Our Lovely Nights (Original, English Version)

Chapter 1 - Mikhail James

I don't really frequent the bar, but it's my go-to when I need to unwind and take a breather. As I can't risk having a relationship, I normally hit on women for one-night stands when I get sexually frustrated. Makes me a jerk, but at least they aren't going to turn up dead. I smirked at the thought. This is what my life is like after so many years.

A commotion on my right showed a man and a woman. I guess someone had it worse. Not any woman would want to get hit on. And women don't always accept any man's advances. This one should've definitely backed off as the woman is clearly interested. I watched the scuffle along with a few other customers. The woman looked fierce as she hit the man forcefully. Her clothing accentuated her curves. It does attract the eyes of many, she has a shapely body. She tried to hide it under a loose cardigan, but only served to make her more enticing. Like a wrapped gift. The poor guy was able to get away. The fiery woman huffed and glared at the onlookers. I decided to turn my attention towards the bar in front of me. Who knew she would take the vacant seat beside me?
"Chivalry is truly dead, don't you think?" She threw me a dirty look. I guess she still saw me watching earlier.

"You looked fine without any help." I responded. She rolled her eyes, flagged the bartender to ask for drinks.

"And if I wasn't? Would you have stepped up when I already have a sizeable bump on my head? Or a bruise on my body?"

"You look like you can beat another poor guy if you wanted to."

She huffed again, reaching into a shot of alcohol served to her. After drinking, she decidedly took off her cardigan. It would seem she's feeling hot from her earlier exertion. She's fanning her face with her hands.

"And you? What are you here for?" She continued the conversation, gesturing for another drink.

"Looking for a good time." I decided to stare her down. She looked really hot in those fitting clothes. She paused for a second before squinting at me.

"How much of a good time are you after?" She leaned closer and I've got a view of her cleavage. She knew what she's doing and she wanted me to look. That much I can tell.

I tilted my head to the side to look at her face closely. "A hot woman in bed, burning with need and me to satisfy her." I stated in a very low tone, just enough for her to hear but no one else. She gave me a sly smile.

"Huh, I would have considered you but you get negative points for ignoring a damsel."

"Even if she's not in distress?" I countered, already noting that she didn't mention that part.

"Don't have a girlfriend? Fiancée? Wife?" She asked, counting them off on her fingers.

"There's no one." I smiled, appreciating how she doesn't get conscious even when I look at her with clear desire on my eyes. I want the woman.

"Are you one of those guys who aren't relationship material?" She asked, taking her third shot of her drink. I gave the glass a glance, unable to determine what it was.

"Yes. I don't do relationships." Given the circumstances, that's the last thing I would've wanted. Even if it's the most I wanted. I reached out a hand to trail down her arm. She only shrugged but not enough to shake me off. Her gaze turned a bit hazy. She must be feeling the same as I do.

"I might consider, but where will you take me?"

I propped my head on my hand, while resting the other hand on the bar, looking intently at her.

"That would depend on where you want to go, but neither your place nor mine." I gave her a straight answer. I didn't expect her to laugh, though. Normally, women would raise an eyebrow.