I put on a short, form-fitting dress, slipped my heels into my feet, grabbed my purse, and strolled to the door. I don't care if my eyes are swollen; I need diversions, and going to the bar was the best one I could think of right now. Just this evening, I felt like rebelling. Once more, I want to forget. Because it appears that I need more booze tonight. Fortunately, Cayden called and asked if I felt like going for a stroll because he hadn't seen me yet that morning. He seemed to have returned from work. I took advantage of the situation to request that he deliver it to the nearby pub instead. Although he appeared uncertain, he nonetheless agreed.
When I flung open the door, he was standing next to a black ranger. He opened the car door without saying a word as I approached him. We pull away from the town once we're inside.
Even though it wasn't that late, I said, "I'm sorry to ask you this time," but I had no other options because I only had him and Claire—whose phone number I didn't have on me—to turn to.
He smiled at me and said, "I also plan to go there, you know, after we go for a stroll.
“Right,” I laughed. "Why the unexpected invitation to explore the town though?"
He made a shrug. "Claire requested me since she couldn't see you today, and I also wanted to show you a place that was known for its majestic sights, particularly at night."
I exclaimed, "We can do it another time!" with enthusiasm.
Cayden smirked. “Well, I am aware that I won't be the one that will bring you there next time. Someone will”
"Who else? I just know you, Claire, Kate, and Sally here"
He confidently replied, "You never know, you may run into someone here these days."
I laughed at his suggestive tone and shook my head at him while looking out the window again. After a little while, I can sense his lingering and curious stare at me, so I spoke.
"Fire your questions," I said with a smile that fell short of my eyes.
"Are you alright?”
"No, because I just found out that my ex-fiance kissed someone else," I bit my lower lip as speaking aloud nearly caused me to cry once again. "We split up not even two weeks ago."
“An asshole,” Cayden gritted.
Without having the confidence to bring up my ex-fiance any longer, I just nodded and stared out the window while we waited for us to enter the bar. Because the more I talked about him, the tighter my throat felt as I tried to hold back my tears.
When we eventually made it to the bar, it was packed with people dancing and drinking, just like last time. I sat on the stool at the counter across from the old bartender and sipped my drink while Cayden left after I again assured him that everything would be fine. He doesn't want to leave me alone, but since I'm a 28-year-old woman and I know I can take care of myself, I am successfully able to convince him that he shouldn't worry.
While I was busy admiring the clear liquid in my glass, I sensed a presence on the stool next to me. A familiar sensation hit me. Sudden tingles danced along my skin, causing me to turn my head to the newly seated person. My eyes widened and my heart quickened when I saw the man I just danced with last night. The man I kissed last night. The man I just saw this morning. My gaze landed on his lips, which were stretched in a knowing smile.
I forced my gaze away and lifted my drink to my lips, gulping it at once. The reaction of my body to this unknown man makes me uneasy.
He cleared his throat but I felt his eyes still on the side of my face. “You're here again”. His voice was mesmerizing, deep, and sinister.
“Yeah, I just want some drink and…..distractions” I caught a glimpse of his fixed gaze on me out of the corner of my eyes.
“Bad day?”
I finally mustered up the courage to look him in the eye, but I immediately averted my sight. He was wearing a simple black shirt and trousers matched with messy jet-black hair that added to his sexiness, if I may add. Damn, why does he have to be hot?
“Yeah”
“But I am confident that I made you happy this morning though.”
During the course of making drinks, I noticed the bartender peering between the two of us. When I turned to look at him, I was met with his smirk, which caused me to narrow my eyes. Why do I feel so comfortable around him that I can do this in a casual manner? Such as not second-guessing my decision to give him an accusatory look. As if it was just natural.
I rolled my eyes and said with a louder voice, "Well, wandering in the woods is not enough to fill the whole day” as I gently brush my fingers away from my drink.
“I'd better look after you then, I suppose. Make sure to feel good”
“No, I can—”
He stood up and grabbed my arm, yanking me out of my seat. Just the other night, he drew closer to me and placed his big hands around my waist. I gasped, and my heart began to accelerate, all from that one simple movement.
He murmured huskily, "A good dance could be a good distraction.”
“I…..”
If I danced with this stranger, well technically not because I know his name, there was nothing wrong. I am free and single. My ex-fiancé is probably currently carrying out such an action. However, I cannot help but notice how he is the complete opposite of Anthony. Dark, rough, and filled with intensity.
“I’d love to,” I mumbled.
My heart was pounding as I moved into his arms. As soon as a slow ballad began, we instantly strolled across the dance floor. The resolve in my eyes grew. I wanted to see things through to their conclusion, to keep myself from thinking about my ex-fiance. I tilted my head to the side and looked at Traian. Only to find his piercingly blue eyes staring right into mine. We started to move slowly, to keep up with the music. His hands caressed my waist. His hands leave a trail of heat throughout my body. With each passing second, the dance became more passionate.
“Do you still know my name?” He suddenly asked, peering down at me.
Having him close gives me enough unnatural feeling and hotness, much more his blunt staring at the peeking cleavage due to my dress and face. I replied, concentrating on his broad chest, "Yeah."
My fingers grasped his biceps tighter when he leaned closer to my ears and whispered.
“Then say my name, Jaidyn,” He motioned his thumb to a circle on my waist and added, "Let me hear you speak my name.”
I sensed a heat of excitement and wetness seeping from between my legs. My fingers began to clench around his arms, and I groaned. "No, I'm not going to."
The same way it did last night, his musky scent overwhelmed me and numbed my senses. I ventured a momentary glance up into this mystery man's strong, piercing blue eyes before concentrating on his mouth. I bit my lip in response to his deep, rumbling groan. My entire body was shaken in a pleasurable way.
He mumbled, "Let's see that kitten," and, like the last time, his words and voice had a different impact on me. Every gliding and touching of his skin seemed like it was responding to a mind of its own in my body.
His hands slid down repeatedly in the smooth fabric of her dress and hung around her hips. "Jaidyn, what are you doing here once more?”
I choked down the pain that threatened to stifle this night. I refused to rush into another relationship without giving it much thought because I knew it would take time for the pain of betrayal to go away. And perhaps the reason I was drawn to this mysterious man was that I found him so alluring. That's all there is to it.
His jaw tightened as though he was aware of what I was considering saying. “You—”
I say in such a hushed voice, "I want to forget now more than ever."
This was the crazy continuation of my drink from last night. Right. It will be fine because I will leave soon.