𝗥𝗮𝗲𝗴𝗮𝗻'𝘀 𝗣𝗢𝗩
Abel walked over to his couch and took a seat next to me. I looked everywhere but at his face. Butterflies fluttered in my stomach, and my left leg shook uncontrollably.
"Why are you so nervous around me?" he asked, chuckling...
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Raegan's POV
An hour later
I turn on my iPhone and looked at the time and it was nearly midnight.
Fear began to creep in; being alone in a foreign country, with no one to rely on, was a terrifying prospect. Lamar, the only person I knew here, was likely preoccupied, upset with both me and Abel.
I tried contacting Lamar, hoping he'd come to my rescue. However, I feared he was too angry to respond promptly. I recalled him mentioning a midnight party at Abel's place. If only I knew the address, I could seek help from Abel's driver, a small act of retribution for the embarrassment I'd endured.
Shivering in the frigid Canadian night, I sought shelter in a nearby building. The biting cold was a constant reminder of the foreign environment.
A bar across the street caught my eye. Despite my aversion to alcohol, I craved relief from the mounting anxiety.
Entering "Chuck's Beer & Bar," I was surprised by the sparse crowd. The pungent smell of cigarette smoke and alcohol filled the air, a stark contrast to my usual preferences.
A polite bartender approached, asking for my drink order.
"What would you like to drink ma'am?" The bartender asks.
"Just a bottle of water, please," I replied, grateful for the Canadian courtesy.
"Okay coming right up" he says with a wink.
"Thank you" I reply with a small smile.
I should have known better. As a nursing student, I'm always striving for a healthy lifestyle. I usually only drink socially, and even then, I prefer lighter options.
I've been diligently working on my online nursing courses for nearly a year now. Soon, I'll have my master's degree, which will open doors to exciting career opportunities.
Just as my thoughts began to wander, a disheveled man reeking of alcohol approached me. He slung his arm around my shoulder, sending a shiver down my spine.
Eww what the fuck...
I instantly regretted my decision to come here. Why do I sometimes make such reckless choices?
"Hey pretty lady, did you come here with someone?" he slurred.
"No, I'm alone," I replied nervously, recoiling from his foul breath.
The discomfort was overwhelming. I just wanted to escape the situation and go home.
I couldn't help but think of the peaceful night I could have been having in my hotel room right now.
"So, do you want to come to my place? We could do a little something, miss chocolate thang," he suggested.
I rolled my eyes, too disgusted to respond. I yearned for Lamar's presence to intervene.
