When Reality Comes Knocking | Book One ✔

Chapter Two

Alissa headed over to the bar at ten o'clock that night. How was she going to find him when she didn't even remember what he looked like? Oh, she was such a terrible person, she thought. She hated herself.

Someone tapped her shoulder and she turned around. It was a tall man with shaggy black hair and green eyes. He had prominent cheekbones and a square jawline. He was gorgeous. He smiled, and even though his teeth were a little crooked and yellow, it still sent chills down her spine. He wore a tight black v-neck that hugged his muscles and dark skinny jeans with bright white sneakers.

"Almost didn't recognize you without your heels and dress." He chuckled.

His laugh was so adorable. She couldn't believe she scored with such an attractive man, she thought.

What was she thinking? She should have been ashamed of herself! She couldn't believe it. Was she really turned on at the moment? She didn't even think of anything sexual. But he was so muscular compared to Marc... Her mind fluttered back to the image of his naked body from this morning.

Alissa leaned her body forward closer to him as he looked at her blankly waiting for her to reply. Instead, she had been scolding herself for checking out how hot he was. She took a deep breath and a small step back, bumping into the bar stool.

"I don't think I introduced myself last night. How rude of me. My name is Diego Martínez."

He was so polite... She sighed.

"Uh, Alissa Adams."

They shook hands and she noticed how large his hands were wrapped around her small ones. She wondered what they felt like being rubbed all over her body... They probably were last night, not that she could remember.

"So, would you like to dance?" he asked her.

She paused. She wanted to tell him nothing would ever happen between them again. She was an almost-married woman. She looked into his eyes. They were so green. Wow, she thought.

"Sure," slipped out of her mouth.

Andrew guided her to the dance floor and they started moving their hips to the bass. Alissa never danced with Marc. He didn't like dancing. The only time he said he'd dance was at their wedding, and that was after begging him for a week straight.

Diego was really good, though. He put his hands on her hips and started to grind against her. She felt a strong pulse in her bottoms matching the beat to the music. She soon was lost in the music, sensually dancing against his body with her eyes closed in bliss.

She felt so wild, so free, so entranced when she danced with Diego. It felt nice to be with a new man for once, she thought.

He started nipping at the base of her ear and neck. She moaned softly. He chuckled and it just turned her on even more. She spun around and faced him, then smacked her lips against his.

Their lips moved together and she closed her eyes and saw Marc. She cringed a little inside and stopped.

"Want to get out of here?" he asked, biting his bottom lip seductively.

"I drove here," she told him.

"Don't worry. I'll drive you back in the morning to get your car."

"The morning?"

He laughed, "Yeah. I thought you said it was alright to take you back to my place for some... fun."

Her eyes went wide. She was going to cheat on Marc all over again. She shook her head no, "I can't."

"Alright, no big. Maybe some other time. I'll see you later, sexy." He kissed her, which sent the butterflies in her stomach in a ruckus.

He walked to his car while she turned around and walked to hers. Why did his kisses leave her craving for more? Why was she so entranced by the way he moved against her body? Alissa got in her car and began to drive back home. Why was he so sexy? Why didn't she go back to his place? What was she thinking saying no? Was she going crazy?

She parked the car and went straight to her bedroom. As she passed Catherine's bedroom, she heard her ask how it went and if she found the ring. She ignored her and closed her bedroom door. Lying on the bed, she stared at the cracked popcorn ceiling.

Oh my god! I forgot to look for the ring! I was so caught up in Diego that I totally forgot. I'll go look tomorrow, she promised herself.

Alissa wondered what it would have felt like to have Diego's lips all over her body. To have his fingers tease her. How could he put her in knots when she had just met the damn man? She wished she could remember last night. She bet it was amazing, especially since he was coming back for more. She licked her lips in anticipation for their next date, while she pushed Marc to the recesses of her mind.