Touch Of Misery

Part 1: Electric

Catalina

The room itself looked like it was hotboxed, wreaking of alcohol, drugs, and bad choices. The light's flashing hitting my eyes from these dumb guys' glasses, almost makes my head start spinning.

"Can I buy you another drink, love?" He says breaking me out of my thoughts. I was only here for the free drinks and a good time. This man is clearly here for the same thing. He's drunker than me. You can tell with the way he's getting closer and closer to me.

"Please, let me," A new voice says. A voice so powerful, yet majestic. However, addicting enough to have my body turn over to look at this new presence almost immediately. Almost instantly, I became sober. This had to be one of the hottest men I've seen in this town for a while. At least 6'2, brown hair and eyes, features to die for. God must have had a favorite.

"Margarita, on the rocks" I said facing forward. Yes, he was hot, but that didn't mean I wouldn't get my free drink.

"So what's your name?" He said after ordering the drinks for us.

"Sierra, and you?" I said while turning to face him. He truly was something breathtaking.

"Lorenzo, what brings you into this bar?"

"Oh, you know, drinking," I said, taking a sip from my drink. He laughs.

"Well you're beautiful, you caught my eye from the doorway looking as bored as ever with that excuse of a man."

"Thank you. I haven't seen you around here before? You new?"

"Yeah, just moved in. This didn't seem like a small town when we toured." He says questioning as to how I would know he just moved.

"It's not, I just work with people, so I know the town people." I lied.

"What do you do?"

"Realtor, and you?"

"I'm a realtor too," He said. The look he gave me was questioning. He didn't seem as though he believed me.

"Oh very nice," Something in his voice caught me. In the way he said it, I knew, this man wasn't a realtor.

"Yeah, it's a beautiful town, and so are the people I see," He says, smiling at me. From here, we just kept talking. We talked about our lives and how we were both night owls, how we both have our own business, how we were "rivals", how we just laugh at dumb little kids falling when they're playing. We just clicked.

It wasn't long before the clock showed 2am. Long before I could even remember how drunk we were. All I remember is us saying we were leaving and going our separate ways because we wanted to have a real friendship and then suddenly, as I was walking out the door, I felt someone grab my arm.

"Damn, baby even the way you walk is seducing," Was all I heard before he turned me around to kiss me. I didn't even think about it before I just began kissing him back. I could practically feel the electricity through my body the second we started kissing.

This had to be one of the best kissers I've kissed in a while. It wasn't long before the kiss became more heated. It was just so addicting. His hand holding the back of my neck, my hands in his hair. We couldn't stop touching each other and with every touch a new jolt of electricity hit us. It was almost like we were struck by lightening.

That's all I remember before I woke up, not even 15 minutes ago in his bed.

Naked.

At 5:30 in the morning.

I laid still having my eyes adjust to the darkness. I was facing him. He was sound asleep, with a small smile on his face. Different from the bar where he was stone cold but flirtatious. He looked like he was at peace.

I wanted to trace his features, but that's stupid. I also have to leave before he wakes up.

Slowly sitting up I scanned the room for the clothes. Thank you god, they were right by the door. Carefully getting up and off the bed I rushed to put my clothes on. Said goodbye from the door, and slowly left his house.

I got home and took a shower, and plopped right back into bed. It was too early to be awake and I had an important meeting later today with the new mafia in town.