My Jaded Sanity (Bdsm)

Break Up Sorrows.

Fixated on the bartender mixing my drink: I have no intention in observing my surroundings or socialising. I just need some hard liquor in me and I'd be happy.

A stranger comes and sits next me; all I take in is the scraped up quiff hair and leather jacket. He radiates Gucci Guilty, it smells heavenly; just like Diego's. I don't bother to stare any longer. Sipping at my drink, my phone begins to vibrate, I look at the caller ID and press reject in the hope that it wouldn't be the first of 10.

"Don't you want to talk to Diego?" he questioned blandly. "No" I replied, why on earth was he looking at my phone anyway, that's sort of a invasion of privacy. "What a shame, it could be important" he looks at me with a sharp look in his eyes, non of this was his concern yet here he was. "I have nothing to say or the patience to hear what he has say" Diego was an ex boyfriend, my dignity was confused with frustration and anger all thanks to him, he made me feel like my feelings weren't valid. I hate him. "Unlucky guy eh, bad break up?", "something like that yes" I feel his eyes lathering over my black curls that rested just above my waist. "Come with me" he ordered, I am in no fit state to either stand up or walk, in fact I don't have a clue as to what's going, "Why" I question blandly, "because girls like you,deserve to be treated well, get the attention that you required" I guess, since I'm on the rebound I can do whatever. I look up with a hopeful look, "Okay, I suppose, where are we going?" I question, "just follow me" he says with a solemn tone. I finish my drink in a full gulp and stand up, my legs giving way a bit. Woah, bit tipsy?" he questions, amused. "Ha Ha no shit" I reply half laughing, half worried that I've lost control of my self control.

He leads me down a corridor, supporting me by holding my waist; we reach a black oak door that he just so happens to have the keys for. "Go in" he instructs. I walk in, slightly falling but regaining a precise posture. What the hell was I doing.

"What are you going to do?"