Luther Black

Brooke

Screw you Wes.

Gripping my beer tighter, I can't help but feel like it's somehow my fault. I hold back in my tears, and sip my bottle of bud light. I could slowly feel my body relax and loosen up. I shouldn't be here at a bar all alone, but honestly I don't give a f***.

Closing my eyes, I imagine the beach. The warmth of the sand between my toes. The sun beaming down on my exposed skin, and the sounds of waves crashing onto the shore. I wish life was as simple and smooth as a beach. But no, we have to deal with asshole men who can't keep their d*** in their pants.

The bar was packed tonight. People everywhere were either standing around talking, dancing to the lame music that was playing or drinking. I on the other hand am here to drink away my sorrows and forget all about Wesley Black. Ughh, I need to pee.

I sit up from the bar stool and flatten out any crinkles i have on my dress. I make my way through the crowd weaving in and out. My foot hit something that sends me flying forward. I grab firmly onto the body that I fall into. The side of my face smacks into a solid body. My fingers were digging deep into this persons hips.

"Shit!" I squeal trying to balance myself from holding onto this strangers body. They turn around quickly grabbing onto my arms.

"Woah, you alright?"

Oh no. That voice was heavenly. Deep and seductive. I really don't wanna open my eyes now.

"Hey, you okay?" he asks again removing his hold on my arms and gently placing his rough hand on my cheek. I slowly open my eyes to find the most gorgeous man ever. My heart instantly stops and I can't breath right now. His eyes beamed right into mine. I was hypnotized by the deep swirls of brown that colored his pupils . His body was tall and brooding. He had to be at least 6'3. His hair was a dark shade of brown that was cut short on his head. His strong jawline was firm and well defined. His neck was covered in elegant tattoos that made me weak in the knees. He was the complete opposite of Wes. Everything about this man oozed sex.

"I..Uh.. I'm fine. Sorry, I'm pretty clumsy." I blush. His calloused hand was still placed on my cheek. A small smirk appeared on his lips before he removed his hand from my face.

"I can see that." He laughed. "Maybe you should slow down on the alcohol sweetheart."

"HA, trust me, I need it." I said before walking away from the drop dead gorgeous man. I could feel his eyes burning holes in my back.

I make my way through the bar to find the bathroom. Before leaving, I check myself out in the mirror. My flowing long blonde hair is in loose waves down my back. My lengthy lashes electrify my baby blue eyes.

I reach for the door and exit the bathroom. The music playing was loud and heavy. A crowd of people were dancing around grinding on each other. I weaved through the people trying to make it back to my chair at the boor. I felt a strong hand grab my arm and stop me in my tracks. Pulling me close, they whispered in my ear.

"Why don't you stay here and dance with me?" I could smell the alcohol from his breath dance on my skin.

"Uh, no thanks i'm good." I reply trying to remove his hold on my arm. His grip tightened sending a sharp pain down my arm.

"Come on baby, just dance with me." he stepped closer toward me causing me to take a step back. His eyes were devouring me.

"I said no asshole!" I yelled. A short laugh escaped from his mouth. He opened his mouth about to say something when a large hand landed on his shoulder and pulled him away from me.