chapter 4

Fergus sat down at a dimly lit nightclub, slowly sipping his cocktail. 

His mind wandered back to the events of the afternoon.

Fergus had been on his way with two bodyguards to have lunch with his friend at a restaurant when he bumped into someone. The person was significantly smaller than him, so he merely staggered back while the person tumbled to the floor. He looked at her and saw it was a woman. Scared that he had hurt her because of his big size, he quickly crouched beside her, worried.

“Are you okay, miss?” he asked, trying to help her up.

Then she looked up, and her looks blew him away.

She had long, blonde hair that formed a cascade around her face. Her eyes were thin, siren-like, the type that looked like they were permanently mocking you but were beautiful as well. Her soft lips were slightly parted as they sat at the base of her oval face. 

She was drop-dead gorgeous.  She seemed to be in her late twenties and extremely attractive.

“Miss, are you alright?” He asked her again. 

He noticed her cheeks were red, and he worried that she was in pain, especially when she did not reply but stared at him with her siren eyes.

“Hello?” he turned to his bodyguards, who stood behind him like they were not there, “Is she in shock?”

George, one of them, shook his head in the negative.

“No!” she suddenly said, “Yes, I'm fine.”

Fergus heaved a sigh of relief and helped her up. Her hands were so small and soft. She bent her head and dusted her clothes. He couldn’t help staring at her and finding her gestures cute.

“You are sure you don't need anything?” he asked.

“No, thank you. What about you?” she asked.

“I barely fell. Goodbye,” he said and started to walk away.

He wanted to start a conversation with her, but he felt it would not lead anywhere, so he decided to leave.

$$$

Fergus was shocked a few hours later, in Scan frost Nightclub, where a friend of his was performing, and his other friend had forced him to attend when he saw the same woman again.

She was dressed in a red sequin gown that showed her curves and her long, dainty legs. She was alone and…bored.

He decided to approach her and got up.

“Where are you going?” Kyle, his best friend who was also with him, asked.

“See that chick over there?”

Kyle looked up.

“The white girl? What do you want her for?

“You know what.”

“Man. You know, white woman. They’re crazy. Especially the ones that look innocent like that.”

Fergus glanced at the woman again. She was slowly sipping wine. Something about the way she was sipping her wine so sensually awakened something in him.

He had to see her. So he ignored his friend, picked up his glass, and approached her.

 

$$$

Sandra was sitting at the nightclub, bored out of her mind. The famous musician was singing. What did Katy see in this man's music? It couldn’t even excite her. The only consolation she had was the Margarita she was currently having. She had taken a few cups already, and she was already getting drunk.

She sighed heavily and placed her head down on the table to take a short nap, though it was a bit difficult with the noise around.

“Evening, beautiful,” she heard a familiar voice say to her.

Her head shot up, and her eyes widened in surprise when it landed on the hot man she had seen earlier today. 

“Y-You,” she stuttered.

“Yeah, me. You remember me?” he said and smiled, his dimples showing.

“Yes, from the afternoon. What are you doing here?”

“Mind if I take a seat?” he asked, and she nodded.

He sat beside her, and she could barely keep her eyes off him.

“So what are you doing here tonight?” he asked.

“Nothing much. Just sulking with my Margarita, who seems to be the only one who understands me,” she joked.

He chuckled. She looked at him again and caught him staring intensely at her.

She blushed and looked away. She reached out for her cup, but it was empty. She reached for the wine bottle, but the stranger beat her to it, his huge arm directly over her chest. They were so close to each other. She could not deny the unspoken attraction she could feel between us.

“Let me pour that for you,” he said.

“So what is a handsome hottie doing in a place like this?” Sandra asked, trying to break the awkward silence.

“Everyone comes here to have fun. Are you having a great time?”

“Of course I am, or what does it look like?”

Sandra raised her bottle of Margarita and showed it to him.

“What’s your name?” he asked in his deep husky voice.

“Why do you want to know?”

“I just want to know the name of such a beauty.”

 “Thanks for the compliment. What’s yours?” she asked.

He suddenly drew very close to her, surprising her. His face was so close his nose was touching hers. Then he brought his lips to her ear and whispered,

“Do you need to know?”

That was enough for her. She could not hold back anymore. His voice caused a tingle in her punani.

 Sandra grabbed his head and pulled him in for a kiss, landing her lips on his and kissing him. 

Then she quickly withdrew and said:

“I’m so sorry! I…”

“It's okay,” he said and held her face in his palms. His palms were so warm she closed her eyes and rubbed her cheeks against them.

She didn’t know whether it was because of the sexual deprivation she had had for years that was making little things excite her like this.

Never in a million years had she thought she would initiate a kiss with a man and a stranger at that.

Maybe it was because of how his eyes bore into her when he spoke or how his voice sounded like music to her ears.

All she knew was that she wanted to see how the taste of his lips was, how it would feel inside her mouth, and so she went for it.

She did not expect this handsome stranger to kiss her back. He kissed her lips, sliding his tongue into her mouth. It touched hers, and they started to play games with each other. 

He pulled back and whispered into her ears.

“Fergus. Fergus is the name.”

Sandra kissed him again. Maybe it was because of the drink that she had been having, but she was suddenly brave, suddenly wanting to try new things. His rough hands moved from her face to her neck. His hands were warm. He kissed her deeply, his mouth playing games with her lips and tongue. His lips moved from her mouth to her neck, his hands leaving her neck to her waist, grabbing it and pulling her closer. Sandra felt her breasts harden as soon as they touched his chest.

She jolted, the sudden development surprising her. She had not known the nipple could harden because of pleasure. Was this a normal reaction?

“What's wrong?” Fergus asked with hazy eyes.

Sandra stared back into his eyes. This Italian dude was doing things to her, and he had not even fucked her yet.

Was this right? 

But what if it was? Fuck it.