MY ONE-NIGHT STAND SOCCER BOYFRIEND

Chapter 2: The fun city

The yellow golden rays of the sun hit my face making my eyes ache. I groaned lazily lying on my belly. It was morning again twelve hours of consciousness to face my demons and the reality. My fiancé cheated on me with my best friend. Memories of the previous day hit my mind like a tsunami. The image of David lying on top of her was engrained in my mind and every time it flushed I felt a loud ringing sound that threatened to explode my head. I remembered the look on his face, the look of guilt and Bianca, she looked sorry but what was done was done.

My heart started thudding as I rolled out of the bed with no idea where I was, stumbling on numerous bottles of scotch that I had grabbed on my way to the hotel room. I almost fell off had I not supported my slender figure on the edge of the bed. My still weak sore legs carried me to the shower where a splash of cold water on my face sending a blood cuddling shiver throughout my body.

I was still wearing my favorite navy blue sheath dress that I got rid of rolled my pants to my knees and took the much needed long piss that left me feeling relaxed and comfortable. For a minute after the piss I sat there my hands on each cheek, my elbows pivoted by my thighs staring blankly at the plain white bathroom door.

"Why did he do this to me?" I asked finally getting back on my feet, got rid of my panties all together and undid my bra staring at myself in the mirror. My hair was messed up, "Is it because am not beautiful enough?"

Tears uncontrollably started flowing, drowning my face. My lachrymal glands were supplied again. I wept looking at my ugly face in the mirror. As for me I didn't see anything not to like. Maybe I was not good in other areas but I did my best to be the best wife he could ask for and how did he reward me? Heartbreak. Looking like a horror movie character I stood under the shower and switched the cold tap. The water made contact with my body but none of my muscles twitched, my eyes were lazily staring at the door until water forced me to shut them. I screamed loudly at the top of my lungs to relieve all the sadness suppressed inside.

After the cold shower I was feeling better and starving. I unpacked my belongings one after another arranging them in the wardrobe, applied some lotion on my body and settled on a white cotton polo T-shirt and a pair of tiara shorts then called for room service. That's when I saw the tickets, my passport on the bedside table together with all my other belongings, phones and credit card. I was in the fun city of hillwood. On my phone, still on airplane mode, it was a half past noon.

"Thank God!" I mumbled.

At least I was miles away from those bastards. Hillwood was our ideal honeymoon destination. I guess nature was rewarding me after all. A knock on the door lit my mood up. Room service was there.

"Come in, you got what I wanted?"

"Yes mum" a middle aged woman with a set of glowing blue eyes and curled frizzy red hot like pepper hair pushed the small trolley inside my room.

I locked the door then followed her. She looked English from her skin and hair.

"Thank you" I said on her way back.

"You're welcome thank you for staying with us" she said and left.

On the numerous foods she brought coffee was my priority. I needed it for the headache and migraine that was almost bursting my head open and spilling my brains. Took my coffee by the window, watching the sprawling city and the vast blue ocean, people were having fun by the beach, women in their bikinis men bare-chested with beach shorts. I envied them. Me and happiness were no longer friends.

The coffee did the trick. By the time I touched the beef and rice my body was feeling fresh and un-intoxicated. I ate to my fill and drunk half a liter of water to rehydrate then after the meal I passed out into another long slumber.

A soft knock on the door woke me up. This time I was sweating profusely and my head felt light. The air was fresh and I inhaled it yawning and stretching on my way to the door.

"Who is it?" I asked and switched on the light, it was dark except from the security light outside.

"Room service mum"

The same British woman came in. This time she flashed a quick smile staring at me before she went ahead to collect the utensils. She made me wonder what I looked like because I had no idea.

"Is there a club around here?"

"You're new here, there are many clubs than shops in Hillwood” she said in a heavy British accent.

"Okay, thank you"

That was the only thing I could think of. After sleeping through my misery the whole day it was time to get out there and have some fun now that marriage was not working for me anymore. At twenty six it was too early to wallow in self-pity because of a heartbreak so my psyched up self quickly hit the shower and changed into my favorite white flowery dress, a pair of black heels and a matching designer leather jacket that I dropped due to the excess heat. From the table I grabbed the key card, some cash and my phone, put them in my purse and looked at my lonely room before I shut the door and walked through the hallway of the fancy hotel room I had no idea how and when I checked in it.

Downstairs cabs were waiting for customers. Being new in the city I didn't know any clubs and I also didn't want to look and sound new so with all the confidence in the world I walked to one cab and got in.

"Where?"

