Another man

GISELLE

"Whoo-hoo!!" I let out another wild squeal, taking a chug from my glass of whiskey. The D.J. just switched to a badass beat, and I feel my insides light up. 

I slam the glass on the counter, laughing heartily as I pour myself another drink. I don't know why I'm laughing so hard. It has to be the booze. I've never laughed this hard. Not even when Theo says his sick jokes.

I feel a deathly burn at Theo's memories and I take another chug of whiskey, to flush down the memories. I don't wanna remember him. I wanna forget. I fucking want to forget!!

Another wild squeal leaves me as the D.J. changes to a rock beat. I get down from the stool, teasing my body to the beat.

It's my first time alone in a nightclub. I've always been too reserved and shy to come alone. Theo and Tasha are my compulsory companions. But today, I'm alone.

Today, I'm doing everything wrong. I'm drinking myself into a stupor. I'm dancing erotically to beats, and not giving a fuck who's watching or not. Tonight, I'm throwing caution in the wind and going all out in being the opposite of the good wife and responsible mother I've been for eight damned years!!

Tonight, I'm being fucking wild, untamed, and drunk. I don't care anymore. I've got no reason to care anymore.

Tears drop down my eyes and I quickly wipe them off, gulping down the remaining of my drink. I'm not crying for him again. I already exhausted all my tears on my way here. I'll just dance and forget about him. Yes, I'll forget all about that lying scum!

"Happy Birthday to me!!" I shriek, dashing off and moving my waist sexily. Eight long years later and I'm still as flexible as ever. With Theo, I never had to practice my dancing skills. But here I am, taking on all the beats with grace and style.

I trip and almost hit the ground but strong, firm hands break the fall.

"Sorry…" I try to steady myself but the booze has already taken control. I'm vulnerable to it.

My blurry vision seizes the sight of the man who just caught me from falling.

The air gets stuffy and hard to get through my nostrils as I stare at him. Every inch of him screams perfection. His neat stubble enhances his oval face, and his full lips are sensually inviting but can be thinned into the cockiest smile ever.

The hands that caught me from falling are large and strong. His well-toned body hugs his black shirt tightly, his abs straining through it, and his tanned skin has a glow that gets any female drooling over it.

His sleek, black hair is laid back and a single lock is dangling on his face. His grey eyes are deep and alluring. His fingers are adorned with rings, but nothing that indicates he was married. There's a shot glass and a bottle of brandy in front of him. 

I lick my lips at the fine snack of a man staring at me. The raw boldness I have to check him out leads me to stagger closer to him, patting his back.

He straightens, turning slightly to face me as I stand next to him. I get a whiff of his cologne and it turns me on. The wetness in my panties makes me gasp quietly. 

"Why are you alone?" His deep, husky baritone unnerves me. "You're wasted. You need someone minding your steps for you."

"I can mind my steps. I don't need any lying, cheating man watching out for me." I belch wildly, loving every feel of it.

"You sure about that?" His full brows arch in a sexy, taunting look. "Because I just caught you from falling a second ago."

"And I wanna thank you by inviting you to dance with me," I say the damn words without a second thought. When did I get the courage to ask a total stranger for a dance? But then again, it's not me. It's the booze.

"What? Hell no. I'm not storming off to a crammed dance floor with a stranger fucking wasted to even move her feet to a beat." He scoffs with a light chuckle, sipping his brandy on the rocks.

"Whoever said I'm too wasted to put up a good dance?" I insist, moving my body to the beat and biting my lower lips seductively. It's been a long time since I felt so young and free.

"Thanks, but I'm not interested. Try the next guy." He dismisses me, turning to the bartender and placing another order.

"Killjoy!" I snort, hating his bluntness but feeling the chills from the coldness he emits. It's like I'm drawn to it.

He doesn't glance at me and he's ignoring the fact that I'm still standing next to him. Feeling defeated by his question, I get away from him, dashing into the dance floor. I'm still gonna have my fun with or without him.

I lift my hands, shut my eyes, and begin rolling my waist to the beat. I feel the guys prying eyes on me and I know it's only gonna be a second…

"Well, hello gorgeous." A guy grabs me from behind.

I settle into his grip, opening my eyes and the first person I see is the jerk sitting at the bar. His grey eyes are latched exclusively on me, regardless of the hundreds of people on the dance floor.

