Chapter 2 An Unforgettable Night

• Maddie's pov.
• The bar door opened and I was struck by the smell of whiskey and stale beer, loud music blaring into my ears and flashing of neon lights that almost blinded me but I was too angry at life and heartbroken to care.
• The world outside seemed like a faraway memory. Everything appeared so distant—the streets , the people—as if I were trapped in an unbreakable fog.
• I entered the bar with shaky steps and a confused, hurting state of mind. The only thing I could think of wasn't my nasty and wicked aunt or anything, I just wanted to get over the heartbreak I was feeling.
• Like a vicious never-ending drumbeat Jason's words and face kept replaying in my mind drowning out the loud music in the background as I tried to wipe my tears away.
• I tried to shake off the awful memory but it still lingered.
• My thoughts about him had to stop but instead it continued.
• I had to put everything behind me and The bar's low lighting was soothing and for a while I wanted to dance to the music and forget everything else
• I didn't want anyone to ask me questions, I just wish to blend in with the crowd.
• I walked to the counter without even glancing at the bartender. He already knew who I was and what I wanted but the only time I had come here was with Elsie not all alone by myself..
• "One shot of tequila."I mumbled in a raspy voice. I had hardly eaten anything today but it didn't matter to me.
• I had to drown the pain to forget the ache that was gnawing at my chest.
• I didn't hesitate when the bartender slid the glass in front of me, I gulped it down in the hopes that the memories would be wiped out as I felt the burn go down my throat.
• One more. And a second. With each one I became a little more drowsy, my heart becoming heavier, and my thoughts becoming hazy.
• I finished my fourth drink and the room began to spin. I was unable to concentrate on the people around me because the sound of glasses clinking and laughter was constantly interrupting my thoughts.
• I felt as if I had lost control and my body was heavy. I didn't care about anything, I didn't want to be bothered.
• "Maddie?" I snapped out of my thoughts at the voice.
• Karen, who frequently works at the bar, was standing next to me when I turned around.
• Although she had a broad smile and a flushed face, her eyes were worried.
• “Are you okay? " She asked but it was clear from the expression on her face that she already knew the answer.
• Despite my uncertainty about whether I was being honest I nodded .
• "Just...worn out. " I said more to myself than to her.
• Her lips pursed as she scowled.
• "You're not in the right frame of mind, you should go home, Maddie." She said softly." Are you sure you want to keep drinking like this?"
• I laughed nervously and claimed to be fine even though I wasn't feeling well at all.
• "Whatever you are going through you just need to put it out of your mind for a bit.”
• Although her face softened Karen didn't press further. Instead she left me with my glass after giving me a shoulder pat.
• I could feel the alcohol putting itself through my veins, dulling everything and making it seem far away.
• Jason's words and the ease with which he had dismissed me were too painful to ignore.
• He had rejected me without a second thought.
• I took another sip from the other glass Karen hadn't taken away, then another.
• I could no longer tell what time it was and the world appeared to blur.
• Before he spoke I hardly paid attention to the man sitting next to me, I was just with my thoughts.
• "One more?" he said in a smooth low voice.
• I hardly took in his features but I knew he was tall, dark-haired and dressed in an expensive-looking black suit.
• I wonder what his business was though.
• “No,” I muttered. "I'm fine."
• He glanced at my face.
• "You don't look fine to me." He said grinning slightly. "You seem to be in need of something more important than tequila."
• For a moment I just stared at him. Although everything was hazy due to the alcohol, I found something fascinating about him.
• Maybe it was because of the way his sensual lips moved the way he talked or something else but I felt attracted to him..
• Or maybe it was the fact that he did not appear to be passing judgment on me. It didn't make a difference and I didn't care.
• What people thought of me was no longer important to me.
• I muttered something slurring I didn't think made any sense to me.
• I made an effort to ignore the nagging feeling of shame and heartbreak but it didn't seem to help.
• His eyes remained fixed on mine as he laughed softly. "What's your name?"
• "Maddie." I said, hardly raising my voice above a whisper.
• “Maddie,” he said again, a faint smirk forming on his lips. " Such a beautiful name for someone so pretty" he said in a calm voice and then I could feel him standing very close to me." You shouldn't be here, you know?"
• "Don't tell me what to do." I said sourly and belched.
• Everything in my life has been difficult and now the situation is worse. If it was something I wanted, it wasn't to take advice from a stranger.
• For a moment he observed me without saying anything. I didn't look up but I could feel his intense stare. Small talk wasn't something I was interested in.
• I could perceive the faint scent of alcohol as he leaned in and whispered into my ears sending a hot sensation in between my legs
• "Seems you need a little distraction, hmmm?"
• I glanced up into his eyes. His tone had a seductive almost calming quality. Even though my heart was still in pieces the alcohol made it simpler to ignore the pain and become even more numb.
• He was right. I needed a distraction.
• He leaned closer before I had a chance to think, his lips had claimed mine in a hot passionate kiss and at first I thought I was floating because of how soft his lips were against mine.
• It wasn't affection or tenderness. It was urgent and it was raw. I could sense his body heat next to mine and taste the whiskey on his breath.
• For an instant I was not Maddie, the girl who had been left behind by the only person she trusted and everything else—the hurt and the betrayal—disappeared.
• I didn't give a damn I was just someone else. I let the kiss grow deeper. I didn't resist it. I was unwilling to.
• When he ended the kiss, he looked deep into my eyes and I knew I found the perfect distraction.
• We walked out of the bar without saying anything. I hardly noticed the cool night air against my pale skin.
• He was the only thing I could really concentrate on. I did not fully understand what was happening as he took my hands and led me down the hallway to a room and that was when it began again.
• His kisses were hot, raw and possessive.
• He pushed me softly against the wall, his hands roaming and lifting up my short skirt.
• I kissed him back, damning the consequences and forgetting about Jason for a while.
• In seconds, clothes began flying and he planted flurry kisses down my neck as his palms kneaded my bare breasts.
• I gasped and felt my legs moving apart as one finger went to my womanliness and another moan escaped my lips.
• By the time he was sucking my breasts as if he was a hunger child, I was begging for more.