"Club scorpion"

To my surprise he roared the engine to life and swiftly drove from the stage to the busy main road. My guess was right. Thanks to the article David made me read online about common club names. I rolled down my window to have a clear view of the city, its tall sky scrapping buildings were lit up with neon and argon lights flashing all over were it not for the stars and dark sky one would have thought it was daytime.

Hillwood was more beautiful at night than fort canon. My journey came to unexpected hiatus when the driver pulled over in front of club scorpion. The architecture and the name were in synch. It really was a scorpion with the tail carrying a banner with the name flashing in blue neon and argon lights. After paying for the cab I walked through the double doors but first the heavily built scary female bouncer with dreadlocks, wearing a black vest top with tats everywhere carefully touched me all over and squeezed my boobs in the name of frisking.

The club was tightly packed, buzzing with the immense energy and electricity of revelers dancing anyhow to the disc jockeys heart throbbing and ear blaring music. Inside it looked like a galaxy with multiple colored spinning laser beams shot through the black ceiling glowing in sync with the rhythm of the music. The air was hot, a mixture of sweat and alcohol with perfume made it hard to breath in there. My eyes roamed over the crowd and rested on the counter at the far end. I squeezed myself through the crowd, took a stool and ordered a beer watching the people dance.

I chugged on my third bottle of bear and then left in search of a bathroom. My head was starting to feel heavy, my legs staggered through the crowd going towards the upper floors of the club.

"You know where the bathroom is?" I asked a random stranger little did I know he had passed out supporting himself on the wall.

Luckily another guy heard me and pointed me to the direction that I followed carefully watching my steps not to fall.

On my way back from the bathroom, I found myself in this VIP room accidentally and I did not realize it until I saw the boys, four of them looking at me as though I was a UFO that had just dropped on earth out of the blue. They didn't have to say I was persona non grata.

"Are you lost b***h get out!" One of the guys yelled.

He was short but masculine wearing a black cape, black singlet and a couple of gold chains around his neck. His hair was moppy and jell-soaked from how shiny it looked. In my mind I was in the right place.

"Sorry, what?" I asked staggering a little.

"Guys let me handle this" the one who seemed like the Alpha male of the group said, that one I could tell from how they looked at him when he spoke, with respect, "my apologies sweetheart we didn’t ask for company, We will appreciate it if you get on your way"

When he got on his feet I took a very good look at him. Earlier while seated I had just seen him. He was a blend of slender and masculine, his body was perfectly proportioned. He looked 6"1' roughly 1.8 meters, compact and surely intimidating to other men with his hand muscles fairly bulging. His skin was tanned, wasn't sure with the lighting, but his hair was long, jet black flowing at shoulder length, a pair of grey eyes glowing with calmness, thin nose bridge, oval shaped, curved thin-lipped mouth and a dark well-trimmed beard and sideburns. He was wearing a black golf T-shirt and a pair of blue jeans that covered his strong legs. White sneakers were on his feet, in his arms a glass of whatever he was drinking.

"Hey!" He snapped his fingers bringing back to reality.

Though tipsy I could tell he was hot and waves of his deep voice made my cochlear tinkle a bit. It was like that sweet melody you'd want on repeat mode on your bad days. Although it was really offensive they thought I was some kind of a stripper but at least I saw him.

"Okay sorry, I'll be on my way" I said turning around quickly.

As I walked back to the counter I could feel like someone was following me not with their eyes but approaching footsteps.

"Hi, stay still" he said in his deep alluring voice tying his coat around my waist, "You might be on your period and this sexy white outfit isn’t doing you any justice" he whispered in my ear.

"No am not"

"The red stain on your ass c***k says different"

"Ooh my God!" I said covering my mouth in embarrassment.

Trust me if that was a pick up line then my ass would have agreed to go on a date with him. But it was not. I slid my hand down my dress and I could feel it, wet and sticky he was kind enough to hand me his handkerchief. The alcohol levels in my bloodstream went down and shame sank in.

"If it’s okay with you I can help" he suggested when he realized I had not figured a way out.

That was because I didn't have a way out. My options were limited to going back to my apartment and....nothing really. I was better off with this charming guy.

"How are you going to help?" I asked looking around if anyone noticed.

"My house is a ten minutes’ drive from here, I can get you some new clothes from the store and we can head there for a shower"

"Why are you helping me?" I was staring him in his eyes trying to read any mischief like a psychic. When you're a stranger in a city big as fort canon you didn't just take help from anyone no matter how devilishly handsome they looked.

"One am not a serial killer and two you look like you need it come on... let's go" he said leading the way.