MY TEASE

I sat on the stool, absentmindedly sipping my drink as I looked around the club. The music throbbed through the club as everyone was lost in each other's company.

It was my mother's bachelorette party, and I was here more out of obligation than enthusiasm. Most of the people present at the club happened to be her friends and family.

Glancing through the neon room, I spotted my mother engrossed in conversation with her friends, reveling in the celebration. I rolled my eyes, contemplating the inevitability of being here. It was just a big score for her. She had recently caught the attention of a billionaire, and how she had managed to convince him to marry her was still a wonder to me.

I was lost in thought and didn’t notice when Freya slid into the chair beside me. I was currently standing close to the bartender, swinging my drink while looking around the party, which didn’t seem to interest me.

“Hold on, it’s your Mother’s day... why not enjoy it and stop lingering on your own here,” Freya said to me as I rolled my eyes at her. She was my best friend, and knowing her, she always had something to say.

I shook my head, not in the mood for this. Why celebrate something that wouldn’t last anywhere? I hate to admit it, but my mother is more interested in her husband's wealth than the marriage itself.

“I don’t feel like celebrating, Freya,” I said as I sipped my drink.

“At least pretend to be happy. There are handsome men all around you. You could hook up with one,” she rolled her eyes as she replied to me while winking at me.

She knew me well enough. I loved flirting and sex. I had recently broken up with my boyfriend two months ago, and since then, I had taken the remedy of being in several men’s beds.

But today, as I looked around the club, I couldn’t find someone of interest at the moment. As much as I would love to spend the night with a total stranger, none of these men caught my interest.

"I haven't found anyone who's caught my interest," I sighed to Freya, who chuckled in response.

Just then, a deep voice interrupted our conversation.

"Do I not interest you?" I turned to see a man standing beside me, and it took everything in me not to drop my drink.

My eyes locked onto his striking features and well-built

physique, and my heart started racing.

He was undeniably handsome. My heart raced as our eyes locked, and a sly smirk played on his lips. I knew he could see me checking him out.

“Like what you see?” he said as he winked at me.

Speechless for a moment, I managed to stammer, "Uh, well, I..."

He interrupted with a confident chuckle, having successfully captured my attention.

Freya excused herself from the suddenly awkward situation. She winked at me as she left. She probably knew where this would end, as she left me to face this charming stranger alone.

Blushing, I felt a gentle warmth as he reached for my hands. The man exuded undeniable attractiveness, dressed in a sleek blue suit that accentuated his strong, masculine frame.

"You're absolutely beautiful," he said, his words sending a shiver down my spine. A confident, charming smile played on his lips, and it was impossible not to be drawn to him. His presence held a magnetic allure. I could feel myself blush at his words. I had been told several times that I was beautiful by different men, but his compliment seemed to be special.

Before I could respond to his compliment, he signaled the bartender to refill my drink.

“Thank you,” I responded as the bartender filled my glass. I swallowed, feeling a thrilling sensation wash over me.

I couldn’t tell if he was trying to get me drunk, but currently, I would do anything to escape this party at the moment. I could see my mother stealing glances at me from across the room. I ignored her as I focused on the stranger.

The club was filled with loud music, and he leaned towards me and said,

“So I am Damien and you are?” He asked with a gentle smile. I knew at that point there was no way I was going to leave here without him. I could feel a wet spot already between my legs from the smile he threw at me.

“I am Ariana,” I responded, as he smirked at me.

“So what are you doing here? Are you here for the club or for the bride?” He asked me. At that point, I turned back to look at my mother, who was drinking off with her friends. It seemed she had forgotten that she would need to be sober by tomorrow.

“The bride,” I replied as I smiled at him.

“You seem to be so idle here. How about a dance?” He asked me as he offered his hands. I knew it wasn’t a bad idea, and I didn’t want to leave this night without having this hot stranger. A dance wouldn’t hurt.

“Yeah, sure,” I replied as I placed my hands in his. He led me to the dance floor, keeping his body close to mine, his hand expertly guiding me, as I could feel our bodies collide with each other.