𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕤𝕞𝕦𝕥𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕚𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕤

ᴀɴᴅʀᴇᴡ ~ sᴍᴜᴛ

he grabbed my hair and pulled me back, his knife digging into my back and pushing me to the wall. leaning in, his lips brush my ear as he whispers, "you know what'll happen if you disobey me, don't you love?"  i whimper slightly as he st- 

"this isn't right. none of this is right. i've re-written this part of the story over 20 times!" i say under my breath, very aggravated. "i have no idea what i'm doing! i'm writing a story about sex and i don't know a single thing about it... if i'm ever gonna make this story perfect, i need to have sex. as soon as possible." i added in a whisper. 

i was determined to finish this book and i'd do absolutely whatever it takes. so i changed out of my pyjamas into something more flattering, styled my hair, gathered my belongings and made my way out the door. i called an uber and asked the driver to take me to the "action city nightclub". i'll have the best luck at a club. half of the people there are practically naked. 

the uber pulls up, right to the front doors. after thanking and paying the driver, i make my way through the big red doors. as i walk down the hall towards another set of doors, i hear loud music the closer i get. a man stops me and asks to see my id, so of course, i comply. he nods and lets me in, the smell of alcohol and sweat mixing together makes me gag slightly, but i ignore it.

i walk up to the bar and order a margarita since it's the only mixed drink i could think of at the moment. the bartender nodded and began to make it, when a tall and very handsome brunette sat on the stool next to me. the bartender gave me my drink. "that'll be seven dollars!" they yelled over the blaring music.

 i rummaged through my purse to get my money, when the man on the stool slides some cash over the counter. "it's on me!" he said loudly, with a smirk. was he hitting on me or just saving me the trouble of getting my wallet out? "what's your name?" he asked. 

"y/n! what's yours?" my throat was starting to hurt from yelling over the music and i haven't even been here very long. he leaned in, whispering in my ear,

"whatever you want it to be..."

my heart was pounding out of my chest. so, he was flirting? i felt his hand snake around my waist, while his other hand was reaching up to my face. the hand on my waist started inching down to grab my ass. i started to feel really uncomfortable. i felt as if this was all happening too fast. i felt as though he wasn't the right person to do this with. maybe nobody here was the right person.

i put my hand on his chest and lightly pushed him off me. "i'm sorry, i don't think i can do this." he looked at me confused, and a bit upset. but fortunately for me, he didn't make a fuss. he just nodded and walked away. i was debating if i should stay or leave, weighing the pros and cons in my head, ultimately deciding to leave. it's not my place. i just don't feel comfortable. especially alone.

i open the big red doors, hearing a bang on the other side, a slight groan following. i walked out and shut the door, noticing a man with his hand on his forehead. "oh my gosh, i'm so sorry, are you okay?" i said, beginning to ramble, "that was my bad, i should've been more cautious. i am so sor-"

"it's alright, it's alright. just a small bump is all," he said with a laugh. he had such a soothing voice. a beautiful accent, i'm assuming british. he looks at me with a smile, "it's a stupid door design anyways." he laughs again, which makes me smile. i'm glad he's not some angry old man. he stuck out his hand, which i gladly shook. "i'm andrew." we continued to slowly shake hands, never breaking eye contact. "and you are?.." he asked, stretching out the last word.

"oh, shoot sorry! y/n. i'm y/n." i am making a complete fool of myself. i'm a blushing mess. i'm not usually a shy person. i'd like to think that i'm pretty outgoing, so i'm not sure why i'm so flustered. "we should probably get some ice," he looked confused, "y'know, since i hit you in the face with a door?" he laughed at my comment and agreed.