CHAPTER 2:Drunk

Monica didn't know how long she had been sitting in the bar. She hadn't bothered to wipe the tears that streamed down her face. Her husband and sister were still at the house when she left. She drowned another glass of alcohol and the hot liquid burned her throat, making her face squeeze.

She smiled blankly; she had thought that Liam would be the father of her kids. He ended up cheating on her and not just with anyone but with Brie, her baby sister.

She frowned as she noticed the empty glass. She hollered at the bartender, who quickly refilled the glass for her. The alcohol was starting to mess with her head and she felt a little bit drowsy.

"Are you alright?" A warm husky voice resonated through her ears and she felt her body shivering.

Monica groaned when a splitting headache ran through her head. She glanced back, and her eyes widened as she took in the gorgeous man behind her.

His blonde hair was stylishly pressed back, and his outfit screamed luxury. His gray eyes were cold yet warm. He seemed familiar, but the alcohol made her mind fuzzy, so she couldn't place where she met him.

"Are you alright?" he repeated.

His words seemed to finally jolt her out of her thoughts and she noticed the hands on her shoulder, he was gently pressing her.

"Do you need something,"she whispered as she turned away from him and took a sip of her drink.

The man climbed into the empty seat beside her." Don't you remember me, Monica?" he said with a teasing smile. Monica paused and turned to him. Her eyes were a bit glossy. She shook her head and bit her bottom lips. The way her inner thighs quivered when he said her name and the familiarity in his eyes, but she couldn't remember him.

She was quite sure he wasn't a model she had worked with before, but it could also be possible. She had forgotten about a lot of people after her marriage to Liam.

"Sad!" He whispered, "I heard your husband cheated on you with your sister." He murmured.

Monica's head flipped to him in seconds,"How did you know that?" It wasn't so long since the incident happened. How did he know so much? She began to wonder if he was a paparazzo.

She picked up her purse and staggered to her feet. The man helped her, but she flinched, "Did Brie send you? Where is your camera? You want to publish it, huh, and blame it on me?"she accused.

She didn't notice the hurt expression that crossed his eyes or the slight trembling of his fingers as her exposed thighs rubbed against his hand. 

"I will never hurt you, Monica." He whispered as she pushed him off. The alcohol boosted her confidence, and so she laughed, a bitter laugh.

"I remember Liam telling me that while touching me and kissing me last night, then today he fucked my sister and got her pregnant." Monica laughed bitterly. 

She turned and proceeded out of the bar with the man behind. She stumbled a few steps as she made her way to her car. He grabbed her and steadied her on her feet.

"Aren't I beautiful enough?" She cried. Monica didn't notice the way he shivered as she pressed her body into him. Her dress had risen, revealing her slim creamy thighs. The man averted his gaze and pushed her away.

Monica frowned and wiped her face with the back of her hands. "Even you think I'm not beautiful,"she breathed out in a pitiful way.

"Monica, you need to go home." The man groaned. He was suddenly feeling so hot. He was feeling a slight discomfort as his body reacted. Monica was a model, and she was pretty disciplined when it involved her diet, so her flawless face and slim yet robust body made it easy to turn a man on and wild.

"I don't have a home anymore, I'm getting a divorce." With that she lay on the floor and closed her eyes.

The man's eyes widened. She was getting a divorce. His eyes wandered a bit on her. She was being so provocative again. Her dress barely covered her butt. She was long gone. He squatted and quietly scooped her into his arms and carried her to his car. He walked back and picked up her shoes with her keys before heading to his place.

The stranger's hand on the car seat tightened as he drove. He heard the maid gossiping about the argument before he left. He didn't know it was so serious that she wanted a divorce. He had always wondered what Monica saw in Liam, that she had to give up everything for their family. 

He parked in the garage and proceeded to carry her into the house. The house was empty but clean with luxurious furnishings. He held her tightly as he kicked the door open and dropped her gently on the bed. She stirred and opened her eyes. She draped her hands around his neck. Her moist eyes stared into his gray eyes and he shivered.

"Am I not attractive enough?"she whispered.

"You are drunk," he tried to pull away, but she wouldn't budge.

She smiled, then jerked him forward, "Do you find me attractive?" Her lips were barely an inch away from his.

"Monica, go to sleep. We will talk tomorrow." He whispered and pulled away when she jerked him back and smashed their lips together. His eyes widened as her lips merged together with his and her eyes closed slightly. 

The movements were so quick. One moment, she was kissing him and the next, he was sucking and nibbling on her neck. She moaned and fisted his hair into her palms.

"I didn't know you to be wild, Monica." His husky voice sent shivers through her body.

She slid her palms underneath his shirt and her warm fingers grasped his nipples, making him bite her neck.

"Oh God," he moaned and helped her get rid of his shirt.

She ran her fingers over his chest and he returned to sucking her neck. He was sure going to leave a trail of hickeys.

He threw his head back as she attached her lips to his nipples. The man gasped as sensation washed over him. 

"Monica, I'm hard, so hard for you. Won't you regret it?" he asked as he squeezed her thighs. He was barely hanging in.

"Touch me, Liam." She breathed out.

The man paused. His eyes changed as another man's name flew out of her lips. He closed his eyes as her hands touched his pants. 

He threw her off, "We will talk tomorrow when you are sober." He angrily murmured and picked up his shirt, then stomped out of the room.