𝐃𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝

Chapter Eight

B E L L A M Y

"Hey, you beautiful bitch!" Maria yelled from across the street, and I squeezed my eyes shut for a couple of seconds, trying to ignore the awkward and disapproving looks people were giving me.

"Herra," I groaned, walking towards the entrance of the club when she caught up with me.

She had a skip in her step and the biggest grin on her face as she hooked her arm through mine and pulled me faster to the entrance.

At first I had argued with her, feeling like I needed to distance myself from alcohol in general, but of course, she had convinced me to go with those big, beautiful, brown eyes.

"ID?" the meaty bouncer asked, his expression stoic as he checked our age.

I smiled sweetly at him when he let us through, but was almost blown away by the loud music and heat that came from inside.

"How did you find this place?" I questioned over the music, taking Maria's hand and following her to the bar.

"A friend from work recommended it," she screamed back, and I shook my head.

We didn't venture out of town a lot, but since there aren't any clubs near our home, we had to improvise. Besides, the chances that we would see a familiar face were slim, exactly how I liked it.

"Hmm," I hummed, deciding to give myself over to a night of fun. It was Saturday and after this week, I could use a distraction. Ok, I say that every week.

"This is fun!" Maria looked at me hopefully, seeing if I shared her enthusiasm, and I couldn't help but smirk back.

Maybe we could try and find a little distraction for her too.

It took me about an hour to become absolutely wasted. For someone who drank often, you'd imagine her to have a high tolerance, but no.

Though, I had to admit that Maria was very generous with 'her treat', so I had consumed a lot of vodka already.

"Herra?" I yelled with a slight slur, looking around the dance floor after I had returned from the bathroom.

She wasn't in the same place that I left her, and I cursed myself that I hadn't insisted on her going with me. What if someone was taking advantage of her? Kidnapped her? Oh, god.

"Are you alright?" I heard behind me, and I turned. I couldn't help but let my eyes wander over her body for a quick second, before I focused on her green eyes.

"I...yes, thank you." I replied, though I didn't move.

She didn't either. Instead, she cocked her head to the side and let her eyes trail down my neck. 

Interesting.

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Never in my life did I have a one night stand. I was too much of a pussy to actually take someone home, or let someone take me back to theirs.

But, after Gina—whom I just met—pushed me against the wall in a deserted hallway, I was determined to grow a pair and go through with it for once.

I let out a soft moan when her lips moved to my neck, and I brushed my hands over her sides up, taking her breasts in my hands.

Yes, this was a perfect distraction.

We didn't utter a single word as we devoured each other, the thrill of making out with a complete stranger in public adding to my arousal and excitement.