Caged Temptress | 18+

| 8 |

prevaricate (verb): to deviate from the truth

EVA PETROV

The entire night my eyes have been glued to a pair of dark ones.

Whenever I find the strength to look away, I still feel his burning gaze on me and my eyes always fly back to his.

Every time I look into the crowd of people, my eyes land directly on his. He was by far one of the tallest men on the floor. Men and women surround him, but they all still keep a safe distance.

Elias doesn't walk up to the podium or make any move to send a greeting my way which makes me wildly insecure, but he keeps direct eye contact with me.

I forget to take any of my breaks throughout the entire night as I'm hypnotized by him.

Ruben walks up and gives me two shots which I gratefully accept. The only liquid I end up consuming throughout the night is tequila.

I convince myself it's the soft buzz of the alcohol that has me acting so desperate for tiniest bit of attention from a man I only met this morning, but I know that's a lie.

Just because I am the way I am, the one thing I've always hated the most in the world was liars.

Over the past two years, I had become the thing I hated the most.

A liar.

I had been lying to strangers, to my family, and to myself.

A web of lies that was spun against my will and that I have no clue how to get myself out of.

I feel nauseous from the feeling of liquor sloshing around in my empty stomach, but mostly disgusted with myself for being so desperately attracted to this man.

Looking directly into his eyes while dancing unashamed in lingerie.

As soon as the music starts turning down, I hop off my podium and rush towards the dressing rooms.

Most of the girls are still dancing and Arden had told me that a lot of them would be vying for some Italian dick tonight.

I mean good for them. At least they're getting some.

Just because I was kidnapped and raped by Damian doesn't mean my hormones had been magically shut off.

The horniness just comes alongside an overwhelming feeling of guilt and shame now.

I pause halfway to my destination and realize that I still need to find that shitty necklace. My ass hanging half out, I turn myself around and head back to the second floor's bar.

"Thought I saw you running off early for the night," Ruben greets me again with a hearty laugh.

"Yeah I was...but I realized my necklace fell off sometime last night," I explain as I walk behind the bar and scan over the area. "It's gold with a bird pendant."

"I'll let you know if it turns up, but I haven't seen it or had anyone turn anything in," Ruben shrugs and wipes down some glasses. "Have you checked the break room yet?"