Chapter four

When I came back to the room, Matteo was laying on the bed probably fast asleep, I didn't check. I didn't even want to look at him. I haven't been myself since he told me he was getting married.

How oblivious had I been?

When I left the room earlier, I went down stairs to get some air. I saw that the place was still busy by 10 in the night. Watching the people have fun gave me the idea on where to go to clear my head.

And so, here I was in my room putting on a red gown that stopped my mid thigh. It was one hand off and the other hand, sleeveless. The gown had a cut by the two sides, showing a small section of my sides too. Taking my heels in my hand, I walked out barefooted.

One last look at Matteo and I was gone.

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I entered the building and immediately, the familiar stench of alcohol and weed hit my nose. The more I walked into this building, the more I re-thought my decision.

I needed this. I tried to reassure myself. When I told Steph that she didn't get the chance to come to Miami, I didn't know I was going to come here and get dumped. Tomorrow is the last I would probably see Matteo.

I sat by the bar stand and ordered a bottle of tequila.

"Coming right up," the bartender replied me.

I used that time to look around me. This place was high class. When Matteo and I passed by this morning, I didn't think it was this big on the inside.

Matteo again. It was going to be hard doing anything without calling Matteo's name. My eyes locked on a man upstairs and he met my gaze instantly, refusing to look away like I expected. He stopped saying whatever he was saying, making the man he was talking to, turn to see who he was staring at. I turned away quickly, my red hair blocking the view.

I could feel my heart against my chest now, maybe this was not a good idea after all. I took the drink from the hands of the bartender and pour it into the cup before me.

"Eres nueva aqui?" The bartender asked me and I stared at him in confusion. The music too loud to even hear what he was saying.

He laughed and interpreted audibly, "are you new here?"

I nodded instantly. It was then it dawned on me that he spoke Spanish the first time. Well, my bad. I didn't know a thing about Spanish in the first place.

Just about then, two men leaned on the counter next to me, discussing in Spanish. One of them looked at the bartender and ordered vodka while they still continued their discussion.

I took my drink away and walked to the dance floor, enjoying the sour taste my tequila gave. It complemented how I felt at the moment.

Bitter,

Heartbroken,

Angry,

The music was good, I give them that. Spanish music always hard a way of adding effect to your insides, if you know what I mean. In no time, I was moving my body to the beat of the music that was playing. Whining my waist and twirling my red curly hair as I danced. Tonight, I wanted to forget.

Accidentally, my eyes locked with the same man upstairs, he had leaned on the railings and making it so obvious that I had gotten his attention. When he saw that I had discovered, he came down stairs slowly, never taking his eyes off me.

I looked away eventually and went amidst the crowd of dancers. Hoping to shield myself but he didn't have a hard time finding me. The moment I put my hands in the air and turned, he was just there behind me. For a minute there, I froze, taking a better look at him. My green orbs taking in what I was seeing. I suddenly grew nervous and he smiled, discovering that I was checking him out.

He was gorgeous. Pink lips and very sexy masculine features.

He took my other hand and turned me till I had my back planted to his front.

"No me dejes detenerte Hermosa,"he whispered against my skin and the hair at the back of neck stood. Oh I knew that feeling.

"I don't speak Spanish," I said when I continued to dance. His hands were placed on my waist softly.

"I said, don't let me stop you beautiful," he said to me and I did as he said. Rolling my behind against his front and he followed my movement. When I raised my bottle against my lips to take another gulp, he gripped it and I watched him carefully releasing the bottle when he insisted.

I couldn't get enough of his features, very very manly hands. Imagine what does hands could do to my-

He grabbed my hands and took me to upstairs where he formerly was. I watched the way muscles began evident when he pulled me upstairs.

"Don't be afraid," he said. My God, I loved how perfect his voice was. I matched his steps immediately.

This was new. I was always one not to get too friendly with strangers but here I was.

He sat down and I sat besides him.

When he was pouring my drink into an empty cup, I use that time to look around me. It looked bigger from her than downstairs. It looked like here was the real deal, packed with men exchanging deals and women. Half naked women to be precise.

He gave me my drink and I collected it.

"What is your name?" He asked leaning back on the chair with his own drink on his hand.

"Vanessa," I was already tipsy from the gulps I had down stairs. "Why did you bring me here?"

He stared at me for a little while and for that period, my eyes were locked on him and his lips. Matteo crossed my mind again for the nth time that night.

"I can help you out,"

"What do you think I need help with?" He leaned slightly towards me, carefully studying my reaction. His fingers brushed against my laps in the process and I felt it, the shiver down there.

"Women like you who come here, do that just so they can forget."

"I came here just to have a drink," I retorted, trying to convince myself too.

"Trying to convince me or yourself?" He asked, clearly reading my mind. Instead of answering, I gulped down the whole content of my drink, regretting as it burned my throat. When I put the glass down, he was smirking.

Jerk!

Staring at him now, I listening to the naughty voice in my head. How that perfect muscle would feel against my skin. I knew it was a bad idea but I still did it anyways.

I got up and stood in front of him. He leaned back on the chair watching my movement with an expression that I was familiar with.

Lust,

I moved to straddle him, my thighs against his sides and before in knew it, his hands were welcoming me, gripping my butt. I moved against him in movement that always drives Matteo crazy-

Did I just mention him again? God, this man was right, I needed to get Matteo out of my system. I felt him stiffen against me. He closed his eyes and his jaw tightened a bit. When his eyes reopened, my green orbs were staring back at them. His hands rubbed slowly against my thighs and a feeling erupted inside me.

Or was it the alcohol....

"Not here," he said getting up and taking me with him as I placed my legs on the floor. Before we entered the elevator, he spoke to a guard in Spanish probably telling him not to disturb us.

Immediately the elevator shut, he pulled me to himself and locked our lips in a fierce kiss.