I felt sexy.

For the first time in my life, I felt freaking sexy.

I wore the shortest black dress that I managed to find with high black heels. My body looked almost perfect in that dress and I was happy. 

Really happy.

I decided to leave my black hair down and as usual, I didn't wear any makeup. Then I took a taxi telling the driver that I want the best and most expensive club that he could think of.

Yes, I was very serious about a good drink.

It seemed like the driver knew what I was talking about and so he finally stopped his taxi in front of a very impressive club.

Thank God.

I gave him the money and walked into the club. I couldn't see anything from how full the place was, but I was just trying to find the bar.

The drinks.

My sanity.

I walked around the club with a weird feeling that it was one of the Kevin's clubs. When I found the bar I immediately left behind that weird feeling and ordered vodka. A lot of vodka. 

"Why are you here?" That question sent shivers throughout my whole body but I didn't dare to look back at him.

Why is he here was the real question.

He sat on the chair next to mine and took the glass of vodka that was about to disappear in my throat. I turned my face to meet his and I saw my anger reflecting on his eyes.

"What do you want Jones?" I yelled over the loud music.

"You can't drink on an empty stomach!" He joined my yelling and turned to the waiter of the bar.

"Don't let her drink." He told him and turned back to me. His eyes got darker and I could tell he checked me out so I did the same to him.

He looked so hot with his messy black hair and blue eyes. The hickey that he had on his neck disappeared and I felt a bit relieved.

Don't ask me why.

"Your dress is too short and you are not getting any drinks. Go home." He demanded.

"I am not going home!"

"You can't be here! This isn't a place for you."

"Are you saying I am..."

"I am saying you are too damn innocent and beautiful to be left alone in one of my clubs."

I knew it was one of his clubs! But wait...

Did he just call me beautiful?

"I thought I am ugly Jones." I pushed him and his grip on the bar tightened.

"Go home now." His eyes flashed with anger but it didn't stop me.

"In your dreams." I stood up from my chair and began walking towards the dancing area.

I started dancing like crazy, moving my hips from side to side knowing that he was burning me with his intense glare. I was dancing and he was watching. After an hour of doing just that, he probably got bored out of his mind and left. I saw his chair empty once again, but it just gave me more energy to keep on dancing. I needed to forget him. I needed to forget his lips on mine.

When I felt unfamiliar arms wrapping around my waist I began to panic a little. I could't see the person's face but I knew it wasn't Kevin.

The asshole's touch felt way more better.

The stranger began pulling me with him towards the bathroom but I froze.

I am so fucking good at fighting, but I just froze.

I was letting a freaking stranger lead me to the hallway bathroom, pinning me against the wall, and I couldn't move.

I couldn't resist his touch.

I was in shock.

I never had to deal with this kind of situations and I felt so powerless, just how I felt with Mike a couple of days ago.

Memories of Mike came rushing back and I felt the tears building up, knowing that the situation that I was in wasn't going to end any better.

When I had finally gathered enough courage, I looked up from the floor and into the stranger's black eyes. I saw so much lust in them and it gave me the creeps. The tears began to fall when his lips met mine in a demanding kiss. I told myself to stop acting like a coward and punch the fuck out of him but I couldn't, I physically couldn't. My legs were not allowing me to make any move on him or even run away, and my hands did nothing but shake. At least my eyes were functioning.

I did cry.

The awful stranger began to move his lower part against me and that was when I lost it. I began crying and yelling like crazy, hoping with my whole heart that I will get out of this situation before I get pregnant.

Apparently, the stranger didn't like the idea of me yelling and slapped me.

Hard.

Leaving a very red mark.

Before he could go back to kissing me and doing other inappropriate things, someone punched him hard causing him to fall quickly on the floor. I began crying even louder, knowing that I was able to do it easily but didn't. This 'someone' was punching him over and over again with so much force and anger that even I could almost feel the stranger's pain. I could tell that he lost consciousness and once he did, my saviour turned around to face me. 

My heart began to beat faster as I looked at Kevin's face. I saw how furious he was and it made me cry even louder. He saw my tears and his expression softened. He almost ran towards me, and when he reached the broken women that thought that maybe, maybe she had a chance to forget, he took me by my wrists and pulled me out of his club to his car.

"What the hell were you thinking?" He screamed so loudly once we got inside.

He never screamed like that so I knew he was out of control.

"I told you to go home! I fucking told you to go home!" I couldn't see him from the amount of tears that I held in my eyes and I was thankful for it.

I didn't want to see his furious expression.

It felt like he was burning holes into my skin with his glare and I was trying to hide my face with my hands so he won't burn me to death.

"Did he touch you?" His tone was totally different so I dared to bring my hands down and look at him.

I saw anger but more worry this time.

"Answer me Mariah before I lose it."

"Y..Yes?" Did it count as touching?

"Are you asking me?" He tried not to yell.

"Um, I.. I.. I don't know if counts as tou..touching." I mumbled.

"Tell me what he did." He demanded.

"He moved his.. yeah, against me."

"He did what?" He yelled in shock, holding his fists close to his body so he won't break anything and lose control again.

"He..."

"No, no. Don't repeat that." He closed his eyes for a second trying to remain calm. He then, without making any eye contact with me, turned his expensive car on. Lamborghini? Ferrari? Who cares right?

The car ride was silent. I was still in shock and he was slowly gaining his control back.

"I told you to go home Mariah. I told you to..." And he stopped himself, knowing that he will start getting mad again if he doesn't shut up.

"I am sorry." I whispered weakly. His grip on the wheel tightened but he kept on driving without saying any other word.

*********

"You are sleeping with me tonight."

"Wh... what? why?" I asked surprised.

"Because I am not letting you sleep alone tonight." His voice was so soft and addictive.

"But why?" I asked, eager for answers.

"I just want you to sleep with me. Is that too much to ask?" He raised his perfect eyebrow, making me feel stupid.

"I don't know. I just thought that you wanted nothing to do with me after..."

"After what?" He grinned.

Asshole.

"After you left." I whispered and somehow managed to play with my rings at the same time.

"I left because there was an emergency, not because of our kiss." I could feel the teasing in his tone so I rolled my eyes at him causing him to laugh.

His laugh was just beautiful. Simply the best sound I have ever heard.

"Let's go."

We went to his bedroom and got under the covers straight away. Automatically, Kevin wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me closer to him. I felt so... safe. So protected. So good.

"Your dress looks a bit uncomfortable." He whispered, his tone a bit sexual but I don't think he even noticed.

I was so thankful that my back was to him because I was blushing so fucking hard.

"I really don't care." I whispered back.

It was nice knowing that he calmed down a bit. It was nice hearing him calm.

"Did he kiss you?" He asked from nowhere. I didn't know if I should tell him the truth or lie to make him feel better. After a long silence, I turned around to face him with my hands on his bare chest. 

I was touching his chest.

Bare chest. 

Oh my fucking god. He really was a God.

"Yes." I decided to go with the truth.

He took a deep breath and I felt his warm chest risen up under my hands.

"Why didn't you do anything Mariah?" He looked deeply in my blue eyes.

"I don't know Kevin." I felt exhausted.

Kevin moved close to me until our lips touched for a sweet but short kiss. His lips once again felt like fire on mine and I wanted more. More of him. But I knew he wouldn't take it too far today. 

Not today. 

"From now on, your lips are only mine to touch."