Tatted on me |+18

3. Same feelings

Ava

There was something awfully therapeutic about clubbing.

No thoughts, no responsibilities, no fake people.

There were just random people, music , alcohol and I.

It was so comforting, just like the old times. Times when the heiress —now CEO- Ava Torres didn't exist, there was just Ava, a simple girl who was happy and genuinely loved by her family.

It's hilarious that now I don't even know what family means, not anymore... not after what they did to me three days ago at the gala.

Forgiving is a virtue but I would much rather sin than forgive them.

But I should probably have known better, my parents have been tearing away pieces of my soul day after day since we became one of the richest families on the continent after the unexpected success of Torres Group internationally. Maybe it was my own fault because I placed too much trust in their sugarcoated words.

This was my reality check, never trust anyone.

Good, they even gave me trust issues.

I had too many shits going in my head in this last period mostly because of my new CEO position and obviously my parents, being my parents, made my life impossibly difficult, yet again.

That did not hurt me though because thanks to their fucked up actions I got to know their real intentions. I've been just a tool for them all this fucking time but the shittiest part of this whole thing was that I didn't realise all of this by my own gut.

I was that pissed that I instinctively slammed the cocktail's glass down on the counter after I finished drinking it, earning a glare from the bartender. I'm so sorry, I mouthed to him before leaving an extra tip for him on the counter.

This whole situation is making me loose my goddamned mind.

So here I am, in this new club downtown, wearing a skimpy dress —not skimpy enough to be 0n the Playboy magazine- it was a black dress which had a huge V neckline; It hugged my body in all the right spots and it reached the skin just under my ass.

This was my last night as an unemployed woman and there's no way in hell that I'll waste it by acting a prim and proper girl but thinking about it maybe the club wasn't the best idea to spend this night, after all I was just filling myself up with alcohol.

A lot of guys have offered me drinks since I stepped foot in here and I have to admit that some of them weren't even bad looking either but fortunately the chapter of me sleeping around is over since barely no one made me excited anymore but something weird happened to me few days ago at the gala.

That man has been haunting me even in my dreams; I could still feel his gaze on me, the warmth of his touch and his elegant and manly scent.

I still remember when few days ago my whole world crashed onto my shoulders but he was there to comfort me like no one else had ever done. The man simply stood by my side, wiped away my tears and told me the most beautiful words.

Maybe he didn't even meant the things he said but one thing was clear, he really made me feel appreciated.

Whether it was all an act or not, I craved all of it anyway.

For the first time in my life a man made me feel something more than just lust and desire. Since that night just the mere thought of him made my heart beat faster and butterflies filled my stomach.

Probably I should forget about our brief encounter of that night since men like him are always already busy with someone already or they tend to be players.