Because I want to do this...

Rain’s POV.

With tears in my eyes, I find myself standing before Willowcreek. The town’s biggest pub.

I don’t know how I ended up here because I was moving on autopilot.

As my eyes take in the neon lights gleaming before the pub, I know I need to be there and drink away my sorrows.

If I have to burn my last card here I’ll. With that, I begin to move to the pub. I present my fake ID and head inside to the bar.

The moment I take a seat, I order a very harsh drink that’ll make the burn I feel in my heart go away.

How could Killan be so cruel to me? I ponder with bitterness while I gulp down the first shot the bartender served me.

My heart squeezes as my mind replays the image of Killan’s head between the legs Nadia sucking her off.

A stupid, bitter laugh vibrates from my lips and I feel the bartender looking at me.

“Hey, are you good?”

I stare at him lazily while drinking the fifth shot he has served me.

“Haha…” I laugh humorlessly as my lazy gaze take him in. “I wish I could say…that...” Stuttering, I pause a little and belch.

I just want the pain I feel to go away. I want to switch it off if that’s possible.

The bartender watches me intently as if he’s willing to listen.

“Look, I don’t feel okay. At all. I just feel like burning down the whole town right now. I wanna…” I belch again.

Time runs by fast and before I know it the DJ turns on the music and people gather around the dancefloor, romping each other.

“Why would you want to do that?” Asks the bartender when he returns from serving someone.

“It…sucks you know?” I grumble, my vision going blurry. The alcohol effects and my tears make it quite difficult to see.

But I struggle to watch the young man while I tell him some bullshit things I feel right now.

“When someone you love says you’re just a specimen…”

“A specimen?” I hear the distinct voice of the bartender. I nod at his words. He says he understands while I order more drinks.

All I feel inside me right now is the need to prove Killan wrong. He can’t be right about me.

“That must have hurt…” The guy says but I’m already standing wobbly on my feet as I hold my glass of Bourbon.

“It did…it fucking did.” I slur, swinging my body to move to the dancefloor when my body crashes into someone’s body.

“Gosh!” I slur, laughing as I watch the mess I l've made. “Eww, I’ve soiled the shirt, hmm…” I say, laughing at nothing.

My hand moves up and trails the mess I’ve made on the person’s shirt. He freezes when my fingers trail his soiled shirt.

The moment I touch his body in a feather light way, I sense the swirl of something strange through me. The stranger’s torso is sharp and trim.

The urge to slide my hand through his torso up to his chest fills me. My eyes are blear when I look up at him, but from the sharp lines of his chiseled jaw, I know he must be one of those models that have lumberjack body.

“Excuse. Please, get the lady a drink of water.” The strange man says when he notices me staggering again, taking my full glass of drink from me.

“Psst! Give that back! I’m not done drinking!” I hiss in a groggy way, staggering in tow with him.

“No, I’m not giving it back to you.” He hisses but I hit my hand into him, wanting to grab my drink back.

How dare he? I think in my fogged mind.  The bartender quickly does what the stranger says and brings a bottle of water for me.

I grumble while I snatch it away from the stranger and gulp.

“Next time, you know the right amount you should drink.” His words sound more like a warning than an advice.

Pissed at that, I veer around, only for me to stumble and fall into his arms.

The man grips me quickly, steadying me on my feet. That’s when I saw his face. With a sharp facial outline, a pointy nose, and almost silver eyes, he’s hands-down the most handsome man I’ve ever seen.

His brown hair is curled neatly behind him and he has this otherworldly aura rippling from him as he holds me and looks into my eyes.

“You might want to be extra cautious too, lady.”

Now that he speaks so close to my face, I sense the effects his deep baritone voice is having on my body.

Eyes still a bit bleary, I stand shakily on my feet, straightening the crease on my shirt.

“Thanks but don’t order me on what to do and what not to do…” I rasp, sitting back in my seat.

“You saw it as that. But I don’t. Was just trying to help you.” He intones.

