Chapter 2 One Night Stand With Her Ex

I ran out of there as fast as my legs could carry me. Tears blinded my vision, my fingers trembled as they dialed my best friend's number.

"Hey there. This is Alina speaking. If you're listening to this, it means I'm not available." Her voicemail responded.

Ignoring people's stares, I entered my car and drove, still dialing Alina's number to no avail.

"Alina, I need you right now. I need someone to talk to. Please call me when you get this." I sniffled.

'I never loved you'. His words echoed in my head.

'Thank you for taking such good care of my baby while I was away.' Melisse's mocking tone took over.

My wails filled the interior of my car but I was alone and no one could hear me. My hands still on the steering, I kept driving, not knowing where I was headed.

By the time I could bring myself to stop the car, it was in front of an exclusive bar. I didn't drink but maybe I needed some intoxicating amount of alcohol in my system right now.

I stepped out but had to show my ID card before I was allowed in. Alina said I looked younger than age plus my petite frame just made it a whole lot harder to get into places meant for grown ups.

"A glass of whatever alcohol you have, please." I climbed on the stool.

The bartender took one scrutinizing look at me. "Are you legal?"

I gritted my teeth, slapping my ID card on the counter. "How do you think I got in?"

"Sorry. I'm just avoiding problems with the law." His face went apologetic as he mixed some kind of drinks.

The way he moved and handled the mixing of drinks was professionally smooth. I watched him, almost forgetting my heartbreak.

I wasn't used to places like this. Dylan had barely allowed me leave the house for parties or fun moments except for when Alina would come around to tell him herself we were going out.

Then he dropped it before me. "You'll be fine."

His smile was reassuring and full of empathy. I tried to appreciate him with a smile of my own, it got teary. I threw my head back and swallowed the drink so he wouldn't see the fresh tears fall.

It didn't stop there. He kept entertaining me with drinks till I was all woozy.

My brain was now drowned in alcohol. The music playing grated my ears but it also disrupted my thinking which I think was a good thing to me.

"Another round, please." I passed my empty glass to the bartender.

"Don't give her anymore."

Drunk but perplexed at who had just spoken, I lazily turned my head to meet a pair of familiar green eyes that had once tickled every part of me, including my heart.

"Y-you!" I wobbled on the high chair as shock rocked my system.

He grabbed my arm, saving me from an embarrassing face plant on the counter. "Long time no see, little doll."

His voice. His tone. The deep, rich voice that could make turn the knees of any woman to jelly. That voice that used to have me breathing hard and getting wet.

No! I shook my alcohol-filled head, trying to shake off memories of him.

"Lemme." I slurred, struggling my arm with him.

He held on, his beautiful emerald orbs stared at me like he was just seeing me for the first time. "You don't drink. Tell me, what's wrong?"

It was as though everything came rushing into my head. What this man standing before me had done to me five years ago. And what Dylan had done to me barely an hour ago. They all came flooding into my mind.

"Get...away...from...me." I tried to away from him but he was too strong.

Tall, broad shouldered, ripple chested with a face that didn't look like it aged at all, Will Sanders, the richest business man in the country and every woman's fantasy, was the last person I'd thought to see in this bar.

Due to the struggling and many alcohol swimming in my low level alcohol-accepting system, my stomach churned. Nausea gripped threateningly strong. I was going to throw up and very soon.

"Bucket." I managed to say, already heaving.

My body left the stool and was comfortably cocooned in his arms as he carried me away from the bar while I battled the urge to vomit on him and the throbbing coming on bothy temples.

This was why I stayed away from alcohol. My system was to weak for the drink.

Within minutes, I felt cool air brush my drunk frame. He dropped me before a clean toilet bowl. My stomach heaved and emptied itself of my lunch.

Patiently, he held my hair and waited for me to finish. I felt a bit better, except for the headache.

He went for the button of my shirt. I stopped him but it was a weak attempt.

"Relax, little doll, you need to have a bath. There's nothing I haven't seen." The glint in his eyes was enough warning for me to run but I didn't have the strength to even move my legs.

I let him undress me and put me in the shower. Gently, he bathed me, scrubbed my body. His thumb brushed my nipple, I sucked in a breath.

"Do I still affect you as I used to, little doll?" His voice was low and seductively whispery.

"S-stop..." It didn't come out as firm as I wanted it.

He went on to my other nipple. An embarrassing moan escaped my mouth.

Will Sanders always had this effect on me. But after Dylan, I didn't think it was possible to react this way to a man that wasn't my husband's touch.

"I've thought about you for years, little doll." He whispered in ear, as his finger found its way between my legs and caressed. "I regret everything."

"Oh...Will...mmm." Propelled by alcohol and lust, I wrapped my hand around his neck and pulled him into a kiss.

"Oh yeah..." He groaned into my mouth.

Before long, his clothes were off too. He joined me in the bath tub. His mouth and hands left fire their wake.

"Oh Will, please..." I widened my legs and threw back my head, giving him unhinged access.

He switched our positions; he sat in the big tub and had me atop him. He had always liked me riding him.

"Atta girl, ride me like old times." He invited, his voice husky.

Desperate to quench the fire between my legs, I saddled him and lowered myself on his bulging length and rode him just like old times...