Just One Night

His place is it?

Chapter -1

His place is it?

Bitch. A pretty b***h. Life it is. It just f***s you up at the right moment. Speaking of which, the right moment, like I was asked to write 'Dorothy Clam came out as a good person after putting an old lady in hospital drunk driving and she paid all her bills.' But I know she paid the big first bill just before his Last trial to use it as a 'good woman ho-hu' in court and in media. The second bill that she paid, little smaller than first was straight after a week to put some good after lights on her. Well, let's say they know one should strike the conscience of people when the memory of big scam fades of people mind so that it stays for long. Its good publicity. But no one bothers to find the PTSD therapy bills that are bulking up. And Dorothy never cared to check on the old lady. I would rather interview the old lady than beutiful-izing Dorothy-f*****g-Clam. And so I am jobless. Why does it matter to me so much? Maybe because most richies do so. Kill and get away.

Might say I had been careless, stupid woman. Well, you are right.

"Damn, you are," I say to the bartender who flicks me the gin in his style. He winks and gets on with his work.

I giggle and drink it all in a go. My last glass of the night because I don't have money to pay for more.

"Great." I laugh as I put the glass down.

"Bad day?" I hear from the man sitting just beside me on the bar. I look at his smiling face.

"Bad day? No. Bad week, month, year. Oh, wait, bad f*****g life." I click.

He laughs.

"Can I buy you a drink?" He asks and I know he can see the shine in my eyes because I can tell I am unable to contain my happiness.

"Of course, you can. By all means."

"Two wine, please." He motioned to the bartender.

I take that in one go.

"That's fast." He chaste.

"Keep them coming, please."

Next, I down one after the other and I don't feel a thing. My life is giving me too bad that alcohol isn't showing an effect.

Just when I hold another glass I find a hand stopping me, "don't you think you have had enough.?"

"Well listen to me speak. You find me falter? Or drunk? Cause I am not." I say as I swat his hand and chuck another.

" A fine woman with a fine appetite." He chuckles.

"Would you like to come to my place.? I can assure you will have some real fun." He says and winks at me.

Damn, I know the drill.

"Listen, thanks for the drink but no thanks. " I say and turn away from him towards the crowd.

"I am just into some fun. You would miss the amazing night with me if you decline." He says.

Sweet lord. And his sweet head.

"What do you think you are? Buy me a drink and call for that? Mister, we are done here. I will pay for your drinks..sometime later though." I say annoyed by the smirk on his rich ass face. His attire speaks. Shoe yell. Damn, they are shinning.

"No, it's not because I paid for your drink. Just as I told I am into fun. "

"Who the hell are you?"

How dare he come up, make a little conversation and them ask me if I wanted to go over his house? Alright, he offered some drinks but man does.

What does he think I am a w***e or something?

"I am Daniel Coaster. I guess that explains it all."

And he tells me now. He is a f*****g Coaster. The richest family of Hampton. Living in an old Coaster Manner on the side of the beach leisurely.

"No, it doesn't. To me, at least. So you have two options. One, get out of here and find someone who values your name. Second, hold your guts."

"I could not understand the second one. Can you elaborate?"

I just grunt. I truly wish if I can just make him hold his gut after kicking what throbs him but I can't. Why would I come on a bad list of Hamptons richest family? I have my own shits to deal with.

So after grunt, I leave my seat.

" Hey, wait. " He catches up and stands just right before me.

"Listen, I am not the kind you think of me. I don't do one night stands, okay?" I say straight to him.

"Alright, I got your point." He shrugs and stares at me.

"Good. I better leave now." I say and move past him. Just as I do I take in his cinnamon smell with a mix of alcohol. Ahh, leave that thing out of your head dear. There is big bad life ahead.

I go out and remember. I asked Carl to pick me up after an hour and here I am out in fifteen minutes.

"  Just because of the f*****g rich douchebag. Hah!" I curse as I dig my purse for some change to get a cab.

Change won't do dear. For a half ride though. My head seems to have a little effect on alcohol as I play question answer with myself.

"Hell!" I squeal and kick the floor only to get hurt. I sit down holding my leg and cursing my life all over again in my head. Well, you literally can't tell everyone in the world about your crisis.

I am a 28 years old, unemployed woman with a bachelors degree in journalism from the fine university of Alaska due to my running mouth. I only believe in delivering truth. And it hurts my editor and employer. I have been fired from three international media firms already. In addition to that, I have recently been fired from the publishing house for being too belligerent in writing articles about anything and everything. How can I be belligerent? What the f**k is that supposed to mean?

"damn it. f**k it. f**k. Fuck.." I go on cursing and kicking the concrete madly. When I am done I stand straight, correct my jeans uptightly,  manage my disheveled shirt due to my sudden aggression, and then exhale a breath.

"I am cool. Nothing is too bad to take away the cool. My cool. I will walk my studio apartment. The one gone. " I say and smile.

"Well, I can give you a ride if you want."

What the real f**k?

"What is your problem? Did you not understand that I said no? How would you like me to explain to you?" I fold my sleeve and show my punch.

He licks his lip and laugh.

"You are funny. And damn, you did lose your cool, huh?" He chaste

Fuck.

"So you listened to all of it?" I ask him, quite embarrassed.

"What? Did you do something more than kicking the floor and calling me a f*****g rich douchebag?" He explains coming to be close. I know I am eating my lips right now. Well, now I know why I get fired from all of my jobs.

"So..so am I on your list already?" I ask.

He furrows and enquires, "what list?"

"The list that you rich people maintain. The ones who wronged you. One's who called you and everything like that." I shake my head and he does the same in exasperation.

He must think I am stupid and a w***e.

"Well I should leave," I say and click my tongue.

"And I didn't mean to offend you like that, Mr.Daniel Coaster, sir. Deeply sorry." I raise my hand and turn away.

"Well, I really meant that I can drop you home. " He calls me from behind.

I turn in shock yet again.

"Please, come in. I can drop you." He says and somehow I like the emphasis on 'please ' as who does that?

"Hop in," Hee says just as he opens the door. I look at the Mercedes shining in the dark might. Damn, it called me more than this handsome rich man wearing cinnamon mixed with alcohol perfume and a tack coat and tight pants framing his tight ass, a light smile below his tousled yet attractive brown hair falling on his f*****g deep, soothing and charming blue eyes. Hell, he is a god with a Mercedes helping me for nothing.

I am lost.

What was wrong inside the bar that I didn't notice him well?

"Miss?"

I shake my head.

"I will let you drop me," I say as I go in immediately.

"It's an honor." He says teasingly and sits beside me.

I look at him for a while and I know what I want right now. Can anything get more wrong?

I mean, yeah, I have lost my job. I don't have a proper home and my landlord asked me to move out soon. I am practically in debt. Going with Daniel wouldn't hurt it one bit.

"Well, you know what. I don't want you to have trouble dropping me home. Why don't we go to your place?" I say?

He frowns and smiles at him. Amusement is so clear in his face.

"My place it is." He affirms.

We both look at each other and I know I am having a damn good night with a damn good sexy man. Or am I?

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