Despite myself, I let out. “Yeah, but save it for your kids, thanks.”

“Really? That’s it?” He states with shock and when I look into his face now, watching as his lips curl into an unbelievable smirk I wish he would put those lips on me.

For the first time in my life, I find myself desiring something I’ve never desired before.

A man’s touch.

Why do I feel it all of a sudden? I wonder, locking eyes with him.

The man stares at me with devouring eyes, like he wants to eat me out just as much as I want to eat him out too.

The hairs on my body stand on end as I track my eyes down to his customized two-piece suit.

Hell, he looks rich and smells like one too. What is this about this hot stranger that makes me want to do things I’ve never dreamed of?

To think I’ve never felt this way with Killan.

Killan? Gross! I speak inwardly. Right now, even thinking about Killan’s name much less is face or what he did to me makes me feel like vomiting.

“Yes…that’s it.” I stutter as I feel myself spinning under his devouring eyes.

He oozes a strange kind of power. Oakdale is a small town where people usually know each other. I know a few familiar faces given my father’s status as one of the town's mayors but I’ve never seen this sinfully handsome stranger before.

Maybe he’s not from this town. The fact that every other thing around me--- the music, the din of conversation, fades intensifies the hunger I feel under his gaze.

“I don’t appreciate it when strangers try to butt in my affairs,” I add, uncapping the bottle of water and taking another sip.

“I see. Very well then. Sooth yourself.” He drags his eyes around me and…his silver eyes change a little to amber but it vanishes as quickly as it comes before he walks away.

How is it possible for someone’s eyes to change like that?

Dammit! Maybe I’m seeing double, I rub my temple while sighing. I owe it to this drink.

Watching the stranger walk away with rigid shoulders makes me realize he's pissed. I guess I was rude. I should apologize, I tell myself and surge on my feet but the man’s already out of sight.

“Where did he go?” I say under my breath, determined to find him and apologize and…

‘Kiss him…’ the voice in my head suggests.

I suddenly find the urge to kiss him and have him explore my body so appealing that I rush through the exit and saunter into the dimly lit alleyway.

That’s when I see him hastening down the cobblestone ground of the alleyway.

“Hey! Wait…” I hoot as much as my croaky voice can allow me.

The man continues moving, his strides fast and hurried, despite hearing me. The blaring of car horns accompanies me as I half run and half walk towards him and clasp his wrist.

“Hey!” I murmur when I touch him but he quickly presses me into the wall.

“What do you think you’re doing? You shouldn’t be here!” He roars into my face and the whoosh of his harsh breath on my face turns me on so bad.

I feel my nipples turning into pebbles, my cunt moistening. I swallow as he sandwiches me between his body and the building’s cold wall that’s pressing into my back.

“What if I choose to be here?” I say instead of muttering my apology.

The moistness l feel between my legs increases and I find him sniffing the air as his beautiful silver eyes bore into my green ones.

“You’ll end up regretting it! You’re drunk!” He roars so lowly into my face, his mouth a fraction of an inch away from mine.

“Uh-uh. You got it wrong. I’m not drunk and I chose to be here…” I mutter but he doesn’t let me finish as he spits out.

“Why?”

There’s this sexy grit to his jaw like he’s trying to keep himself at bay. But the luscious way he’s looking at my lips tells me he feels what I feel too.

With my nipples hard and my mouth watering for a taste of him, I brush my upper body into his chest. A hiss spills from his mouth.

“Because I want to do this…” I whisper into the hot air between us, standing on my tiptoes, I press my lips against his luscious ones, kissing him.

“Fuck, you asked for this, lady!” He lets out when he breaks away a bit, ogling into my eyes.

The man growls low in his throat and before I know it, his big palms cup the sides of my face as he presses his mouth against mine again.

Oh, my God. I’m kissing a stranger in an alleyway? The thoughts flash through my mind rapidly and before I know it, he whirls me around and presses my chest against the wall, hitching my poodle skirt up my waist and slamming into me.

TBC.