Zerina's POV
I turned sharply at him. My eyes narrowed. "I... I thought you really did love me. I thought amongst all the people in my life who hated me and used me and discarded me... I thought you were different from them. But no, you've joined them, conspired with them. Who would have known my sister was whoring herself with you? I— I really— really..." I couldn't say anything any more. The pain and anguish I felt didn't help me at all.
"I did love you, Zee." He said, and paused.
"Did?"
He looked into my eyes and without hesitation he said what I knew he would've said. " Yes, I did. You don't expect me to go around without having sex? I am a man. A billionaire's son at that. I can't actually just have one girl at my side always. Especially a girl who doesn't give me what I want."
My heart broke into a thousand and one pieces. I looked up in the dark sky. It looked like it was mourning with me too. The rain was coming down slowly, on my face. A tear escaped my eyes. I laughed bitterly at how stupid I've been. What did I expect? That a poor lonely girl like me would find true love in a playboy billionaire? I thought I would've been the one to change him. I thought I could prove to people that men can be with one woman only. I guess I've always been stupid just like father says I am, just like everyone says I am. I didn't want to look at his face again, I closed my eyes, shook my head and stepped back.
" Come on, Zee. You're acting childish. If only you allowed me to fuck you, I wouldn't have cheated on you ," Lies. He was lying again with a straight face. "Come to think of it , how many girls your age are still virgins? Why must you be different? It's a normal thing, love. I have all the money to care for you. You don't have to keep living a poor life"
I wasn't shocked at the things he said anymore. I was just shocked at the fact that I loved a monster for almost 3 years of my miserable life. Was he the man I've always cherished, laughed with, smiled with? Oh God! Have I been foolish to have given my heart to him? I didn't want to talk anymore, I didn't want to keep seeing his face.
I took a step back, turned and I ran without looking back. I heard his voice calling me to come back, that I might catch a cold. I still ran. The rain pelted me like it was trying to wash the memory of our times together from my mind. His smiles, his laughter. Fake, all fake.
My tears were no match for the storm but I cried anyway. Each droplet that slid down my cheek could've been rain or sorrow and I stopped trying to tell the difference. The red gown I wore was soaked clinging to my skin, outlining my breasts and tightening around my nipples.
This morning I was so happy for him that he got the CEO position. I didn't tell him I would be coming over. I wanted to surprise him. You know, the stupid romantic kind of thing you do when you're still soft and believing. I stole wine from my dad's small wine parlour at home for us to toast with. I even wore this red gown he once said made him hard the moment he saw me.
But surprise? Ohh, unfortunately, I was the one he surprised.
"Fuck you, Dave." I yelled in the rain, trying to pour out all my pain and anguish into those three words. People watched me, stared at me like I'm a psychiatrist patient that escaped a psychic hospital. I didn't care at the moment. Why was the universe always so unfair to me? Was I evil or did I do anything bad in my past life for my present life to suck so much?
I kept crying and running. My hair plastered on my face. I didn't know where I was going. My legs finally stopped at a club. Its neon lights shone brightly, tempting me. I've never been into a club. And now I know why people came here. They came here to forget all their sorrows, to enjoy life since it's so short and it always finds a way to suck so much.
I must've looked hideous because everyone glanced at me with expressions that told me so. I know my makeup was smeared, my dress clinging to my curves and my heart. My heart felt like it was shattered into jagged pieces that cut every time I breathed. I swallowed all my pain down.
When I walked into the club as people danced around happily, free from the world's troubles. I smiled bitterly. This might just be what I needed. To drink my sorrows away and maybe actually get loose with someone. I need to lose my virginity tonight, to get fucked up senselessly. To feel how sweet they say sex is.
I pushed through the crowd of dancing bodies and went straight to the mini bar that held many glorious alcohols. I know how weird it sounds using the word glorious to describe the alcohols but well, it's a free world. A world that sucks.
The male bartender smirked at me . He had a charming smile. I smiled flirtatiously at him. I learnt how to smile like that thanks to the porn videos Dave made me watch. The bar attendant looked decent enough to get me laid tonight.
"What are you drinking tonight?" He asked me, his voice wasn't that deep but he looked mature.
I smiled at him, before looking around at the bottles of alcohol. I was confused about which to pick. "Anything strong, very strong."
