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"And I'll pay." I glance up, holding my drink in my hand. My eyes land on a curly-haired man, who leers at me, his eyes fixated on my cleavage. I frown and look away.
"I can pay for my drink." I dismiss him, taking a sip from my drink.
"Oh, come on. Don't be like that, doll face. I saw you walk in here not quite long ago." He smirks. His posture and tone make it easy to deduce that he is drunk.
"Don't call me that!" I snap. I rise to my feet, picking up my drink. I try to walk past him, but chuckling, he grabs me by the waist.
"Leave me alone!" I cried, splashing my drink in his face. His grip becomes tighter. He frowns.
"You stupid bitch!"
"GET YOUR HANDS OFF HER!" The deep, authoritative voice behind me causes me to freeze. My assaulter's hold becomes lax, allowing me to leave his hands.
"This is none of your business. It's between me and her." He frowns, and I take a step backward, whirling around. My eyes clash with a cold pair of green eyes that causes my breath to hang in my throat.
"The lady clearly doesn't want to talk to you. Get out of my face while I am still being nice." The green-eyed man spits out his words like they burn his tongue. The curly-haired man glares at me before stomping off.
I sigh in relief, but it doesn't last long because the green-eyed man turns to me, his riveting orbs settling on me. I take a step backward, reflectively. My heart seized for a second, my eyes exploring every inch of his flawless face.
Perfection.
That's the one word that comes to my mind. His hotness is both rugged and attractive at the same time. He doesn't strike me as someone in my age range, probably a bit older, but it doesn't change the fact that he's drop-dead gorgeous.
His eyes are so attractive. His muscular frame towers over mine, making me feel smaller than I am. His thick, tousled black hair fell over his face, matching the midnight black shirt that clung to his muscles sinfully.
I swallow, unable to hide that I was checking him out, which made him smirk. Fuck.
I blink.
"I was asking if you are okay…" His baritone voice trails off teasingly. My cheeks flush in embarrassment. He steps forward, reducing the space between us. His vast frame radiates with a heat that dries up the saliva in my mouth.
"I…I am fine." I stutter.
"Michael," His name rolls off his tongue, his voice sounding lower than usual. I have never heard a sound so seductive.
"Serena," I whisper.
"Let me buy you a drink." I bite my lower lip. I don't know where the boldness comes from. His eyes darken at my action, and he nods wordlessly. I walk forward boldly. I grab his arm, leading him to the bar.
We make small talk, and one drink turns into two. Two turns to four and four turns to rounds of shots I can't keep track of. I know I am not in my right state of mind anymore, and what further confirms it is me asking him to dance when another music cues in.
I grabbed his arm and led him to the dance floor. His eyes were fixed on me the whole time. His gaze is so intense, and those green orbs leave a burning sensation everywhere they dart.
He slips one of his arms around my waist, tugging me forward, and a soft sound escapes my lips. I swallow, soaking in his breathtaking appearance under the led lights.
He spins me around, my ass landing on his crotch, eliciting a grunt from him. I smirk, shutting my eyes. I slowly start to grind against him, losing myself to the music.
His grip tightens around my waist, with low grunts emitting from him occasionally. His large hands rove my body so airily, leaving me so restless. They burn through the flimsy fabric of my dress, setting my entire being on fire.
"Fuck, Serena!" He releases a guttural sound, grasping my waist possessively.
I moan.
"Do you want to get out of here?" I ask him breathlessly. He spins me around to face him, and our bodies flush together. His lips brush my skin, and I shiver in anticipation.
"My hotel room is just around the corner." He tells me in a breathy whisper. His air caressed my skin so softly, earning a moan from me.
I moan, tossing my head backward as he latches his mouth on the skin of my neck, squeezing my ass through the fabric of my dress. He swipes his key card against the door and kicks it open.
