𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 | ❦

Eleven - Scarlett

Humans do really stupid things when they are feeling extreme emotions. Whether that be happiness, sadness, anger or fear sometimes we act irrationally.

From time to time my spoiled daddy's rich girl traits would shine and they would get much worse when I was angry.

"Wait here," I muttered to the uber driver, stepping out of his car. I walked towards the entrance of Aleksander's 'club' and I noticed guards attempting to block me telling me there was an important meaning.

I continued walking, not caring if I'd bump into them because I pointed my gun at one of their faces causing both of them to step away giving me a full entrance.

Someone would think I'm stupid coming into Aleksander's club, the same man who embarrassed me tonight, but I wasn't here for him. I noticed the men watching the strip show and they all looked towards me in confusion whispering among themselves.

I got to the front of the stage where I saw the girl from the first time I was here. She looked shocked to see me and because of the elevated stage and heels longer than mine, she was towering over me.

"I want you." I said, looking straight into her deep brown eyes.

"Huh?" She questioned, stepping down from the stage so we were more or less eye level. "What about Mr Petr-."

"Fuck Mr Petrov." I said, pulling her in for a quick kiss.

It was the first time I'd ever kiss a girl and it felt much different from kissing a boy. Her lips were naturally much more soft and bigger and she had a sweet taste to her. I liked it.

The men behind us were hollering and clapping as we locked lips. I pulled away, my senses starting to come back to me. "Uhm," I whispered, looking away, embarrassed.

"Give me 5 minutes." She smiled.

"No! She's not going anywhere. She's here to give us a show. Either you leave or join her." A man from behind me smirked, looking me up and down.

I slapped the gun in my hand across his face causing him to whimper in pain. "Meet me outside." I said walking out of the club.

Once she got there we both entered the uber. "Can you tell him your address?" I asked.

She told the driver and he began driving there.

"I'm surprised you're willing to talk to me considering the fact Mr Petrov has practically claimed you."

I scoffed in disbelief. "If you don't mind I would rather not talk about my Aleksander." I mumbled, turning away from her.

"Sorry, Miss." She apologized.

She didn't talk to me again, I didn't talk to her again. Maybe I was slowly realizing I was thinking irrationally. But it would be so rude to not only waste the driver's time, but also her time.

I glanced over at the girl who was looking at me and immediately turned away, maybe intimidated. "What?" I asked, with a brow raised.

"N-nothing." She smiled.

"You're quite opposite from that night, you know. I noticed you looking at me. I just assumed you were focused on Aleksander instead of me."

"No," She chuckled, shaking her head. "I don't want Ale-. Mr Petrov. I was more interested in you. You're much prettier to look at."

And I was in the mood again.

I paid the cab driver and we began walking into her apartment building. "First time?" She asked, breaking the silence.