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Chapter’s Soundtrack One The Girls By The Weeknd, JENNIE, Lily-Rose Depp

24 Hours Ago…

“There’s this party at a club my friend goes to. Would you like to come with me?”

I sleepily raised my head from my pillow to look at her. A party sounded good right now. It was Sunday and I had nothing to do. The week had been a bad one for me and maybe a party was a good thing to make me feel good.

“Sure, I’ll go with you,” I replied and dropped my head back on the pillow and shut my eyes.

“Great. Do you have what to wear?”

That took the sleep out of my eyes. I sat up on the bed in panic and stared at Amy with wide eyes. I spent so much time studying that I barely went out or even hung out with anyone.

“No. No, I don’t have any outfit. But that depends on what type of club we are going to.”

Amy laughed. “The club we are going to isn’t like some run down place, chica.”

She rushed over to my bed and sat beside me. I could see excitement written on her face. I knew she was about to give me juicy details of the place from the look on her face.

“The club is a den for meeting the type of men who can bring heaven to you. There’s the bad boys, the rich dudes, the sinfully good looking men. God, there is so much to choose from if these men are put in a pool to choose from.”

Amy became awestruck, looking into the distance as if she was remembering something wonderful.

“I met my boyfriend there and he has been spoiling me since then.” She got serious and held my arms. “You need to come with me tonight. You will not regret it, trust me. And don’t worry about clothes, I have the perfect one for you. Just rest well because tonight is going to be so fucking fun!”

I hummed in response and laid back down, covering myself from the shoulder up. I needed a good sleep.

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I looked different and felt different. The dress I was wearing made me feel… good? It made me feel like it brought out a different part of me that I didn't know existed. The dress was sexy, perfect and dare I say, fit me.

The shimmering goldness of the thigh length dress complimented my skin tone. The slit on the side almost made me feel like if I put my leg the wrong way, it would reveal what is underneath it. The low neck and thin straps made my shoulder blades look good. I loved the dress.

“Ooh, you are looking good.”

Amy stood beside me and eyed me up and down. She was equally looking beautiful and sexy in her short red leather dress and heavy makeup. If I was a guy, I would approach her the moment she stepped into the club.

“Are you ready?” She asked and I nodded then grabbed my purse off the vanity table.

“When are we coming back though?” I asked as I saw that the time was past eight and Amy had not said anything about how the night would go.

Amy chuckled and looped her arm around mine then started to make me walk with her to the door of our dorm room.

“You should know that the dorm closes at ten thirty. Girl, we are not coming back until tomorrow. Besides, you should be looking forward to having fun and maybe finding a man to make you feel good tonight. You’ve been stressed since the start of this semester and it isn't fair. Just forget about everything else and have fun, even if it’s just for one night.”

I thought over what she had said and realized she was telling the truth. I needed to relax. I barely had time for myself and maybe tonight, I needed to be free and feel good. Maybe I could end the night by meeting someone. It has been long since I had sex with someone, ever since I dated my cheater of an ex.

“Come on, my boyfriend is waiting for us downstairs,” she said and opened the room door.

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The club was active, full of life. The music was energy giving with the speakers adding vibrations to the place. The dance floor had people rocking to the music being played as it was as if no one was tired. I loved the aura.

“Having fun?”

I smiled when Amy approached me with her boyfriend. She was looking buzzed as she stood beside him, holding a glass of drink.

“Yes, I’m having fun,” I replied.

“Nah, you lie! You’ve been sitting there since we got to the club. Now, get up.”

My drink was snatched from my hand by her boyfriend and then I was pulled to my feet by Amy. They dragged me to the dance floor and started swinging my arms, laughing hysterically. A new song started to blast through the speakers and the party spirit spiraled. My body suddenly felt a wave of adrenaline as the beats of the song intensified. I started to move my body, dancing with Amy, forgetting my worries.

“Seems like you’ve caught some attention,” Amy said in my ear.

I looked at her with confusion,wondering what she meant. She cupped my chin and turned my head to the left. My gaze wandered around the multiple faces I saw until it landed on a man sitting in the shadows, staring at me over the rim of his glass of drink that was close to his lips. I could not help but find the way he was sitting, hot. Crossed legs, clothed in what seemed like an expensive two piece suit. Just seeing half of his face showed he was good looking, especially with the way some locks of his hair fell over his forehead.

When he dropped his cup, my lips parted– He was gorgeous. The light stubble of beard he had around his jaw made him even more mysteriously handsome. I could tell he was far older than me but I did not care. That man was beautifully handsome. When his hooded eyes scanned my body, I felt the weight of his eyes on my body as if he had touched me.

“Sexy man, right?” Amy whispered in my ear. “Why don’t you go to him? Have fun tonight with him and we both know you may not see him again.”

Amy stepped away from me, leaving me alone and under his heavy gaze. My heart was hammering the more he eyed my body and when his eyes met mine, it felt like he pulled me in. There was something authoritative in the way he was looking into my eyes, almost as if he was telling me to come to him.

