SINS | 18+ (DISCONTINUED, I GOT BORED)

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"I'll have a Manhattan please." I said to the bartender standing before me. I was sat at the bar of the casino, hanging out while my best friend, Hazel, partied with a few of her friends from university up in the luxury suite. I didn't feel like partying it up with Hazel's clique all that much. Honestly, I don't really feel like I belong with their crowd. Hazel had only just turned eighteen a few months ago, and here I am at twenty-two years old, just moving here from my hometown, Bullhead City down in Arizona.

"Here you go ma'am."

I looked up. The bartender had placed my drink on the table. I gave him a soft smile and gentle nod, and proceeded to take a sip of my drink. It was strong, but I didn't mind that. I looked around the place. The loud, repetitive ringing of slot machines filled my ears as the smell of alcohol and cigarette smoke filled my lungs. It's a Vegas casino, what else could I expect?

I took another sip of my drink. The slight burning sensation of whiskey ran down my throat. I chuckled to myself. My best friend is living it up in the luxury suite with her friends, while I sit alone at the bar, peacefully drinking my Manhattan. I thought about the day I first moved here. One week ago, I had just broken up with my boyfriend of two years. His name was Vince. Vince and I would have some pretty nasty fights. We would scream back and forth at each other, he would throw things around the room, and would punch the walls of our house. Sometimes I would lock myself in another room just to get away from him during these fights just to protect myself. I remembered the last fight we had. The one that caused me to have to end things with him. It was our worst. He had gotten angry because I had to work overtime at my job. Vince wasn't really the smartest guy. He was a very jealous and insecure man. I had done my best to explain myself, try to calm him down, but nothing would help my case. He was convinced that I had worked overtime just to see another guy behind his back. Within the first hour of trying to reason with him, he was already yelling and coming close to getting violent with me. I was very scared, I really felt like he was going to hurt me. I ended up locking myself in the bathroom to get away, only for him to start banging very hard on the bathroom door, almost breaking it open. It got to the point where I had to call the police or else who knows what he would have done to me. He was arrested that night. As the police led him into the cruiser, I looked him dead in the eyes and told him, "We're done, Vince." I had proceeded to call Hazel and tell her all about it, and she offered to fly me out here to Vegas and live with her. She was concerned about my safety regarding living in the same town as an abusive fuck like Vince. I took her offer, and I was flown out here the next morning and reunited with my best friend.

"Hey Matt! What will it be tonight fella?" The bartender's voice rang through my ears, snapping me out of my thoughts. I looked to the side and noticed a man sitting a couple stools away from me. He wore a white button up shirt with rolled up sleeves, along with some black slacks and dress shoes. He had a slight stubble, and his hair was dark and a mixture of messy and well trimmed.

"I'll have the usual, Jimmy." He responded. His voice was so deep and husky. I didn't realize I'd been staring at him until he looked at me with his piercing green eyes. I looked away quickly and quickly drank more of my Manhattan.

"You like what you see pretty lady?"

I looked back at him. He stared at me with a slight smirk on his face.

"A bit cocky aren't we?" I said to him as I swirled a toothpick around in my drink. He scoffed and rolled his eyes at me.

"I couldn't help but notice your pretty eyes staring me down. Kind of flattering." He said with a grin. I rolled my eyes at him and sipped my drink.

"Miss pretty eyes is playing hard to get huh? Cute."

I set my drink down.

"Matt, is that your name?" I questioned, raising an eyebrow.

"It's Matthew. But since you're so goddamn fine and caught my eye, you can call me Matt. " He answered with a grin.

"Here yah go big man." The bartender interrupted, handing Matt a Martini.

I watched as Matt picked the toothpick up out of the glass and bit the olives off of it.

"So, why down you tell me your name, or can I just call you beautiful?" Matt asked, eying me playfully. God, this man is so charming.

"Kiera." I tell him.

Matt smiled at me once again and took a sip of his Martini.

"Beautiful name, I haven't heard that one before." He remarked.

I laughed.

"Can't say the same about the name Matt." I joked.

Matt chuckled at me.

"Well, Kiera. The name suits you. Beautiful name, beautiful woman." Matt said.

I felt my cheeks flush red and I tried to cover it up by putting my drink in my face as if I were to take another sip.

I saw another smile form into Matt's handsome face. That damn smile.

"Getting all flustered now are we, miss Kiera?" Matt teased.

I decided to flirt a little. Hey, he's kinda hot, I'm single, what's the harm in a bit of flirting?

"I don't see you complaining." I said, putting the toothpick from my drink into my mouth.

Matt smirked and licked his lips.

"Oh yeah? You're not complaining either so that says something, love." He responded.

I blushed once again. God! Why am I feeling this way?

As we both sat in silence, I could feel tension between us rising.

"You know, I wouldn't mind if you came with me down to my room for the night beautiful. Only if you're into it though." Matt said, breaking the silence.

I stared at him for a good five seconds. I just met this man and he wants to take me back to his room? I mean...imagine that dick though..Ahhhh shut up Kiera!

"Well, if I do take you up on that offer, what are you going to do then?" I asked him.

He looked down, bit the inside of his cheek and looked up at me.

"I'll make sure it's a night you never forget darling." He said.

I gave him a small smile.

"So what are you waiting for then?" I playfully asked.

He got up off of the barstool and offered me his hand like a gentleman. I took his hand and followed him as he led me out of the casino and to the elevators. His room was probably a few floors up. An elevator door had opened for us, and we walked right in. He pressed a button and the doors closed and I felt us beginning to go up. It was just the two of us in this elevator.
He placed his hands on my shoulders and massaged them slowly. He leaned closer to whisper into my ear.

"I promise you beautiful, you won't regret letting me take you up here." He said.

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oooh they're gonna get spicy 😏🤭🤭

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