Chapter 2

Madine reels from the shock, also at the fact that neither of them is showing any remorse about it has sent her tears back into their glands and she's just angry.

"What are you two doing? Aren't you even ashamed?" She asks, looking from Karla to Harrigan who shrugs.

Karla smirks. "You can't blame me for giving your man what you have been denying him."

"What? Karla? You're supposed to be my best friend in the world not some trashy bitch backstabber. And Harrigan, you're supposed to be my fiancee, you're not supposed to be in bed together... You are not even getting up." She whispers the last part to herself, than to them.

"Why should I get up? You're the one that's supposed to get out. Are you a pervert? Do you like seeing people have sex?" Karla asks as she moves her waist ever so slightly but that simple move only sends Harrigan moaning and no.

Just no.

Madine backs out, her expression one of betrayal and haunted shadows.

With her gift box in her hand and her handbag in the other, she walks back to her car, the spirit she had come inside with nowhere to be found. Downstairs, inside the car, she bursts into tears and cries profusely.

Suddenly, she remembers the ring on her finger. Angrily, she removes it and raises her hand to throw it but something stops her. She wipes her eyes and look at the ring. "At least, I'll be compensated for my emotional trauma." She pockets it and drives away from the apartment building.

After driving for a while, she comes to a stop in front of a motel. "Looks like this is where I'll be spending the night." She sighs and suddenly notes the amount of people that's moving around in the dead of the night.

Embarrassed, she steps out of the car but heads into a bar instead so she can wait out the time and maybe get a little of some liquid courage.

"A glass of whiskey please." She orders as she takes her seat, exhausted.

"On the rocks?"

She has no idea about alcohol anyway so does it really matter if she washes all the memories away with one night of indulgence?

"No. Raw."

The bartender smirks. "Wow. It's been a while since I saw a woman do that. You must either be strong or be going through something you need to be strong for."

She chuckles drily but she doesn't respond. He had hit the nail on the head and she's not willing to pursue the topic.

He slides the glass to her front and smiles.

She takes it and downs it in one go. It burns as it goes down her throat but the sensation when it finally settles gives her peace and calm...  Her senses become hyper and she's aware of everything around her.

Then she has the second... And the third. She's completely out of it by now.

Few stools away from the bar, she spots a man who's on a call. She checks him out and takes a deep breath, muttering to herself. "If that bastard can cheat on me, why can't I also pleasure myself for one night? Call a..." Hiccup. "cheat day." She staggers over to him and sits beside him, ordering one more glass of whiskey.

The man looks her over as he puts his phone down on the glass table. "Can I help you ma'am?"

"Yes. I want to get laid." She says bluntly.

He's immediately slightly flustered and glances at the bartender who's just as shocked. He clears his throat and leaves like it's none of his business.

Madine leans into him and takes a deep breath. "You smell like lavender. You used a cologne?"

He shifts away slightly from the intrusive woman. In all honesty, she's pretty cute when drunk and the way she pouts after every sentence only further accentuates her sexuality but... He's not here for that.

Moreover, she's a stranger.

What would that make him?

Suddenly, Madine tugs on his shirt. "Come on. Let's go to your house. I'll treat you well." She hiccups again and almost loses her balance. He immediately catches her before she hits the ground. She smiles through slit eyes. "You're handsome. I want you."

Unable to take it anymore, he raises her up and pays the bartender for the drinks, including hers. He shakes his head at her and walks out of the bar, with her in tow, walking on unsteady feet behind him.

He walks even faster hoping to reach his car and drive off but she also picked up pace when he did. He sighs and goes elsewhere. In about ten minutes, he returns and looks around and she's nowhere to be found. Relieved, he gets into his car and drives off.

When he arrives home, he parks his car and proceeds to exit. He turns around and locks the car.

He immediately stops in his tracks and turns around. What was that sound?

He walks around the car but there's nothing there. Suddenly, there's a bump inside the car and there, in the backseat of the car, Madine sits up, hitting her head on the chair in front of her. Obviously, she's still heavily drunk but she sees him anyway and smiles. Then she frowns. "Open the door!" She begins to bang on it and he has no choice but to unlock the car for her to get out.

As soon as she's out, she runs and hugs him. She spontaneously kisses him on the cheeks as well. "Let's go inside." She whispers.

He regains his senses and pushes her away. "Go away. I don't know or want to have anything to do with you, drunk."

She suddenly bursts into tears. "You too? You don't want me too? Everyone seems to not want me or have anything to do with me today. What did I deserve for such a life?"

She suddenly plops on the ground, crying.

He walks back to her and pulls her up from the ground. "Fine then. You can stay for the night."

She does a complete turnaround and smiles like she wasn't crying just the minute before. "Sure." Still drunk, she interlopes his hand with his and they enter together.

Through hazy eyes, she notes the large mansion and how there's nobody else around but she's too carefree to care, she feels like she can fly at that particular moment.

She suddenly begins to feel hot. "It's so hot in here."

"I'll go turn off the heater." He comments and leaves her in the living room. He's gone for a little over two minutes but by the time he returns, she's standing there waiting for him, fanning herself with her hands. Her shirt is gone and all that's there is her barely cupped breasts.

She walks to him. "Will you have me now?" She asks him very softly and leans up to kiss him on the lips.

He groans. "Damn this all to hell. I'll give you since it's what you want." He lifts her up effortlessly and carries her up the stairs.

The night, for both of them was a chaotic one, pleasuring but chaotic.