Chapter 2 Wanting To Get Laid

• Freda POV’s
• We both walked into the luxurious clubhouse and was immediately welcomed with the odd smell of alcohol and loud music booming over the entire building. I smiled and I walked further into the club. Miranda actually tried to stop me from coming here but I insisted because this was what I needed at the moment.
• “Stay close to me Freda,” Miranda said trailing behind me.
• The sound of laughter and conversation filled the air. The clubhouse was packed with people enjoying themselves, and I felt a thrill of anticipation. I couldn't wait to see what the night had in store for me.
• Finally I got to the counter and I met the bartender. “Hey, I want the strongest drink you have." The bartender raised an eyebrow, but he didn't question my request. He simply nodded and started mixing a drink that looked like it could knock a person out.
• “Freya are you sure about this? We can just go home now,” Miranda said and I scoffed.
• “C’mon Miranda, you don’t need to fret, you are here to watch over me right? So just let me do this,” I said giving her a puppy face and she shrugged.
• “Here’s your drink miss,” The bartender gave me the drink. I slowly took it and I took a long sip. The alcohol burned my throat and I hissed but I welcomed the feeling. I needed something to take the edge off.
• Few hours later…
• The floor was littered with empty beer bottles, and in the center of the mess, I sat there sobbing into my hands. Miranda sat next me, rubbing my back and whispering words of comfort, but I lean my head on her shoulders heaving as I cried. My eyes were red and puffy.
• “It hurts Miranda, I just wanna get him out of my head!” I yelled and I tried taking the bottle of beer but she forcefully took it away from me.
• “Stop this Freda, I know you’re hurting but I won’t watch you do this to yourself. Let’s leave now!” She yelled and as I tried to stand up I felt the urge to throw up, my eyes were spinning and I quickly moved away from her not wanting to embarrass myself.
• “I I need to use the bathroom,” I sputtered choking on my own breathe.
• “Where is the bathroom?” Miranda asked the bartender and he quickly gave directions, but before she could assist me, I was already gone. This was the chance I wanted since the first moment we got into this clubhouse.
• I know the things I wanted to do where unlike me, but with Miranda by my side, she wouldn’t let me do any of this.
• I stumbled into the bathroom, my head spinning and my stomach churning. I barely made it to the toilet before the contents of my stomach came rushing up, and I throw up into the bowl. I retched again and again, my body shaking. I was drenched in sweat, and tears slowly trickled down my cheeks.
• “You fool! Men are fucking liar, you’ll deserved to rot in the darkest abyss where you belong!” I yelled stumping my foot of the floor.
• “I’d rather say women are crazy, because why would a woman be in a man’s bathroom cursing at them? How ironic,” I heard a deep musky voice said behind me.
• I immediately whirled around, my breath caught in my throat. A man stood there, his dark eyes glittering and his dark clothes giving him a dangerous air. He was tall and broad-shouldered, and I couldn't help but think he looked incredibly hot. But there was something about him that made me uneasy. I couldn't put my finger on it, but my instincts were telling me that this man was not to be trusted.
• But on the dark side, my other instinct kicked in. “Freda this is exactly what you want, to get laid and wasted. Imagine spending a night with him? He’d be much more better than you lame ex boyfriend, don’t loose this moment for anything in the world,” My subconscious mind stated.
• I took in a deep breath and slowly approached him. I knew I was taking a risk, but I had to know if my instincts were right. As I got closer, I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. I reached out and placed my hands on his chest, and was shocked by how solid and warm he felt.
• I looked up into his eyes, and I smirked. “Do you mind having this crazy woman for a night? Down there I’ll show you why men deserve to be thrown into the dark abyss, and you’d bring out the craziness in me,” I said quietly, still looking him in his eyes and also bitting my lips.
• I didn’t know if I was the one doing all of this, or it was the effect of drinking too much alcohol, but I just wanted to go on with the flow.
• “I think you need your daddy to take you home little girl. Perhaps your nanny? Who brought you here?” He asked and I scoffed hating the expression on his face. It was the same expression Jake had and it made me extremely angry and determined.
• “I guess you’d be missing this then,” I said and I slowly unzipped my dress exposing my breast. I saw him clenched his fist and I knew I had an effect on him, so I started massaging my breast gently.
• “Fuck! Don’t regret this afterwards little girl, I don’t do kids, but since you insist. Don’t blame me for this,” He said and he slammed his lips on mine, as our lips met, a tangling sensation coursed through my body, I felt my hands cupped his face and I deepened the kiss, with his hands roaming around every part of my body.
• “Fuck it!” He groaned breathing heavily and he suddenly carried me on his shoulders with his hands constantly spanking my ass.
• He opened the door and he immediately threw me on the bed with a sly smile on his face.
• “You want this?”
• “Just do it already!” I stated with urgency.