He sips from his glass but he's watching me from the brim. I smile, acing my dance moves by grabbing the man's neck from behind and rubbing my ass over his fly. I don't know who the man is, I don't bother to see his face, I just know getting so close to him is affecting the man at the bar. I can be wrong, but his eyes flicker with a gloomy emotion. And I'm wagering right now. To see what his reaction will be. 

"Damn, you got a fine ass." The man I'm dancing with teases, caressing my cheeks. I don't mind. It feels good. 

I giggle, bending over and teasing his fly with my ass. When I stand and settle into his arms again, the cologne hits differently. The guy is gone. Whoever is standing beside me…no, I know just who it is that's standing beside me now.

I almost jerk away but his firm hands wrap around my waist from behind, forcing me to stay.

"I thought you didn't wanna have fun," I say between sharp breaths. I feel him nuzzling my neck, up to my hair. I close my eyes briefly to the tingling feeling.

"You're not exactly having fun either." He retorts calmly. "What's with the tears? Did your whiskey taste bad or is it your life?" 

I feel hit by his blunt words and my eyes fly open. Even with the booze, I still very much feel the impact of his words. How did he know I'd been crying? Was he watching me? For how long?

"I don't know shit but damn him for messing with you. And if it's a bitch, then I hope she rots in hell. You don't deserve whatever happened. Just thought I should let you know."

His husky voice sends the words down to my bleeding heart, and I feel the solace in it. It was just what I needed to hear. I didn't deserve to be betrayed by Theo. 

Close to tears again, I force myself out of his grip and turn to look at him. His eyes squint in confusion but widen as I stand on my toes, wrap my hand around his neck and firmly kiss his lips.

He looks shocked by it and I lean in again, kissing him longer this time.

I feel his hand tighten around my waist as he pulls me closer, taking control of the kiss. His tongue delves into my mouth, exploring every inch of me. Then his hot kiss drops to my neck, down to my cleavage, and his fingers tug hard at my dress.

"Take me out of here." I breathe in between kisses, running my hand through his hair. 

He grabs my hand and leads the way out of the nightclub. We get into his car and he drives into the street. It's one hell of an erotic ride as his fingers slide into my panties, teasing my clit. I moan and squirm on my seat, letting out yelps as he thrusts a finger into my slit.

"Fuck!" I bite hard on my lower lip, as he thrusts in and out, and rides the car at the same time.

When we get to a barricade, he pulls out and places both hands on the steering.

The guards nod at him and lift the barricade, letting us through. I'm way too disoriented to know where we're going or what's happening.

The only thing I know is when he carries me bridal style out of the car, through a long flight of stairs, and into a room.

He dumps me on the bed and gets on top of me, with his fast fingers taking off my dress and panties. I'm naked on the bed with a stranger and I'm not the least bothered.

He leans down and grabs my chin, covering my mouth in a demanding kiss. We kiss each other at a ravenous pace, ripping off his clothes and sending them flying in different directions.

"How about I make it the best birthday of your life?" He asks with soft eyes sweeping over my naked body. His hands are caressing my boobs and I'm letting out soft moans.

"How did you know –"

"You screamed 'Happy birthday to me' at the nightclub." He answers softly, running his tongue between my inner thighs.

"Oh, God!" My back arches from the bed and my legs are trembling at the burst of pleasure. I thought Theo did it best. But this man right here knew the art of pleasure like the back of his hand.

I scream and moan and yelp at every touch and kiss he gives me. And when he finally thrusts his dick inside of me, my moans deepen.

It isn't fast and demanding like his kisses. He takes it slow, making sure I feel every inch of him. He's fucking me like he wants me to remember every bit of this moment. This feels more like a gift than a fuck session.

And when I had my orgasm, I felt him release inside me too. He didn't need a blow job to release. We released at the same time like a soul-bonding thing.

He collapses by my side, pulling me with him and wrapping his arms around me. For the first ever, I feel a sense of protection I never felt with Theo. I feel loved. Craved. Needed. Safe.

When my eyes shut, I say a 'thank you' to him. For the night. For giving me a wonderful memory that I'm gonna cherish for the rest of my life. And more than that, for easing my misery and making tonight feel more like a fantasy than like a huge mistake.