Betrayed by my ex, Sleeping with his uncle

Stranger

The next couple of days, I moped around. I couldn't make sense of why Nate wouldn't just be honest about how he felt and, honestly, I blamed myself for it. If I hadn't been so up-tight about having s*x, we would still be together, right? Nope, f**k that, who was I kidding? Nate has probably been doing this behind my back for the past two years.

"Good morning sissy, how'd you sleep?"

Julia asked as she poured herself a coffee.

"I've seen better days."

"How about we go out tonight?"

"I have work in the morning, Julia."

"Just two drinks, you need to forget about your sleazy ex."

"Okay, but I'm coming home after two drinks."

"Yay! Let's get you ready."

She squeals

I don't go clubbing. I hate being around too many people. This already seemed like such a bad idea, but what was the worst that could happen? I'd probably be drunk after those two drinks anyway. Besides, if Nate could move on while being in a relationship with me, then what could it hurt if I went out just this one time.

I took a shower, hung out in my room for most of the day and silently prayed Julia would forget about going out later. The confidence I had started to slip slowly... I stupidly googled what could go wrong at clubs and, well, I learned way more than what I wanted too. Now I'll watch my drink like a hawk and maybe think every man is out to drug me... (facepalm)

Julia barges into my room with arms filled with shopping bags and shoe boxes. My dad is right behind her, with what must probably be the rest of her things. She loves to shop. Did I mention she uses my cards every time she does?

"I took the liberty of buying you some new clothes and shoes. You can't be seen out in the open with those rags you're always wearing."

She says as she unpacks the shopping bags

"I don't need new clothes, my old ones are perfectly fine"

"Girl hush and let me work."

I do as I'm told and take a seat at my dressing table. I am definitely going to regret this. Julia shows way too much skin and allowing her to dress me up tonight would mean I was showing way too much too. Julia starts on my hair and make-up, not allowing me to even have a glimpse of myself.

After a lifetime, she is finally done and all that is left to do is get dressed and slip on some heels... Julia handed me a tight black dress too short for my liking and a pair of red heels...

"Get dressed, I'm going to finish up too."

She says then leaves my room.

I take a glimpse of myself in the mirror after getting dressed, and I'm surprised at the woman before me... My ember eyes pop with this smokey look I have going on and the dress hugs every curve of my body, curves I wasn't even aware of, a slow but careful spin and I smile to myself, for once I look beautiful.

Julia steps into my room whistling...

"Now that outfit screams sexy, damn sissy you clean up nicely."

"It's too much, Julia."

"Nothing is ever too much, we have to go. Jason is waiting for us."

She half way drags me down the stairs and out the front door... I faintly heard my dad asking my mom if I changed my mind about going out with Jules, my dad hadn't even recognized me. Jason opens the back door for me and I slip inside the car gracefully... he takes off and my nerves are back.

"I thought you said Quincy was coming along."

Jason says to Jules

"I'm right here."

I answer

Julia smirks at me in the mirror and Jason looks shocked...

"Sorry I didn't...

"That's okay"

I said, cutting him off.

15 minutes later, and we arrived at the club... Julia drags me over to the bar and orders a pink drink. I failed to catch the name of... the club is loud and filled with people bumping and grinding against each other. Some are having s*x on the dance floor... well, not literally, but you know what I mean...

I down my drink in one go, the bartender refills my glass and I continue to watch the drunken bodies on the dance floor... Julia had long ago abandoned me for a dance with Jason, but I don't feel out of place anymore. Undoubtedly, I'm enjoying my own company... until someone offers to buy me a drink...

"Waiting for some or can I buy you another?"

He yells over the music, slurring his words a bit... his drunk alright... I turned, facing him.

"No, I'm not waiting for anyone, and thanks for the offer, but I've had enough."

I said, turning back to the dancing crowd.

"Suit yourself"

He says and turns to the girl sitting on the other side of him

What a f*****g arsehole... Jules returns from the dance floor, buys another round of drinks and disappears into the crowd again... so, Julia, I should have just stayed home.... some more time passes and after a couple more drinks I'm feeling tipsy. I couldn't find Julia or Jason anywhere so I headed out of the club and hailed myself a cab...

Hey, I have work in the next 7 hours and couldn't find you, so I got a cab.

I hit send, stuffed my phone back into my clutch and closed my eyes.

The cab driver woke me up, and I was even more drunk than I was, so I threw him a couple of bills, thanked the gentleman and hopped out... I stepped into my apartment building, and I'm pretty sure I gave him my parents' address, but right now I need to sleep. Getting into the elevator

"Hold the lift"

Someone yells

In my drunken state, I crash head first into the person entering the lift.... strong arms wrap around my body, holding me in place...

"Are you okay miss?"

"Nope"

I say popping the P

He laughs softly, and I steady myself with the help of the elevator walls... allowing my eyes to run up his body.... his dressed in casual clothes... Jordan shoes, tight blue jeans and a gray hoody with wide shoulders. Sexy thick neck with a gold chain.... sharp stubble chin... pink kissable lips and eyes as blue as the ocean... sweet baby Jesus....

"Which floor?"

He asks, and I feel like I have been caught cheating on a test.

"3rd"

I whisper

I moved to the front of the elevator and lost my footing again... but I'm caught in those strong muscular arms of my stranger again. God, he smells heavenly... I looked up into his eyes and mumbled.

"Has anyone ever told you, you have the most beautiful lips?"

"No"

He says smirking

"Well you do, you smell good too."

The elevator stops and I don't move. He still hasn't removed his arms from my waist and I don't want him to either...

"Do you need help getting to your room?"

I shake my head, yes... I know you are probably yelling at me, saying no Quincy, that's not how you do things, or have you forgotten about what you searched on Google? Many people get killed this way. Girl back up, but I didn't care he could kill me any day. At least I can say I was killed by a gorgeous specimen.

"Room 29"

Stranger guy led me out and down the hallway... he seemed to be looking for something...

"Are you sure that's your room number?"

"Yes why?"

"No 29 here"

He says

Leads me back to the elevator, then hoists me over his shoulder... I'm either too drunk to resist or I'm ready to be led to my death, but I don't stop him. We enter a room, and he places me gently onto a couch, peering through one eye.

"This isn't my room."

I mumble

"Yeah, well, you can't seem to find yours, so, I brought you to mine"

He hands me a blanket and I struggle to remove my heels.... he takes my feet in his warm hand and very gently removes them. Grabbing hold of his hand, I took it up to my lips and kissed his knuckles softly... He places his right hand on the side of my face, moves his mouth to the side of my face and whispers into my ear.

"As beautiful as you are, you are drunk, and I refer to f**k my woman when she is sober."

That statement alone had my lady part clinching in anticipation... so I got cocky.

"Who said I wanted you to f**k me?"

He smirks, slides his hand up my thigh and says...

"If I touched the inside of your thighs would my finger come out wet?"

Holy mother of god... that sounds f*****g hot...