Chapter 2 HANDSOME STRANGER

My head buzzed with warmth and euphoria, as the light from the club dazzled in my vision sent a fuzzy kind of thrill through me.

I have never felt this free in all my twenty-three years of life and it was intoxicating.

My eyes scanned the dance floor, taking in almost-naked girls swaying around me while I hunted for Tracy.

She slipped away sometime ago, probably in between our fifth shot or was it the seventh-I can't really remember anymore.

My brain was clouded and there was a thin line between me being drunk off my ass.

"Gotcha,"I muttered in happiness, when I spotted her.

She pressed close to a man dressed in a neatly sharp suit, his blond hair tousled out of place, like someone had run their hand through them continuously, and I did not need to guess who-from the way Tracy continuously rubbed her body against his in her poor act of dancing.

"Tracy!" I called out to her, doubting she could hear me over the noise.

I made my way towards her, my eyes never straying away in fear that I might lose her, then it would be extremely hard to find her in this crowd of bodies.

"Ouch," I slammed into a hard, like a wall.

I paused in anger and frustration when I felt a thick warmth dripping down my open shoulders.

But then my eyes flared in realization-it was not a wall but rather a person-a strong thick person.

Oh shit! Did I have to cause a problem for myself now? It was all going so well before, I cursed.

"I am sorry, oh my God!

I'm so sorry, I was not paying attention, Please let me make it up to you, I can buy..." I stammered, my throat immediately dried when I looked up.

At then, I saw him-staring down at me.

Green beautiful eyes. So sharp and intense they could cut through a person, but then, they glowed under the dim light of the club.

They pinned down on me, sending a zing straight down to my core.

He looked somewhat familiar, but still I could not put a pin on where I had seen this stranger in the past.

His full red lips pulsed in a way that looked like he was smirking, but the pinching, and slight crease in his brows said otherwise-he wasn't smirking-not at all.

Rather he was studying me, the same exact way a beast would do before he pounced on his prey.

My gaze moved down to his thick, muscular body clad in a black suit, and then to his jet black hair, sleek behind.

He looked like he just walked out of an office meeting rather than a nightclub, but the aura he carried, made him stand out from every other man in the room.

A shiver slid down my spine as my core tightened. He was the kind of man women dreamt about in wet dreams only.

He shifted slightly, as the light of the club caught something on his wrist.

My eyes flickered down and landed on a watch, no...not an ordinary watch.

It resembled one of those limited editions-Rolex. My stomach clenched.

So he was not only gorgeous but rich. And that added to the thrill of him.

That good, I thought. I need a rich and good looking man for tonight, I thought, as my eyes flashed back to the real reason I was at the club today.

"Does my watch fascinate you?" His deep baritone voice rumbled, and my orbs immediately snapped back to his face.

"Huh?.."I stuttered like a fool, inwardly cursing my lack of composure.

God, even his voice sounded sinful. His thick voice had sent an undescribed pleasure through me, which made me clenched my thighs.

He looked perfect, the kind of man Xavier would be jealous of, and that's exactly what I needed-who I needed to take the one thing I had been holding on for so long- my virginity.

I could not help but pray that I looked enticing enough for him, and not like some street beggar.

I came here immediately after I ended the call with Tracy, not even bothering to change from my old house clothes. It was not like I even had something better.

"How are you going to make it up to me?" His raspy voice came agains.

His lips tipped up in a smirk, as he studied me, with amusement flickering on his face.

Oh heaven, I must look like a fool.

Yet, his eyes never strayed away, not even a little bit; instead he watched me, like I was the most interesting thing in the room.

And that sent nervousness and a certain kind of sensation racing through me. I had never had anybody look at me like that.

"I can buy you a drink," I blurted out, saying the only rational thing I could think of.

My words made his lips widened into a full blown smile almost like I said something funny or ridiculous. And his smile, almost stole my breath away.

I could not help but wonder how a man could look so good with a smile like that.

"You want to buy me a drink?" He asked, his dark green eyes remained fixed on me, gleaming with amusement and some indescribable emotion.