Thinking back to what Amy had said, I smiled at him and flipped my hair off my shoulder, showing him more skin before walking to the bar. I could still feel his eyes on me as I walked away. I wanted him to come to me, not me to him. I needed to be sure he wanted me.

“Water, please,” I said to the bartender and sat on one of the bar stools.

A glass of cold water was placed before me and I took a sip. A wave of strong, masculine scent mixed with spices and some type of wood filled the air around me and I did not need to look to know who it was. My stomach was already developing butterflies just at the thought of the man beside me.

“Hello.”

I turned my head and came face to face with the man. He was even more handsome up close, looking more intimidating and ethereal. He was the perfect description of a character from a book. Tall, filling out his suit with his muscles and smelling so good. He eyed me again and took a sip of his drink.

“I don’t see you here often. Are you new?” He asked in a low, smooth rumble, sending shivers down my spine.

“Yeah. I came with a friend,” I replied and sipped my water.

“So, you’re not here with anyone who could pop out and kill me for speaking to their gorgeous woman.” The richness of his voice made me want to move on my stool but I needed to control myself.

“Don’t worry, I’m alone.” I smiled up at him and he took a step forward. I eyed his front, admiring his broad chest and imagining my head on it.

He extended his hand out toward me and I stared at it. His fingers were long, nails perfect and I could see a few veins stretching from his inner wrist into the sleeve of his suit. I could imagine his forearms covered with veins and that hand, wrapped around my—

“Dance with me?”

I bit my lip and his eyes fell on it for a split second. I smiled and glanced in Amy’s direction. She winked at me then kissed her boyfriend. I sighed and placed my hand on his then got down from the stool. His hand held mine softly yet tightly then he pulled me away from the bar to the dance floor.

The song changed immediately to something sensual, mixed with a hint of sex in the soft tunes. He pulled me close and I wrapped my arms around his neck, dancing to the song. His eyes remained on mine, making my heart thump fast. The lights in the club turned a low shade of red, bathing the place into a personified aura of the song playing.

I moved my body slowly, curving to the right tune and whining on him. His hands went from my waist to my hip, pulling me closer. I could feel the bulge in his pants when I grinded against him. It made me crazy with the need for this man.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” he said in my ear and one of his hand slid up my waist and down my hip. “Ever since you stepped into the club, you got my attention, making me lose so much focus on work.”

Tingles ran down my body at his words, filling my body with the need to fill the need in me. My body was hot, it needed more heat and release and I needed him to give me that. Wanting to give him signs, I pressed my body up against his and moved my body sensually, enjoying the music. His hands tightened on my hips as I moved, rubbing myself on his hard cock.

I could tell he was big and the thought of him fucking me was so great that I could not help but grab his face and raise myself on my toes then kissed him on the lips. He moaned and I followed suit at the feel of his soft lips. He held my hips tighter and kissed me back, hard and rough. His hand left one hip and cupped the back of my head, tilting it sideways, and deepening the kiss.

“Let’s get out of here," he said in my mouth, and I moaned in acceptance. “Good girl.”

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We crashed onto the bed of the hotel room he had booked, him on top of me in just his dress shirt which I desperately wanted off him. I wanted to touch his skin so badly. I moaned when he kissed me harder, his lips bruising and hot on mine. I moaned once again when he bit my lip and tugged it before pulling away.

“Fuck” he said in a gruff voice and straddled me.

He started to unbutton his shirt and I did not know how attractive it was to watch a man take off his shirt until I saw him. Once the shirt was completely unbuttoned, he took it off and tossed it aside and my mouth watered at the sight of his bare, hard upper body. He was perfect with the right amount of muscle, abs and pecs. He leaned down and kissed me hard, sending shivers through my body.

He hooked my leg around his hip and ground into me, making me arch my back at the feeling of his bulge hitting my clit just right. I wrapped my legs around his hip and grinded against him. He chuckled and pulled away from my lips.

“You want me, hm?” He asked and I nodded. “What do you want? Tell me and I’ll give it to you. Tell me what you want, sweetheart.”

He put his face between my neck and licked my skin, making me shudder. I gasped when his teeth grazed the skin of my neck, before his tongue drew shapes on it.

“Tell me, sweetheart,” he whispered on my skin and I whimpered. “Open that pretty mouth of yours and tell me what you want me to do to you.”

I moaned. “Please…please, make me feel good.”

He hummed and pulled back then cupped my chin, making me look him in the eyes, those dark and dangerous eyes.

“Use the right words, baby. Tell me what you want and I will give it to you, hard, soft or rough.”

I swallowed. This man was bad. He was tempted and it was dangerous. So dangerous but so good.

“Fuck me. Fuck me hard.”

He smirked and dove down, capturing my lips roughly.

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Present day…

I can’t believe it. He was right in front of me, half naked, with the red marks of my nails on those abs I had touched so much last night.

I could still feel the throb from him thrusting in me last night and here he was, in my reach.

I was finished if he was Professor Anthony Marison.