Chapter 2 Chapter 2

Aubrey Clinton 

I walked down the street, hoping to find a bar for a drink, and my eyes quickly settled on a dimly lit dive bar across the road.

My legs carried me toward it, and I pushed open the door.

As I walked in, the warm air and loud music immediately welcomed me.

I walked up to the bar, ordered a strong drink, and downed a glass of whiskey in one gulp, feeling it burn as it slid down my throat.

Still not satisfied, I ordered another glass, then another, and kept going until the whiskey coursed through my body, making my head spin.

By the time I got to my sixth glass, I felt a warm but firm hand grab my wrist.

I quickly turned around, my hair swirling around me, and found a waiter staring at me intently.

“It’s your turn to get on stage now,” he shouted over the music.

I frowned, confused.

“What?”

“You’re the new dancer, right? You’re next to entertain the customers.”

I shook my head, but he simply pointed toward the stage.

Before I knew it, I was being pushed and pulled onto the stage.

I couldn’t believe this guy thought I was a stripper.

I tried to step off the stage, but when I saw the eager faces waiting for me to do something, a sudden spark ignited within me.

In that moment, I felt wild, as though a bold energy had surged through my body, and I decided to embrace it.

Goodbye to who I used to be.

Forget all the lies I told myself about being a good wife and a caring woman being my greatest accomplishments.

The music pulsed through my veins, and I started moving my body, dancing and letting myself explore.

My hips swayed to the rhythm, my legs wrapped around the pole, and my long hair swirled around me.

At that moment, I felt like a seductress because everyone’s eyes were on me, and the crowd looked captivated.

My eyes wandered naturally and quickly landed on someone.

He had beautiful blue eyes and was incredibly handsome.

He was sitting in a booth, enjoying his drink while his intense gaze remained fixed on me, making my heart race in a way I couldn’t explain.

As our eyes met, Daniel’s hurtful words and my sister’s cruel comment came rushing back to me.

“Being with you is boring.”

“You only deserve my leftovers.”

But looking at this attractive man, whose features stood out even more than Daniel’s, I felt a surge of desire within me.

I stepped down from the stage and walked toward him, keeping my eyes locked on his.

When I reached him, I extended my hand and gently touched his chest, tracing my fingers up to his jawline.

I lifted his chin slightly with my index finger and leaned in close until my lips were only inches away from his.

The music faded into the background as I felt his warm breath against my skin.

His scent was intoxicating, and it pulled me even more closer.

Right now, I just wanted to kiss him.

I needed to feel his lips on mine and taste the passion building inside me.

I slowly parted my lips, ready to press them against his, but he turned his head and quickly grabbed my hand.

His face showed no emotion as he pushed me away.

“I don’t have sex with a slut.”

I leaned in slowly, a sly smile spreading across my face.

“Really?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. “I thought you were just a gigolo hired by the bar, yet you have a choice?” I replied, my voice laced with sarcasm.

But he didn’t seem to find my joke funny at all. Instead, his eyes narrowed, and his expression grew even more serious.

I let out a soft sigh and ran my fingers along his bare chest.

“Well, I’m not a prostitute. I’m just here to have a good time. If you impress me enough, I might even pay extra for the night. What do you think?”

For a brief moment, we locked eyes, but his expression was so serious that I couldn’t tell what he was thinking.

Then, with one swift motion, he lifted me off my feet. His arms wrapped around me while my legs instinctively circled his waist as he walked toward the stairs.

I felt a thrilling rush within my body as he carried me, my body pressed against his chest.

The crowd moved aside, everyone rushing to give him space as he carried me up the stairs. For a brief moment, I noticed surprised faces and even saw people bowing as we passed.

Behind him, a large, muscular bouncer held back some customers who wanted to get closer.

Then it dawned on me that this man was definitely someone important. He seemed to be the favorite among the gigolo’s here.

He must be really good at what he does.

“You better be worth it, gigolo,” I whispered in his ear, my voice rough but steady.

He just shook his head and laughed, his chest vibrating against mine.

When we reached the top of the stairs, he kicked the door open with his left leg and carried me inside.

The room was softly dim, and the only sound coming into the room was from the gentle hum of the city outside.

He carefully set me down on the bed, his eyes fixed on mine with an intense gaze.

I bounced slightly as the soft mattress sank beneath me while he hovered above me, his eyes shining with a fierce energy that sent a shiver down my spine.

“You’re definitely playing with fire,” he murmured, his voice deep and rough.

I grinned, my heart pounding as I tugged on his collar to pull him closer.

“I’m not scared of getting burned.”

As soon as those words left my mouth, he pressed his lips against mine passionately, making me feel dizzy despite laying down.

The kiss was intense and urgent, and I could sense my body responding just as strongly.

His hands moved across my body, sending spark through me. I closed my eyes and melted into his embrace, letting my desires take over me.

In a quick motion, our clothes ended up scattered around the room, and it felt as if I had entered a different world. 

Everything felt incredible amazing as our lips moved together. His touch sent shivers through my body as his right hand gently cupped my right breast and gave a little pinch to my nipple, causing a soft moan to slip from my lips.

That gave him the chance to deepen the kiss, which I welcomed willingly.

His tongue danced with mine as I moaned softly into his mouth. 

He then pulled away from my lips and trailed kisses down my neck while letting out a low groan.

I let out a soft whimper as his touch inflamed waves of pleasure through my skin, each kiss tender and gentle. 

Slowly, I opened my eyes and observed every movement he made. With care, he spread my legs and positioned himself between them. My heart raced as my gaze fell on him.

He caught the look on my face and chuckled softly, clearly amused by my reaction. 

“Ahhh!” I moaned out, lost in the moment when suddenly he paused. Before I could utter a word, he pulled me into another passionate kiss.

In that instant, I realized I had never experienced anything like this before, it felt like pure ecstasy. My eyes fluttered shut as pleasure enveloped me, washing away my initial discomfort. 

With intuitive desire, I moved my hips to draw him closer, and he eagerly responded. “Aaargh!” I moaned again as the intensity between us increased.

As I reached my peak, I cried out, feeling the effect wave through him as well. I heard him groan deeply before he became still for a brief moment.

When it finally over, I collapsed onto the bed, yielding to sleep in his warm embrace.