𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐋 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐘 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒

31 pt.2; better than revenge

¡SEXUAL SCENES AHEAD!
!I CHANGED A FEW THINGS, SORRY¡
- there will be another part -

Y/N POV

The sound of heavy music played throughout the air as I grew closer to the club. My anger and rage still burned hot, but I kept it down. Jealousy wasn't my thing; I didn't care that Daniel had girl fans that loved him, but what I did care about, was that he kissed one. Now, jealousy runs cold in my veins, and revenge runs hot in my head.

I smirked at the idea that plopped its way into my head. I can already hear the sound of Daniel's jealous cries, because he was a jealous man, unlike me. He'd be angry and upset, which would make me smile like a psychopath.

I reached the entrance to the club, wondering if it would be easy to grab a man's attention tonight. Earlier, the only attention I wanted was from my boyfriend, but since that got knocked out of the window, I'd have to find another boy to give me attention.

It shouldn't be hard because, not to be cocky or anything, I look hot in my navy blue dress that showed a little too much cleavage, but I didn't mind. It was hot and comfortable— perfect.

I walked into the bar, sitting down in front of the bartender. There were two bartenders working tonight, one was a beautiful young lady, while the other was a ripped man. Seriously, he was the definition of danger, but I liked danger.

I sat in front of the man whose muscles were bigger than both of my thighs combined. He wasn't paying any attention to things around him, until he heard me sit down. When his eyes reached mine, he smirked and flexed his arms.

I remember him being at the coffeehouse earlier. Barista by day, bartender by night. Smart.

"What can I get for you, pretty lady?" His voice was dark and rough, it suited him perfectly. I smiled flirtatiously, leaning towards him so that my boobs were almost all the way out.

His eyes dropped to my cleavage before he licked his lips and smiled. "I'll take a gin a tonic."

"Nice choice," he replied, grabbing the supplies to make the drink. It wasn't what I usually got, but I didn't plan on getting drunk. I just needed to make a man jealous. I didn't know if that girl was still there or if she had left, but I didn't care anymore. If Daniel wanted to cheat, than so was I. Simple as that.

Once he handed me the drink, we started talking even more, which ended in more cringe worthy flirting.

"So, when does your shift end?" I ask, batting my eyelashes at him. He smirked knowingly.

"I'm the owner of this place, so I can leave whenever I want to." He winked as he jumped over the bar.

I drop my eyes to his lips before muttering, "Let's go to my place." I refuse to feel guilty. I refuse to hurt myself over a relationship that was never going to last long anyway. I should've known, but I didn't. I was smarter than that, I knew that.

I wasn't drunk enough to wobble while I walk. Quite frankly, I hadn't felt an ounce of alcohol in my system, but still, the world seemed to be spinning. It felt like it was about to fly off its axis because of a bad day. I know how that feels.

As we walk, the man behind me places his hands on my waist, drawing me closer. He begins to whisper sexually, a load of hunger deep in his hoarse voice. "I can feel you heat on me, I can feel your heartbeat, and goddamn, it is turning me on."

A hiss of pain shoots through me as he grasps my ear in between his teeth. I moan lowly, letting myself loose. But it didn't feel right. It felt wrong, so damn wrong.. But it felt refreshing, as well. The image of Daniel's tears streaming down his face as he begs for forgiveness made me smile darkly.