The Devil Drinks Frappes

Chapter 1

I was completely and utterly disgusted with myself. 

As I contemplated how much of an utter fail and mess my life had become, I drank in yet another glass of Twisted Apple martini. Even though I'd never particularly liked alcohol, whether it was plain or disguised with cherries and an odd martini mix that tasted more like pure cane syrup and rubbing alcohol than anything that deserved to be named Twisted Apple, the drink seemed like the only thing I could even think about consuming at the time. I much preferred my daily venti frappucino or any other hot drink that was jam packed with caffeine.

I felt a cold hand caress my neck. It took every ounce of self will within me to not hurl across the bar.Oh yeah, I thought to myself, I actually came here with someone.

I swiveled around, and much to my dismay, Adam was standing behind me. Sadly, the martinis hadn't intoxicated me to the point to where I could just completely forget that he existed. He didn't even have to open his mouth or come closer for his night's drinks to make their debut in my nose.

"Why don't we get out of here? The night is still very young." His voice tickled my ears, and the fresh stubble on his cheeks prickled my face.

I immediately tensed. Looking at my watch, I tried to protest. "Hey, it's like almost ten, and it's been an incredibly long and tiring day. I think I'm ready to go home. Sorry."

"Come on, baby, what're you scared of? Just a tiny bit longer, just an hour. Let's have a little more fun before you go running off." By that time, his arms were secured around my waist, and his lips were placed on my neck, which was enough to make my stomach twist into even more knots. 

From any logical woman's standpoint, Adam Vega was a very attractive man. He was six feet even, had a job that funded his huge bachelor's pad and his expensive taste in clothes, women, and wine. Plus, it didn't hurt that his looks were very Christian Grey-esque, and his sexual prowess basically radiated off his body and dripped from his words. 

It was a wonder that he wanted to even come out with me, for I was neither rich nor gorgeous. In fact, I didn't even have a job. My looks were sub-par - normal skin that wasn't troubled but wasn't flawless, brown hair that couldn't decide whether it wanted to be curly or straight and just lingered in the in-between, and an average body that wasn't flat, but I wasn't sure if it could be considered curvy. Nothing that screamed wow, now THAT'S Marjorie Simon, hot goddess extraordinaire.

From my standpoint, Adam was just another filthy New York bachelor that would take the opportunity to tap anything that had two legs and plumbing that synced up with his own. I didn't know why I agreed to go out with him, even if it was a date that one of my girlfriends had set up. He basically had N-E-A-N-D-E-R-T-H-A-L tattooed across his forehead.

"I really, really think that you should take me home. I'm not trying to run away or anything," I said, even though that was precisely what i was doing, "but I'm just not feeling the best." I unwrapped his tentacles from my waist and stood up.

He smiled at me. "Of course," he said, clearly trying to disguise his annoyance with a pleasant tone. "But you'll have to promise me that we'll do this again some time."

"Don't be silly, of course we will," I lied.

He walked me out to his sleek BWM, opening the door for me. I slumped in, trying to make sure my Twisted Apple's didn't come spewing out of my mouth at the speed of a Nolan Ryan pitch. 

The whole ride home, I couldn't even bear to open my mouth and speak to him. Although he was still a pig in my eyes, I had to admit - he had wonderful taste in music. John Legend played in the background, and Adam hummed under his breath as he drove.

After what seemed like an Eternity, we arrived in front of my 16-story apartment building. Adam looked at me. "It's still early, I could come up if you want." Before I even had a chance to reply, he was reaching over and kissing me. 

I couldn't push his arms off. It was like he'd acquired six more arms in the past teen seconds. Suddenly, Adam Vega, attractive, successful bachelor of New York, had materialized into an octopus. 

Finally, I was able to break free of his grip. I scuttled out of the door, slamming it firmly. He was looking at me with a flustered expression, his hair rumpled and his shirt almost halfway unbuttoned. "You, Adam, are a freaking pervert. You're a freak! I asked you to drop me off at my freaking apartment and you somehow heard "hey, freak, try to attack me like a rabid animal!' Don't even try calling my phone."

My heels clacked on the pavement, and i pulled my pea-coat tighter around me as I felt the breeze. I ignored the Marjorie-s and the baby-s and the come back-s that fly from the BMW. 

Ralph, the building's doorman, is still standing out front despite the time. "Another dud?" he asks as he swings open the door for me. 

I nod my thanks. "Don't even ask," I say, walking past him, mounting the elevator that was already opened. 

Once it reached floor 8, I stumbled out, fumbling for my key in my purse. 

I can't believe I almost considered letting him come up here with me. Have I really evolved into that much of a whore?