Chapter 2

Four shots of tequila!” Beverly Shouted, to the good looking man behind the counter and he nodded.

Allowing the Loud bass of music vibrate through her entire body, Beverly McCartney threw both hands into the air and relish in the feeling of being slightly intoxicated. The black bodycon felt as though it was a second skin, as she swung her hips, her both hands thrown into the air and swirled and just as usual, her beauty always worked wonders to men who veered her way. All though she hadn't thought of it as such.

Rather, she presumed the lustful stares she'd get from men was only because of her body. Yes, Beverly McCartney was a petite Young woman, with Brunette skin and curves like that of a Hollywood goddess. Many stares she got and many she ignored.

All she wanted to do was enjoy her time with nothing negative clouding her mind. Let's just say, clearly Beverly was disinterested in men, not when they had nothing to offer but pointless sex.

Not when she hadn't recovered from the last one who shattered her heart with a break up message. Disgusting! She thought, annoyed, as she retired to her seat to watch the crowd dance to the hip hop music. Her breathing was heavy to the point her chest repeatedly rose up and down, rapidly. She gulped down the shot of tequila she had requested for and swallowed another until it was left with the last. “Isn't that alittle too much for a damsel such as yourself?” yelled out, Beverly snapped away and turned to the man who seemed slightly tipsy. His smirk was perfect in someway she couldn't understand and blamed it on the effect of the alcohol.

“Who? Me?” She scoffed, tugging out a smile on her lips, as the strange man nodded. “First of all, I ain't a damsel and secondly, I'm just getting started...” Burst into deep laughter the man's eyes glanced at her the more, astonished by her very statement. “Hmm, makes sense..” he returned back to his glass, gingerly swirling the glass cup whilst he chuckle one last time.

Beverly smirked and stared at the crowd for a second then return her gaze back to the man.

“Clearly, everyone has a reason they're wasting their fucking time at a club, so what's your reason?”

“Right, um, well...” he drawled, running a hand through his smooth black hair “I was invited by a bunch of old classmate” he chuckled again “Is that a good reason?”

“Of course not, you're just trying to say indirectly, being so bored of older girl toy, you decided to come in search of a new one—” unsure of what she just said she paused, bewildered.“Who said anything about women?” he smirked perking his brows up “Maybe you're right” his blue eyes bore into hers “Maybe you're not”

“Pathetic...” she bluntly stated out and took the last shot of the alcohol “All you men think you can do whatever and However you want? With no ounce of even a single regret!, Using and dumping them like they're nothing!”

“And you think I'm one of them?”

“Yeah, all men are the same after all, y'all just care about sex and power” she completed and silence hovered over them. Apart from the ear blasting music, both adult fell mute. suddenly the man spoke out

“Do you want that?”

“Huh?” she asked, confused.

“Sex, Do you want that?”

“How can you ask that!!?” she stood to her feet, unable to stand for a very long time she sat down back. He laughed out to her actions.“I was only messing with you”

A smirk formed on her lips “W-what if I said yes”

“Then whom am I to say no” he stood up from the stool and walked up to her. He brought his face much closer to hers, the kind that only her could feel his hot breathe pouring on her face.

“Been watching you for awhile” he whispered but enough for her to hear

“Oh really ” she managed to say after gulping down her saliva, starring deeply into his eyes she felt some sort of nervousness coursing through her veins, her heart rapidly slammed against her rib cage. She hadn't felt this way before in a very long time.

“You are so pretty” he said with a hint of seriousness lingering in his words, atleast it was what she felt. “Want to get out of here?” he asked and she smirked and bit her bottom lips.

“Thought you'd never ask”...

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Her eyes groggily fluttered open and her hand lazily stretched out of the quilt, in search of her ringing phone. Luckily for her, it laid untouched over the nightstand next to the bed, just as she switched the phone on, the sight of thirteen missed calls and Three unread messages came toher line of view But as usual, her sleep felt more important to her, so she simply dropped it and continued. She felt a cold shiver seeped through her body and tried to pull the quilt over her body, but it wouldn't pull as she wanted. Unexpectedly, her eyes flickered open looking around, she realized she was in an unfamiliar room.

Suddenly, She felt a splitting headache and puzzles of memories of last night popped in, though, her thought was still in disarray and she couldn't make out why she was here. As she tried to seat up Beverly looked down at herself, she Hadn't had any cloth on her body, she was naked. a gasp left her mouth and her eyes shone as though she had seen death it self. A few luggages came to her line of sight, only making situation worst second by second, her memories seemed to flood a little through her throbbing headache, the last thing she remembered or could make out was having a dance with a man, took few shots and that was it. She couldn't push further. She yawned and turned to her right. But stopped midair.