Chapter 2

‘Hey Sheena, that's enough. You've had too many drinks already.’

Elena tried to grab the shot from Sheena's hand before she emptied its contents into her mouth.

‘Leave me alone!’ Sheena protested, sloppily shifting her hand away from Elena's reach and pointing a warning index finger to her sister.

‘You leave me the fuck alone. I'm getting married tomorrow to a man who's older than my father and today is my bachelorette party. My party! All mine! And I'll do as I please.’ She added.

Sheena poured the contents of the glass into her mouth. The whiskey left a burning sensation in her throat as it traveled down the path to her stomach.

Sheena had never been to a club. Despite her alluring looks, she was the nerdy, always-in-doors type whose idea of fun was getting lost in a good book or movie with a bowl of crispy buttered popcorn by her side.

She had only had a small glass of whiskey one time during the secret night party her high school classmates had organized right after their prom. She hated the taste and swore never to try one again until today.

Sheena wanted to have fun and do things she hadn't done before, so she pleaded and later eventually forced Elena - who was the go-to party girl and knew nearly all of the nightclubs in London - to take her to the best club she could think of to celebrate what she called “her pre sacrifice party" before she would walk down the aisle towards the altar to be sacrificed tomorrow.

She only had three shots of whiskey but already felt tipsy and lightheaded, hence Elena's unsuccessful trial to stop her from having a fourth.

‘Can I tell you a secret?’ Sheena giggled, drawing her stool closer to Elena's.

‘Sure. Tell me.’ Elena indulged her. She decided to give up on trying to stop Sheena and let her have her little fun before her unorthodox wedding tomorrow.

Sheena leaned in and placed her lips close to Elena's left ear.

‘I’m still a virgin, and I intend to give myself to any lucky handsome bloke I meet tonight cos’ I sure damn well haven't been saving myself for a man old enough to be my grandfather.’ She whispered and gave Elena a sultry look before bursting into a fit of hearty laughter.

'You dawg!’ Elena laughed alongside her sister.

Elena knew how much Sheena was hurting inside and felt sorry for her. She was glad they still had something to laugh over despite everything.

‘Alright then. Let's find you a “lucky handsome bloke". How about that one?’ she said, pointing towards a handsome blond with a full beard that didn't quite suit him. He was dressed in a white T-shirt with blue jeans and was dancing awkwardly with a lady who seemed disinterested.

Sheena turned towards the direction Elena was pointing to.

'Nah. Too much facial hair. And why the hell is he dancing like a frog?’ She remarked drunkenly, making both of them burst into another bout of laughter.

'Alright then miss “I'm too good for all the men".' Why don't we go to the dance floor and then the first guy who comes up to dance with you wins huh?’ Elena offered, dragging Sheena from her seat with both of them sauntering into the crowded dance floor.

It took less than a minute for Sheena to lose sight of Elena through the crowd. She tried to scan the room for her but gave up after a short unsuccessful search.

Sheena felt tiddly and free of all her problems. She swayed her hips expertly from left to right moving in perfect sync with the beat of the music blasting from the club speakers.

She suddenly felt a presence behind her and turned her head to see Mr “too much facial hair" trying to match her sway and rhythm while at the same time shamelessly groping her ass.

She chuckled at the irony of the whole contest. The one whom she rejected initially, turned out to be the first guy to come dance with her.

“I guess you're my lucky handsome bloke then". She thought, smiling up at the handsome blond as they danced, with him pressing his growing erection to her swaying bum.

She wanted them to leave the club, go somewhere private where they could get intimate. Sheena turned to whisper to him when the heels of her stiletto snapped.

She was about to fall flat down on the floor. She closed her eyes, bracing herself for the impact when a pair of strong manly hands held her by the arm and the small of her back.

She slowly opened her eyes to see the most beautiful olive-skinned man she had ever seen in her entire life.

He had a low, smooth, and wavy haircut with a well-groomed short side beard that connected at a strong chiseled jawline. He had the most intense black eyes that seemed deep like a never-ending black hole.

They stayed in that position for a few seconds, lost in each other's eyes, shutting out every other thing around them.

Jake Cross held Sheena close. He gazed into the eyes of the beautiful woman he had been watching the whole night.

He had gone to his special and favorite VIP lounge at the upstairs part of the club when he entered the nightclub.

From his vantage position, he could see everything going on downstairs and he had a perfect view of the bar at the other end of the hall.

It didn't take long for him to notice the two beautiful ladies seated on the stools in front of the bartender at the bar.

He was immediately enamored by the brunette who looked the youngest among both women. He thought she was absolutely beautiful and sexy.

He had spent the entire evening watching the pair closely, wondering what they were discussing especially when he saw them giggle and burst into fits of laughter.

He saw them stand up from their seats, walking towards the crowded dance floor and felt an unusual pull to go meet the sexy brunette.

He got up from his seat and walked down the stairs with his eyes on her the entire time as she danced sultrily to the rhythm of the music.

Before he could get close to her through the horde of bodies, the blonde guy had moved in dancing with her.

He was angered by this and for a moment thought of going back to his seat when he saw her try to move with her legs placed awkwardly and her heels bending swiftly.

True to his suspicion, she was about to fall and in a flash, he glided through the crowd of bodies and caught her just in time before she fell.

Now, here he was staring lustfully into the most beautiful and captivating blue eyes he had ever seen.

‘Ahem….. excuse me please.’ The blond guy coughed, jolting them back from their reverie and breaking off their little moment.

Jake adjusted his feet and helped her stand upright. He placed a possessive hand on her waist and pulled her close to him, taking a moment to stare down at her luscious lips clad in red lipstick.

Sheena felt safe in his arms and yearned for his hands to remain there forever.

‘She’s with me.’ Jake glared at the blond who grudgingly backed off and went in search of another girl he could grope on the dance floor.

'Hi. I'm Sheena……Sheena Woods.'

Sheena looked up to stare into those intense black eyes again. She could get lost in them forever, she thought.

'Jake Cross.’ He offered.

Jake immediately knew he wanted her. He pulled her along as he guided her through the horde of dancing bodies toward the exit.

'Let's get the hell out of here.’ He said.

And she obediently followed him.