5: Slut mode activated

Lights swirled in the club, hitting my face as I tried to find my way to the bar. The only good thing Ian did was break up with me on a Friday night. I could party my sorrows away. Too bad my best friends were busy with their men to join me in this adventure. 

I hadn’t told them. 

I couldn’t tell them. Not now, not yet, not when they were thinking Ian would propose to me on his birthday. Why would he ask my best friend for my ring size if he had no plans for us? That was plain cruelty. Wickedness at its peak. Good thing I broke his key in the keyhole before leaving. He could start his new life with her by changing his locks.

Again, I pushed thoughts of him out of my mind and strolled to the bar. The bartender flashed me a smile, and I leaned over, so my boobs were more visible to him. Becca would scream if she saw me right now. Fumi would probably faint. But I was in slut mode. I wanted to bring out the bad girl in me. The bad girl Ian and responsibilities tamed. My nipples strained against my dress when he flashed me a flirty smile. Maybe this might earn me some free drinks. I laughed at myself for thinking that way. I could pay for my own damn drinks. 

The bartender pushed a glass to me after I gave him my order. I took my first sip of the vodka soda and shuddered as the alcohol burned down to my stomach. It had been a while since I did this. I finished the glass and asked for a refill; tonight was the night. 

I wasn’t sure how much I had taken until someone placed a hand on my wrist. I identified the baseball cap first, then the blond tresses shielding his eyes from me. My eyes trailed over his body. His suit was gone, replaced with a polo and black jeans that actually matched his shoes of choice. 

Good for him. 

“Slow down, killer,” he muttered. 

If he continued talking, I might kill him, live up to my name and shit. I dipped my hand into my purse, pulled out some dollar bills to cover my t-fare, and, hopefully, make up the driver’s tip. I didn’t need his money. 

Elizabeth Scott was good all by herself. 

I slapped the money on his chest. “Keep the change,” I drawled out. 

The bartender’s gaze drifted between the two of us. I offered him a tight smile and paid for my drinks. The stranger tried to speak, but I wasn’t giving him the time of day. Walking to the dancefloor, I swayed my hips a little harder. He could see, but he could not touch. Fuck men! 

As if the DJ was listening in on my thoughts, the beat dropped to something naughty, a song about booty. I let the alcohol take over, guiding my movements as my hands ran across my belly. I didn’t know if the stranger was still watching, but I turned my back on him and twerked in rhythm to the song. 

Bodies bumped into me, but I was in a world of my own, a world where I was the queen, and no one else mattered. Not even Ian and his bitch. I danced until my feet ached. The alcohol in my system might have had something to do with it. It was also why I didn’t fight off whoever grabbed my waist from behind. Images of Ian kissing someone else invaded my mind. I ground my ass against the person behind me, pretending Ian was watching me and crying.

It was his loss. I was a good girlfriend, and he broke my heart. He was a fool. 

The song changed to something slow, and my dance partner turned me around. My vision was a little blurry as he tried to stabilize me. He placed my hand on his shoulder, and the other went around my waist to pull me flush against him. 

“Looks like you had a bad day,” he commented.

“What do you know?” I replied. “Scummy. Scum bag. All you men are the same. Cheating, lying—” 

His laughter ended my rant. I sighed. If there was anything I had learned about this stranger, it was his ability to laugh for no reason.

“I’m guessing someone broke your heart, and you want to take it out on poor, innocent men?”

Maybe. Even the logical voice in my head couldn’t convince me I was doing the wrong thing. They were all guided by their cocks. Speaking of cock, my hand lowered to the stranger’s waist. His eyes were still hidden, but I heard the undeniable inhale when I palmed him. He was erect, further proving me right. All men were the same.

He grabbed my wrist before I could touch his zipper a second time. “If you want to fuck, just say it.” 

“Shameless prick.” 

“What’s your name?” he asked. 

I didn’t know why I answered, but my lips moved, and the word left them. “Elizabeth.” 