He looked like he understood, like he has dealt with people like me before. "I've got something for you"
Again, I smiled , placing my hands on the table before sitting down. My movements were sexy and hot. He stared at my curves and I swear he was salivating. His eyes travelled to my breast. "Why do I feel like it will be hot?"
"What will be hot?" I asked, looking innocent like I didn't know what he was talking about.
"Oh, I'm talking about the tequilas I will bring to you. Yes, they will be hot and very strong. Hope you can handle it?" He sounded shy and in a normal circumstance he would've been a red flag to me. But this wasn't. normal circumstance, right now I don't care. I kept on flirting with him.
" I know they will be hot," I said, and made sure he noticed my eyes going down to his cock. I felt it enlarge at my gaze."And I know I can handle it"
"I--- I think I forgot to serve some customers," he said to me, pushing a bottle of alcohol and a glass to me before rushing off. Urghhh, some immature guy he was. I took a swing of the bottle ignoring the glass cup he kept on the table. My throat burned, my stomach felt hot. I kept drinking, images of Dave and Bianca sucking him down there—flashed in my eyes. I drank some more, I felt this desperate need to forget everything that happened. The alcohol was so hot and bitter but it kind of helped me feel lightheaded enough to want to look around a bit.
The air around me was thick with alcohol , sweat, and the same feeling I felt —that desperate need to forget. Sadly, I fit right in.
I adjusted myself on the bar stool, my dress hitching high up my thighs. I felt someone's eyes on me. My body burned from his gaze, my nipples hardened beneath my soaked dress. I didn't know what I felt. Was it heat? My thighs ached, that buzzing thrill in my veins. I have never felt any of these before.
I glanced around the club, looking for who made me feel this way. My eyes searched for the bar attendant. I found him in seconds. He was still attending to someone and sometimes he glanced over at me with that shy expression that didn't suit him at all. But it wasn't him that made me feel this way. I turned my head to look behind me, in the shadows sitting there, legs crossed like a king.
My eyes met his and I didn't know how one could get wet just by a glance. My panties were wet instantly. I rubbed my thighs together. Those eyes—cold, dark blue. He looked right at me, my soul, like he owned it and my body too. Like he could ruin me with a whisper. His eyes left my face, his gaze dragged across my body, and stopped, staring hard at my covered pussy like he badly wanted to undress me. His gaze continued to drag across the rest of my body like a touch, unapologetically slow, lingering on my breast, my lips, but his gaze continued going back to the space between my thighs.
My face flushed like a thousand suns. My legs clenched instinctively. I was so wet just from his gaze and why did I feel like he knew I was wet for him.
"I need him," I whispered to myself as my hands gripped the table to steady the wild rush inside me. It would be wonderful if he was the one who took my virginity. I wouldn't regret it if he deflowered me, here and now. With that in mind, I slid off the stool and pushed through the sweating crowd.
"Excuse me. Move." My vision was a little bit fuzzy from the alcohol and I staggered a little bit. I didn't let that discourage me. I was almost to where he sat, the excitement on my face changed when I didn't see him there again. Gone just like that.
"How—," I turned in circles, scanning everybody, every shadow. No one looked like him. Disappointment hit like a slap.That's why alcoholism isn't good. Was I hallucinating? I blamed the alcohol for creating images that weren't really here. Can alcohol create images that make one wet with just a gaze?
I stormed out into the rain again, cursing every stupid beat of my traitorous heart. I turned around again in circles, feeling the rain hit me harder. Then I felt it, that gaze again. Before I could turn to know where the source of that gaze came from, I was slammed to the wall. No wait, a chest. A very hard male chest. I stopped breathing when I saw that suit the man from the club wore. But this time it was partially soaked. I felt a strong hand on my waist holding me firmly. I looked up slowly, my eyes trailing from his suit up to his neck, then his face and his eyes. That's when the air left my lungs. I've never seen eyes so beautiful yet dangerous and cold. They were piercing , staring down at me like they were trying to solve a puzzle hungrily. I blinked my eyes to know if there could be anyone so handsome and yet cold.
His jaw clenched as raindrops slid down the sharp lines of his face. His lips parted just slightly. I wanted it against mine. I became wet at the thought.
He breathed in heavily, like there was something he smelled that affected him so much. His eyes pierced into mine. "You always run into strangers like this?" His voice was so deep.
My pussy became more wet. Something changed in his eyes, something dark filled with desire. I loved that look and maybe that's what gave me the courage to say what I said.