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1 year ago..

𝐈 𝐒𝐈𝐏 𝐎𝐍 my drink, the burning sensation running down my throat satisfied me. I hum to the song playing while watching sweaty bodies grind against each other on the dimmed dance floor. As you can see I'm at a club right now, which is a very rare thing. I barely come to clubs unless it's a special occasion. Today is a special occasion.

My ex boyfriend cheated on me with my "best friend."

Funny, I know right. I caught him sticking his very tiny dick in her on my kitchen counter. I wanted to kill them both, like actually. They had the nerve to fuck on my counter, the counter I payed for with my money. That's like actually so disrespectful. 

I wouldn't have mind if he fucked her somewhere else because I was already planning on breaking up with him. He was useless. He made very little money and he didn't fulfill my sexual needs. I mean come on are you really happy in a relationship if your man has a 4 inch and you have to pay for every date you went on? I only decided to date him because he begged non-stop. I felt sorry for the guy.

On the other hand with my ex best friend, I expected it. I caught her twirling her hair every time he was near her. She always had a thing for guys that liked me ever since high school. I should've been dropped that bitch.

My thoughts were interrupted by the sudden feeling of eyes staring in the back of my head. My eyes wondered everywhere, trying to figure out why I was feeling eyes on me. Maybe I'm just being paranoid.

I return my lips back to my straw and continued drinking. I probably looked lonely as fuck.

I looked to the left corner and finally catch the eyes that had been staring at me.

I knew I wasn't crazy.

The eyes belonged to the finest man I've ever seen in my fucking life. His hair was slicked back making his features even more defined. His chiseled nose sat on top of his perfect and plum lips, his gray eyes enhanced under his long lashes and his jawline was sharp. Shit, even his eyebrows were perfect. Did this man not have any flaws? I need his secret.

He was wearing a black long sleeve turtle neck that hugged his muscular body in the most perfect way. My eyes trailed over to his rolled up sleeves that showed his inked arms. I'm a sucker for a man with tattoos. He was wearing silver rings that shined against the lights. He had on black suit pants.

I cross my legs as he watched me with a smirk on his face. He opened his legs, getting comfortable in his seat. He didn't take his eyes off me for a second, watching my every move. I wanted to turn away and return my attention to something else, but I couldn't. It was as if I was stuck in a trance. He ran his tongue over his lips and played with his rings on his fingers.