“Beth. I’ll call you Beth.” 

“Whatever rocks your boat.” 

All around us, people danced. He tried to sway us to the beat so we weren’t the only ones standing while others danced, but I proved stubborn. Those full plump lips curled upward again. Yeah, he was a clown and full of himself. 

“It rocks my boat. Maybe I could rock yours.” I scoffed, dropping my arms to my sides. If that was a pickup line, it was lame. “What’s his name?” 

I arched a brow in question, and he folded his arms. I almost forgot to hate men because his muscles contracted with that slight gesture. He had muscular arms, arms that looked like they could easily lift me over his shoulder and spank my ass for being silly. 

“What’s the name of the fucker? The fucker who broke your heart?” 

Was I that obvious? Maybe. I swallowed. “Ian.”

“I hope he’s now your ex, and you did the breaking up.” 

“Of course,” I spat out. I couldn’t let this stranger know that Ian not only cheated but broke up with me before I could find out. Tears rushed to my eyes, and I blinked them back before the stranger noticed. I didn’t have to see his face to know he was watching me. Standing straighter, I said, “Boys don’t break up with girls like me. Girls like me do the breaking up.” 

“I hear you. Your mouth says one thing, but your actions say another.” He whipped me around so fast I didn’t have time to protest. The hard length of his cock pressed against my ass, and his arm wrapped around my belly from behind. Good thing I wasn’t facing him, or he might have noticed me shiver. His teeth grazed my ear, and he whispered, “How about I fuck Ian out of your system, vixen? Give you a new name to remember for the rest of your life.” 

My knees buckled. There was something about his voice, something enticing, like liquid wine swimming in my veins, and it made me weak. His hand wandered to my belly. His touches were soft and slow like he was giving me time to change my mind. When he rubbed my hard nipples between his fingers, I whimpered. My thoughts muddled as I stepped away from him. I could leave, walk away with my dignity intact, but his offer only echoed in my head. Lord knew I wanted to forget about Ian. 

I felt his gaze on the back of my head as I increased the distance between us. Would he call me back? I stepped further away from the dancefloor, but he didn’t call me. It was too late to return to him, so I continued until I was back at the bar. 

The bartender’s face lit up when he saw me. “Trouble in paradise?” he asked to make conversation. I shrugged. Maybe I needed more alcohol to get into the right frame of mind for tonight. Something strong and less safe or healthy.

I pointed to a foreign bottle on the counter, and his eyes widened. “Are you sure about that?” 

“Bring it on,” I told him. The bartender chuckled and passed me a glass. He emptied some of the colorless liquid into my glass. He was about to take the bottle when I shook my head. “Leave it.” 

His head lowered in a bow. “Your wish is my command.” 

Yeah, whatever.

Once I took my first sip, I understood why the bartender was worried. God, it burned. It burned more than anything I knew. But I gulped the entire content down. My head was spinning before I finished my second glass. I didn’t know if it was me or the bartender was really moving, but everything was rotating. 

Laughter spilled out of my lips. This was so much better than fucking a stranger.

Someone dropped onto the stool beside me, and my lips curled into a flirty smile. I placed a hand on his knee, trailing up to his zipper. He watched me, rotating his stool so I could see him better. I jumped down from my stool and pushed his legs apart. Taking his hand, I used it to drag the hem of my short dress higher and higher until my thong was visible. He withdrew his hand and yanked me forward. I turned his cap around, sweeping his hair back. He closed his eyes, and something inside me snapped. 

I smacked his cheek softly. “Open.” 

He did, and I almost melted.

Intense brown eyes stared back at me. Eyes that were so brown and light, they almost looked like clear gold. Heat curled in my belly, my thighs clenched, and the rest of my logical thoughts evaporated. I threw my arms around his neck, bringing his head down to press my lips against his.

“I knew you would make the right choice,” he whispered right before his lips claimed mine.

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