Chapter 12 In the club
VICTORIA
The red dress glued to my body so perfectly that every curve was on full display. My back was bare, and the sharp click of the heels against the tiles drew several eyes in my direction. I couldn't tell whether it was the sound of my heels, the revealing satin dress, or the fact that I was wearing shades at night that attracted so much attention to me as I made my way into the club. But one thing was certain— I had their attention.
I ignored all gestures from men and let my body do the talking, making their gaze linger silently in frustration.
My steps grew slow and hesitant as I walked nearer to the nightclub. I took a deep breath, pulled a large, bossy smile onto my face, and made my entrance into the nearly dark club with deafening music.
I pulled off my shades when I got to a table and plopped down into a seat, staring around the place. Unlike other clubs, you would hardly find any explicit acts going on here. Though a few people at some tables kissed and made out, that was it. No stripping, no crashing out or fighting, no jumping around. It looked more like a restaurant than a club. The only difference was that they served more alcohol, and the music was so loud that you could barely hear yourself speak.
I swung my head towards the bartender and raised my hand when our eyes met.
The grumpy-looking man slid out of the bar and trudged towards me.
“You can just hit the bell, lady," he snapped.
I narrowed my eyes, ignoring his rude behavior.
“Three glasses of tequila," I said, and he grumbled loudly while taking notes before trudging away to make my drink.
Not less than a minute later, the man returned with three glasses of tequila.
“You're alone?" The man asked when he noticed the seats around the table were empty.
“Yes," I boldly replied with a large grin on my face.
The man let out a mocking chuckle and then walked away.
I took a deep breath before gulping down a glass of tequila. My face crinkled as the liquid burned down my throat, and a warm sensation flooded through my body.
My head gave a wild sway, and my eyes dilated for a second as I struggled to get the burning sensation off.
The burning slowly turned into a delightful tingling in my body, and my head suddenly felt light as all those memories and events washed away.
“Fuck, it's working," I whispered in satisfaction and grabbed the second glass, not minding what was going on around me.
The beats from the music seemed to be slamming right into my eardrums, and my vision blurred for a moment as I gulped down the second glass.
I began to imagine what I would do to Simon if I caught him. I worked in the department that handled serial cases and knew how to deal with murder so well. Or maybe, I could kidnap Erica's kids and have him give up his company and properties for their lives.
Knowing how greedy Simon was, he would never want to give up even a cent.
“Bastard," I whispered and took the third shot of alcohol. I could be good at everything, but never in being able to hold in too much alcohol.
Just three glasses would throw me off.
I glanced at my phone and twitched up my lips when I saw the time displayed on the screen.
It was almost ten, and I needed to be home soon before I would get to the stage of not feeling my feet.
Instead of listening to the instincts in me, I raised my hand and called for the bartender.
The man looked at me in anger and raised his brows in question.
“Two more shots!" I screamed even though I could barely hear my voice through the loud music.
The man shook his head and walked to my table, then pointed at the red bell fixed on the table, anger swimming around his eyes.
“Two shots, two," I mumbled, laughing.
His lips slanted his irritation, and he narrowed his eyes over my body.
"A pretty lady like you can't even handle three shots of tequila. You'd better go home now,” he said.
Anger gripped me, and the grin on my face disappeared.
I reached into my purse, pulled out a wad of bills, and slammed it down on the table.
"Get me my order!” I snapped.
Greed replaced the anger and irritation in his eyes as he quickly grabbed the money and shoved it into his pocket before trudging off.
He returned with the filled glasses, a grin on his face.
“You can have as much as you want. I'll get a cab to send you home when you're wasted," he muttered and asked for my address.
I mumbled out my address as I grabbed the first glass and gulped it down, feeling it burn my throat, but in a good way.
“Don't you think you're taking advantage of the woman?" A voice spoke behind me, and my heart skipped. I swung my head to the side and raised my brows at the man sitting beside me.
“Let me take this one, pretty,” the man muttered and grabbed the second glass before I could, and gulped it down. My throat ran dry as I watched the way his Adam’s apple bulged when the liquid went down his throat. The sharp jawline inches away from me, those kissable, full lips wrapped around the edge of the glass, the long fingers that clenched the glass so tight, and those piercing, bottomless pits of grey that stared at me with a desire that made my heart burn.
I couldn't look away from the abs that rippled whenever he flexed those arms and the tempting, large chest that was almost ripping the white check shirt he had on apart. I wanted to know what was beneath the shirt. I yearned to keep gazing at that chest, to see what lay beneath that irritating shirt. How would it feel under my touch?
The loud bang of a glass against the table shook me out of my dirty thoughts. I blinked several times and felt my belly knot when my eyes locked with his.
“Is there something on my face?" He leaned forward as he asked.
His strong cologne hit my face and almost made me choke on the spit in my mouth.
“Uhm… no. I mean, why should I give a fuck about a creep?” I blurted out before I could stop those lies from slipping out.
"Creep?” He chuckled and leaned even closer.
I gulped hard as his hot breath of mint mixed tequila hit my face.
“Also, you were certainly staring,” he whispered, and my heart gave a wild skip. I stared at him with wide eyes, hearing my own heartbeat above the loud music.
I watched his hand slide up my arm, and goosebumps spread over my body. He pulled the falling strap of my dress in place while keeping those eyes on me.
“I wonder what a beautiful lady like you is doing in such a place alone,” he murmured, brushing his breath over my cheek as his fingertip grazed my neck.
“This is a place where people come to get wasted or get fucked, which category do you belong to?” He asked as his hand slowly snaked around my neck.
My heart was drumming so fast that I felt it would blow up at any moment. Was this a sign?
I took a deep breath, leaned close till our faces were just a breath away.
“The latter. I want to get fucked."