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Chapter Four: Big Mistake

Helen's POV

I stared up in disbelief at the man who was once covered in chocolate ice cream spilled by my hands. His eyes sparkled with amusement as he took in my surprised look. "I never thought I would see someone like you in a place like this," he said when I was finally able to blink my eyes. "Excuse me?" I asked as his comment jerked me out of my trance. "What, is that your way of saying that a poor person wouldn't be able to get in here?" I could feel the anger beginning to creep back up from inside me.

"No, of course not," he said while shaking his hands trying to save himself. "I'm just saying that you don't seem like the type of  person to go clubbing" I relax a little and smile up at him to my surprise. It has to be the alcohol. "That's true. I'm not" I say and he returns the gesture. God he looks sexy when he smiles. Wait, what the hell is wrong with me?

"So, are we just going to stand here smiling at each other, or are you going to buy me a drink?" He says with a smirk on his lips. " Sorry, but I can't afford to buy you a drink Mr. $720 shirt," I joke and he laughs. "But I can afford to buy you one," he whispers in my ear and places his hand in the small of my back causing me to stiffen.

He led me through the dancing people towards the bar where I sat at the table. "The usual. Make that two," he told the bartender who nodded. "You know, you look much different without wattress clothes on,""I've been told. You look different without ice cream on your shirt," I countered and turned to look at him. My breath hitched in my throat as my eyes locked on to his grey ones. "I've been told," his deep voice seemed to shoot through my body and caused me to shiver.

"I bet you have," was the only thing I managed to say during our intense staring contest. Our gazes were broken when the bartender placed the clear liquid in front of us. "Cheers," he said with a small smile while raising his glass. "Cheers" I mumbled before clicking my glass with his and taking a sip. The familiar burning sensation ran down my throat as I gulped down most of the drink in the glass.

"Do you want to dance?" I asked knowing that if we remained like this, an argument was bound to come up and completely ruin my buzz right now. He nodded his head and I quickly grabbed his hand which was a gesture I knew would only happen when I am drunk.  I led him to the dance floor and begin swaying to the music and he did the same.

I had already lost track of time while our bodies swayed together in perfect harmony. He was staring right at my face and I couldn't help but stare right back at his. His beautiful face was mesmerizing in the flashing lights of the club. Our faces were inches apart and I could feel his warm panting breath on my face.

Before I knew it, I felt something soft pressing against my lips and I couldn't help but get lost in the sensation of electricity that shot through my body. He was kissing me, and I was actually kissing him back. Our lips moved in perfect sync as my arms snaked around his neck and his around my waist.

That's when realization struck me like a ton of bricks and I sobered up in 0.2 seconds.  I pushed him away causing him to stumble back a step. His wide grey eyes were filled with shock. It was easy to tell that he was trying to comprehend what had just happened. I stared at him with wide eyes still panting, the tingling sensation of the kiss still present.

I stalked away to find Avery who had found her a seat on the leather plush couch at the far end of the room. "We need to go, now!" I yelled at her hurriedly and she gave me a confusing look. "Why? What's wrong?" She asked, worry sketched in her tone. Unlike me, Avery was completely sober meaning she could drive us home.

"Nothing, come on!" I said before grabbing her hand and leading her out the door. I rushed her to the car and quickly got into the passenger seat. I can't believe I just went through a horrible break up, and here I am making out with some stranger in a club. What has gotten into me!? I let out an exasperated sigh and relief washed over me as Avery started the car and pulled out of the crowded parking lot. I honestly hope I won't remember this in the morning.