in the condominium you say,” he said in a hushed voice.

I cleared my throat and tried my very best to look away. “Uh, yeah. . . ” That's all I said.

He got out of the car to open the door for me. I hesitantly went outside my car. Out of confusion and intoxication I lost my balance.

It was too late for me to regret everything because I had sunk into his wide chest. His sturdy hands held me steady by the waist while I almost hugged him.

“Are you alright?” he whispered close to my ear.

I did not answer immediately. How I seemed to be more intoxicated by the smell of his perfume biting into my nose. D * Mn, can I just rest here for a while? Her scent. . . I quickly shook my head.

I pushed him away. “Yes, of course, I'm okay!”

I would have walked straight away but I could not stop my feet from crossing. I almost jumped when he suddenly grabbed my elbow.

“You’re still drunk. Where is your unit here? ” he asked without looking at me.

I slowly looked down at his long fingers. His hand was warm, it made me tremble.

“On the fourth floor. . . ” I answered hoarsely.

As we walked I couldn't help but glance at him. He is tall and definitely handsome. His hair was slightly messy, but that did not pave the way for him to reduce his strong appeal.

He was making me feel hot, so I took my gaze back from him. We quickly reached my condo unit. I opened the door wide.

“Come in first. Want something to drink? Coffee, water, or juice? ” I asked and smiled.

“Coffee would be fine,” he answered in a low voice.

I quickly nodded and walked toward the kitchen. He is in the living room.

When I got back I found him turning his back and staring at the pictures of Lester and me hanging on the wall. I sneezed before I laid the coffee on the glass table.

“Here's your coffee,” I interrupted.

He turned around for a moment but turned his eyes back to the pictures.

“Why? Is there something wrong with the photos? ” I asked with curiosity.

“No, nothing,” he said then chuckled.

I frowned. “What are you laughing at?” I disgusted the question.

“It's just amazing why your marriage didn't go through. It looks like you guys are perfect, he commented before sipping the coffee I gave him and sitting on the sofa.

My forehead furrowed even more. How did he know that Lester and I did not get married?

“Is it in the news? Did you hear what happened? ” I said, exhaling.

“No, I did not hear there,” he answered quickly then smiled. “In that case, where did you hear?” I asked impatiently. Honestly, I wouldn’t have asked because I don’t care anymore, but it's amazing because I don't know him.

He stood up and slowly walked closer. He was an inch away from me before I could think of blinking.

“Don't you remember me?” he whispered. I could feel his warm breath in my ear wanting to consume the rest of my energy. “I was the one you shouted at and slapped in the middle of the road. Remember?”

My eyes widened. Anger started to stir up.

“You!” At the same time I pushed him hard as my eyes narrowed.

“Hey, I have no intention of offending you,” he said. Then he smiled caused me to see his white teeth and his deep dimple.

“Well, nice try! ” I arched my brow at him.

“Look, I’m sorry! I was just chasing a meeting that day, ” he replied in a calm voice.

I did not answer. Instead, I walked to the door and violently opened it.

You can go out now!” I said emphatically before averting my eyes.

He smirked and slowly walked toward the open door. I stepped back to give him a way, but he stopped right in front of me.

“Thanks for the coffee. . . ” he muttered under his breath.

I remained expressionless. When I think about how stupid I looked in the middle of the road when I hit him, my annoyance with him gradually returned.

“Leave,” I said with finality. I don’t care if I sounded arrogant or lacking manners, but my annoyance really rises.

He took another step and then I bowed for a moment.

His eyes were intent on me and my heart pounded erratically.

“Your ex-boyfriend will surely regret breaking your heart,” he said in a calm voice.

I slowly looked up at him, mesmerized by his gaze. My lips parted in what I wanted to say but could not be heard.

“And you know what. . . ” he said. “. . . We look better than your ex-boyfriend. ”