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BETH.

Tonight, I have a plan to let loose and forget about my loveless existence. I don't care who, neither do I care where, but I need to escape the misery that consumes me.

I carried myself with an air of confidence and grace as I entered the club, or at least, I hoped so. Wearing an elegant red gown that accentuated my cleavage and ended just above my mid-thighs, I felt empowered. The black sandals around my legs completed the ensemble perfectly.

Once seated and having ordered my drink, I sensed a pair of eyes fixed on me, compelling me to investigate their source. What I saw left me in awe.

There was something about his appearance that captivated me. He possessed an extraordinary level of handsomeness, almost unfairly so. I daresay he outshined even actors and supermodels. His physical perfection commanded attention, with long legs and broad shoulders that accentuated his well-developed muscles, fitting perfectly in his Armani suit. A wave of heat washed over me, forcing me to suppress the sensation by discreetly clenching my thighs together. I needed to divert my focus from the undeniable attraction, desperately attempting to dismiss the forbidden allure.

Unfortunately, I was soon confronted with another predicament: his face. It had an arresting quality, a captivating intensity that seemed poised to electrify those around him. His allure was unparalleled, drawing me in like no other. His persistent gaze made me feel as desired as a celebrity.

I needed to get what I was feeling out of me so I impulsively stood up and decided to dance, an act I would never typically engage in. Blame it on the alcohol beginning to take effect. I noticed that his gaze remained fixated on me, which encouraged me to put on a show. Swaying sensually to Beyoncé's "Run the World," skillfully timed by the DJ, I even ventured into twerking, only to be abruptly interrupted by an unwelcome stranger attempting to grind against me without consent.

How rude! Ugh.

Politely, I requested, "Excuse me, please respect my personal space." However, when he acted as if he couldn't hear me, my patience wore thin. "I said, leave me alone! What part of that don't you understand?" I snapped, unable to tolerate his ignorance any longer.

"Excuse me, baby, is this guy bothering you?" A deep voice broke through the commotion, his hands encircling my waist, drawing me closer to his body. The touch sent a surge of heat through me, awakening my desires. I looked up, eager to play along. "Yes, babe! He wouldn't leave me alone."

"Would you mind leaving my girl alone, or do I need to call the bouncers to escort you out?" He threatened with authority.

I couldn't help but be intrigued by the respect he commanded with just a few words. His commanding presence and voice had an undeniable effect on me. Could this man be any more attractive?

"Can I buy you a drink?" he offered.

"I'd love to say yes, but I haven't even started with these," I replied, pointing to the untouched glass of Ciroc colada on the table.

"Wow! Do you plan on drinking all of those by yourself?" he asked, eyeing me curiously.

"Well, not really, but it never hurts to try," I shrugged, displaying a nonchalant attitude.

"What? That's not advisable, unless you have a death wish. Why would a beautiful girl like you come to a club alone and want to get intoxicated to that extent? It's not safe at all," he lectured.

I laughed heartily, contemplating whether to share my troubles with a stranger I had just met. I wondered if he genuinely cared or if it was all just a pretense, not that it truly mattered to me. But a part of me hoped that he did care.

"Nobody cares anyway. I doubt anyone would even miss me if I drank myself to death."

"What do you mean? I would definitely miss you, can't speak for others, but I'd miss you like crazy," he cajoled, his words infused with a flirtatious undertone, as intended.

"Isn't life exhausting enough to make you wish it would all end?" I replied absentmindedly.

"You know you can talk to me, right?" he urged.

"Too bad! I don't really feel like talking right now. I want something else."

"Ask for anything, and I'll give you whatever you desire, absolutely anything," he said, looking genuinely sincere.

"Even if I ask you to make love to me?" I uttered in a sultry manner. He nearly choked on his drink, clearly not expecting such a direct proposition.

"Hmm," he simply responded after regaining his composure, and before I knew it, his lips were grazing my neck.

The space between us disappeared as he turned his head, his breath teasing the shell of my ear. A deep vibration resonated in his voice as his tongue trailed down to the hollow of my throat. And, oh my, it felt as if he had licked my pussy, leaving me wet with desire.