Choices She Made [18+]

Chapter Nine- Fighting The Guilt

Chapter Nine

I danced with seductive movements. Having my eye on my new victim across the dance floor. He starred at me, sweeping his glaze with desire at my exposed skin. His expensive tux and tie showing off his body and worth.

I smirked, knowing damn well I have him where I want him. My excitement was short lived when guilt overcame. I tried to push the thoughts of another man touching my body other then my late husband away. I loved my husband and I would keep my promise to live for our love, and keep Roberts memory alive.

However, I needed to be how I used to before I meet him. Before our love and before he became my world. Just during these times would I force myself to forget. I shook the thoughts away of grief. I felt famished, so I walked over to the bar. Taking a seat away from others and had a little more privacy.

"Need something to drink?" The bartender asked.

I nodded, "I'll take a wine cooler."

"That will be three dollars and twenty eight cents." The bartender replied.

I felt someone stand behind me, feeling shadowed by the persons frame. A mans hand placed a credit card down on the counter.

"It's on me." A gruff voice explained.

The bartender shrugged taking the card to swipe it.

"What's your name?" The man whispered in my ear.

My body froze from the unfamiliar closeness of another man. When I realized it, I instantly forced myself to relax.

"Becky." I lied, "Becky Perkins."

I turned to look at him with a flirtatious smile. It was the man I had seen eyeing me on the dance floor. The smell of musky expensive cologne assaulted my nose. He reeked of money and high society.

He held out his hand, to take mine in his. "Heath Dillard."

I shook his hand, him running his thumb across one of my knuckles. After a few drinks, I made sure to pretend I drunk my strong liquor and chased it with a beer. However the beer bottle was empty and I would empty my mouth full of liquor into it.

Heath never notice it, an was intoxicated to the point I knew my plan would work. I made sure to give him small touches an flirtatious giggles with smiles. I was a perfect little actress, pretending to be just as intoxicated.

"What do you say we get out of here?" I whispered into his ear.

My voice a seductive lustful song.

"I'll get us a hotel room?" Heath grinned.

I giggled, running my hand on his thigh.