The strange man

The strange man
Vanessa and Margaret sat on Margaret's bed. Vanessa flew down straight to Italy when she heard of what happened to her best friend.

She's been in Margaret's house for the past two days when Margaret got discharged from the hospital and would be leaving the next day as she still has so many emergency things to do in the United States of America.

Margaret seems to have gotten better with Vanessa's presence. She had already accepted the reality that she just lost her baby but that didn't stop her from grieving and crying at any slightest chance she got.

"Garet, I don't even want to leave you all by yourself tomorrow but I really have no choice and it's sad. I already took a few days leave and must be back at work immediately" Vanessa said as she watched her friend sulking sadly on the bed.

"I wonder if you'll be fine all by yourself. Take a look at yourself in the mirror. You're not being the strong woman I saw and fell in love with"

"I can't help it. Nessa, you know how much I wanted that baby. You know exactly what that baby means to me. That baby was my last chance and opportunity to win Antonio's heart but now, it's gone" Margaret replied.

"I trust you, Margaret, you can always get another opportunity. Antonio is yours and yours alone. You said it yourself that Gemma is just new to the game and still undergoing training, it's very easy for you to get her out of the way if you want to" Vanessa said.

"I swear, I'll make that stupid pink butterfly go through every pain I go through. She must feel the pain I'm feeling right now.

She'll feel the pain deep down in her bones and will beg for death to come to her. Then when I'm sure she has suffered to my satisfaction, I'll kill her" Margaret swore with vengeance in her eyes.

"That's the spirit baby girl. This is the part of you I want to see, not the weak part of you. You've been crying everyday and you stopped eating or doing anything too"Vanessa said.

"Thank you so much for being there for me, Nessa. I don't even want you to go tomorrow" Margaret said.

"I also don't want to go. I want to be here for you till you fully heal but you know I can't help it. I just want you to promise me one thing"

"What's that?" Margaret asked.

"That you'll go back to being strong and powerful. Move on, act like nothing happened, I know it's not easy for you but you need to be strong to be able to win over the pink butterfly. You wouldn't want Antonio to see you in a sorry state, right?"

Margaret shook her head negatively at the question Vanessa asked.

"Good. That's why you need to be strong" Vanessa said.

"I'll try, Vanessa. It's not going to be easy, but I'll try" Margaret promised.

"Come here" Vanessa said and spread out her arms. Margaret went into her embrace and they hugged each other lovingly. Margaret started to sob on her shoulders.

"Shhh…. it's fine baby, it's fine" Vanessa consoled as she rubbed Margaret's back soothingly and lovingly.



When Vanessa left the next morning, Margaret suddenly felt alone, lonely and abandoned and she spent the whole morning locked up in her room and cried her eyes out.
When will this lonely life end? When will someone truly love her?

All her life, she's been fighting for people to love her. Even her parents didn't love her. She didn't know what it meant to love someone and to be loved by someone, till she met Antonio who she fell in love with but unfortunately he didn't love her.

Then Antonio's best friend, the only man who managed to love her, her fiance died before they could even get married. She had accepted to marry him because she felt there's no other man who would love her, but then he died, leaving her single, alone and unloved.

She needed love! A man's love, she wanted to feel loved and wanted.

"Maybe I'm just bad luck" she sighed heavily.

She pulled herself up from the floor she had been crying on and wiped her tears off. She had promised Vanessa not to cry anymore and be strong and that's what she's going to do.

She's going to be strong again!!

She'll do anything to make her forget the tragic incident that just happened even if it meant her frequenting the clubs everyday.

And that night, she kept to her word as she visited her favorite club in a short and sexy red strapless gown, black high heel and a black bag. The gown made her look very hot and sexy.

The loud music and cheering noises and blue shining lights welcomed her as she stepped into the club after she had parked her car in a safe place.

Heads turned to stare at the gorgeous and fucking sexy woman that just walked into the club.

Margaret ignored all eyes on her and walked straight to her favourite drinking spot, the bartender counter. She loves drinking and having funny conversations with the bartender as it was a form of therapy for her.

She pulled a seat and sat and smiled when the bartender approached her.

"It's been a while, ma'am" the bartender beamed with all smiles.

"Yes, Simeon, it's been a while. How have you been?" Margaret asked.

"Been good, you?"

"Great" Margaret replied and rolled her eyes which caused him to laugh.

"Good to see you again, Ma'am. You're looking extremely great just as you always do" he complimented.

"Thank you Simeon" Margaret flashed him a sweet smile. "Get me my usual, please"

Simeon bowed and scurried away to get her favourite alcohol. He came back with it on a tray with wine glasses and kept it down beside her.

"Thank you. You have lots of customers tonight. Seems it's going to be a long night for you" Margaret said as she looked around the club. It was bubbling with people, some dancing, some smoking, some drinking and some making out.

She cringed when her eyes caught a man aggressively fondling and squeezing a lady's breast while kissing her on the dance floor.

"They should get a room" she said and Simeon laughed.

"I'll leave you to yourself for now, Ma'am… I have other things to do" Simeon informed her.
"It's fine, you can leave" Margaret replied and bid him off with her fingers.
He bowed and left.
Margaret was left alone on the counter with her ordered alcohol in her front. She sighed, then opened a drink and filled her glass with it.
She held the glass up to her lips and took light sips from it.

"Tastes nice, always have" she savoured the taste of the alcohol in her tongue.

"Now the perfect combo" she said as she brought out a pack of cigarettes from her bag. She took a stick of cigarette out of it and lit it, then began to smoke and drink.

Soon, she became really tipsy but she kept on drinking and smoking till she became fucking high. Her plan wasn't to get drunk and extremely high but she couldn't help it.

Some men in the club walked over to her side when they saw that she's drunk to take advantage of her but she gave them mean looks that made them scurry away.

"Don't fucking come near me, you assholes. I'm not drunk" she kept on repeating.

But there was a pervert who wasn't ready to back down.

"You're hella sexy, you bitch. What is a sexy bitch doing here all by herself?? Let's go to the room and have some fun" the pervert said as he tried to pull her up from her chair. The other men laughed and supported him.

"I said, don't fucking touch me, you fucking pervert" Margaret retorted as she pushed him off weakly and almost fell her out chair as she's starting to see double.

The bartender who's always watching after her when she gets drunk was so busy tonight. She needed to leave this club but she doesn't know her left and right, right now.

"Don't fucking swear at me, bitch" the pervert hissed and pulled her hair, then he squeezed her boobs roughly which caused the others to laugh again.

Margaret managed to slap him hard on the cheek and it caused some murmurs in the club. The man raised his hand to hit her back and Margaret closed her eyes, waiting for his hand to land on her cheeks but the slap never came.

She opened her eyes weakly and saw that the pervert's hand was held midway in the air by a strange man.

"Let go of me" the pervert said.

"You don't take advantage of a lady when she's drunk," the stranger replied.

"And who are you to tell me what to do?" The pervert replied as he tried to punch the stranger.

The strange man dodged the punch and within split seconds, the pervert was laying on the floor in pain.

The other men who were supporting the pervert ran off in fright.

Margaret looked up at the strange man who just defended her, her saviour and saw the face of a very fine, gorgeous and handsome man with the body of a Greek god.

He stared directly into her eyes and she blinked rapidly trying to fight the sensations this strange man was igniting in her body.

And now, her fucking question was; who's this handsome strange man??