Chapter 3 Stranger In The Bar

• He grabbed her by the wrists and breathe huskily. "Where is my wine!?" He demanded.
• "W-what? Who are you?" Marilyn was stunned. She tried to free herself from his iron grip but it only made him tighten the grip further.
• "Serve me wine now or I'll have you fired!"
• Was he Angie's boss? Although she had never seen how Angie's fierce and terrible boss look like, she had mentally imagined him to be fat and ugly. She looked up and met the eyes of the man in front of her. Staring back at her was the cold piercing blue eyes of a man about twice her age. But he wasn't ugly or terrible to look at, like what Angie described to her. Maybe he was one of the upper management staffs? A supervisor?
• "Yes, sir. Please follow me this way," she said and he released her. She didn't want to get Angie in trouble with her boss so she decided to play along. She rubbed her wrist where she was certain there was a bruise and showed him the refrigerator where they kept the wine bottles.
• "Which one do you want?" She presented him with brands of famous wines.
• "Any. Give me the strong ones. The stronger the better," he sat down at one of the tables with a sofa.
• "How about whiskey?" She asked, holding up a bottle of whiskey and a small glass cup.
• "Fine with it," the man coldly replied.
• She approached the table and set the whiskey and cup down. She began to pour the whiskey into the cup. Her eyes flickered to his chest where his office shirt was unbuttoned halfway, revealing his chiseled chest muscles. She gulped at his sexy chest peaking at her, he had an athletic body. She wondered what type of work he does.
• He took the cup and downed it's contents in a single gulp. He motioned for her to pour him more and she obliged.
• He took four more shots and wanted her to fill his cup.
• "You know, drinking like this is unhealthy? If you are feeling stress or unhappy, maybe you should try to solve it or talk to your family?" She suggested after watching him alcohol abused himself.
• "Family?" He scoffed and turned to look at her. "What do you know about family? The cameleons who changes their skins when they are not doing well and quickly shifts back to their original skins when they got what they wanted?" His words were sarcastic and cold.
• But Marilyn felt a tinge of pity for him, maybe he was burdened by family problems and that's what caused him to indulged himself in alcohol.
• "You shouldn't drink anymore," she said as she grabbed away his glass and bottle. Her actions angered him as he stood up and knocked the glass and bottle out of her hands.
• Marilyn eyes widen as the glass hit the floor and shattered. She was even more surprised at his sudden change of demeanor. Now he stared at her like a king viper ready to strike. He advanced towards her, backing her towards the wall with no where to retreat.
• The air shifted as tension increased between them. He pinned both her hands above her head as he leaned in, "Do you work here?"
• "Uh, yes?" She lied.
• He slowly lifted a finger and began caressing her soft cheek. His thumb brushed over her lips and Marilyn gasps in shock. "What are you doing?" Her voice shook with fear of this drunk stranger. His lips grazed over Marilyn's cheeks and the corners of her lips, sending waves of tingles through her spine. His earthly masculine scent fills her nostrils and she struggles to maintain her composure.
• "How dare you defy my orders?" He said in a husky low tone.
• "You were hurting yourself," she replied although she was scared of him and what he might do.
• "Seems like you enjoy taking care of other's business, huh?" He said, his fingers moved down to her collarbone where he continued to caress lightly.
• "You're drunk," she said simply.
• "I'm not drunk!" He refuted, shouting at her face. She shrink back from his furious and dangerous gaze, knowing that if this keeps up, she will lose her poor life.
• "Okay, you're not drunk," she said, trying to please him. "But can you let me go? My hands are starting to hurt," she looked at him hopefully. But her hopes were dashed when he answered abruptly, "No."
• "Y-you! Let me go, you bastard!" Her face immediately twisted into rage. What kind of person treats a woman like this!? This reminder her of Brian which only fueled her rage.
• "Get off me, you pervert! Or I'll call the cops!" She screamed at his face.
• But the man in question didn't released her, instead he pressed her flush against his chest and grinded her hips against his waist roughly.
• A small whimper escaped Marilyn's lips, both from the pain and ecstasy that was coursing through her veins from that pressure.
• "What did you call me, girl?" He whispered dangerously to her ear, his warmth breath stinging her neck and causing her to blush furiously.
• Marilyn didn't answer - she didn't dare to. He looked like he could squeeze the life out of her easily.
• He nibbled her earlobes, biting it between his teeth and using his tongue to lick her earlobes up and down. She gasped in shock, what is he doing?! He's touching her without consent! She beat and tried to push him away but in vain because he began to plant wet kisses down her neck to her collarbone, sucking on them with a loud sexy sound.
• Marilyn tried resisting the growing pleasure but found herself throwing her head back instead. He was difficult to move, like a stone.
• He released her two hands and moved his rough fingers underneath her shirt where he slipped his hand under her bra and began to caress her supple nipples, pinching and squeezing them in the process.