THE MIDNIGHT ENCOUNTER

Dalma's POV

I sat across him motionless,my future depended on whatever judgment he made. Some say it'll only be a few days. Others say this is the end.

Everything I had worked for, the struggle to get to this point, and it's all about to vanish.

“Dalma!” he called out, drawing me out from the ocean I call thoughts.

“Yes….yes Sir,” I struggled to keep my cool.

“We don't tolerate any form of illegal activities here so….”

Just as I expected. Kudos to whoever did this, I'm leaving anyway. He could have it all to himself now.

He slid a sealed envelope towards me, and all I could do was stare at it. The decision had been made, and my hopes and dreams all put to an end in a single sentence.

I slowly opened the envelope, trying to scan through, and only one sentence caught my attention.

“Therefore, effective immediately, you are hereby expelled from the University of Oxford.”

I couldn't understand how It got to this. A few days ago I was preparing for my finals and now this?

I stood up and left the office without saying a word. After all, I wasn't their student anymore, so to hell with respect.

At this point, a drink or two wouldn't hurt. It's not my typical kind of thing, but I need it.

I stood at the entrance of the crowded bar, dimed blue light, and the smell of sweat welcomed me.

Everyone seemed to be having a good time. Some men giggled at one corner, and some couples made out at another corner. I guess they were right when they said alcohol can make you forget your misery.

“2 shots of tequila, please,” I requested as I took a stool at the counter.

I gulped it like it wasn't the first time. “One more,” and just like that, I went on and on until everywhere got hazy.

“I…..have…..to get out…. of here,” I said in-between burps as I rubbed my temple.

At the far end of the table, a man gestured for me to come closer.

Did he seriously think I was that kind of girl? I shot him the middle finger and chuckled, then let my head drop onto the table.

My serotonin levels must have been sky-high because I felt an odd kind of thrill coursing through me.

"Hey! You seem to be in a good mood," a deep voice said as he slid onto the stool beside me.

Drowsiness crept over me, and I nearly slipped off my stool, but like a prince catching his princess in a fairy tale, he caught me just in time.

We laughed over a few more drinks, not bothering to get to know each other. It didn’t matter—we were just having fun.

I found myself staring at him, drawn in by the way he smelled, a mix of heaven and vanilla ice cream. As I reached out to feel his hand, a strange calm washed over me despite the rush of adrenaline.

I couldn’t see him clearly, but from what I could tell, his body was a solid 10.

“Please kiss me,” I blurted out in lust.

Oh, shit. I said that out loud.

“Tu deseo es mi orden, bebé (your wish is my command, baby),” his voice smoked as silk.

He stood, gently pulling me toward him. As he inclined his face and pressed his lips to mine, the warmth and softness of his kiss enveloped me.