SOULS WITH SCARS | Ryan Clarke

6

Clarke

Pathetic. It's pathetic. Only one week since she left my house, and here I am moving to another state again and getting myself drunk. 

I take the shot glass the bartender put before me and throw my head back as I drink it. I'm miserable all because of a woman I only knew for a week, but I did what I had to do. She doesn't need me to get her into more trouble, and I don't want her to get heartbroken one day because of me. She deserves better than me after everything Klaus has put her through. 

I take a deep breath as I ask for another shot, suddenly my whole body sways as someone stumbles on my chair, making me almost fall off. I stop myself just as I'm about to curse when I look at the person. She found me once again. 

"I think you should look at where you're going miss," I spit out to erase my shock off my face. 

She steps back and stammers as she apologizes, "I'm sorry... I should uh. I should go."

Before she takes another step, I grab her hand and pull her closer to myself. I do not know why I'm doing this, but I am. Maybe this is a sign from the universe, not that I trust it that much, but it can't be a coincidence this time. Maybe I'm just too drunk right now to think, not that I am actually that drunk. I might as well blame it on the alcohol, so I won't regret it later on. 

"Again, B?" I tilt her head up by her chin to make her look me in the eyes. Her gorgeous cat-like olive green eyes look into mine so innocently confused and shocked, the corner of my lip twists. Fuck, how I would love to see her look at me that way while I do the filthiest things to her. 

I quickly push that thought away as her eyes drift away from mine. I remind myself that she doesn't need me in her life. 

"You remember? How?"

I sigh deeply and roll my eyes, "No I don't remember, I'm just calling you by your name and pulling you closer to me because I'm bored."

"But how? I compelled you."

Turning the chair around, I sit on it. The bartender has another shot ready for me. I offer it to her, but she shakes her head, so I drink it myself. "Next time make sure that the person you compel is compelled," I snap at her annoyed. "I'm Malivore's son, I can't be compelled." I lean closer to her and pull her by the hips in between my legs. She looks magnificent in this black mini dress, if my sudden irritation of her didn't take over me and we were alone, that dress would be gone by now. "We can pretend that I have no memories of you if that will make you happy." 

Her breath smoothly brushed against my neck as she sighed. I tighten my grip on her hips, as I feel my blood rush to my cock. Fuck, the alcohol is taking over me, I can't even control my lust from her breath. 

She quickly removes my hands from her body and sits on the empty chair next to me. "I don't want to pretend Ryan... It wasn't easy for me to leave you and act like I didn't know you. I can't stop thinking about you. I shouldn't have done what I did," she says. 

"So this is the moment of realization?" I chuckle softly from annoyance. "You left me and you were okay with erasing every little thing we had. I had to come here to get you out of my mind, and all it takes for you to realize what you did, is to see me again and know that I have my memories."

"No, Ryan. This is the moment of regret. You don't know how much I hated myself for erasing or trying to erase your memories of us." Her green eyes shone under the bar's light as she looked at me. If only she didn't look at me that beautifully, I might have been able to resist her. "I wasn't okay with what I did, I swear," she says as she pulls her chair closer to mine and places her hand on my cheek.