Stuck in the Moment

Chapter Three

Stuck in the Moment

“Never say goodbye when you still want to try

Never give up when you still feel you can take it

Never say you don’t love a person when you can’t let go.”

-Dons

Chapter Three

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I found myself in the middle of the dance floor dancing the life out of me. Why? I have to get Evan out of my head. That fucking asshole! I know I hurt him before, but this is just too much.

I couldn’t find Ashley so I decided to go to a club near our hotel. I still had my viridian sun dress on but my hair was tangled as if I’m some girl who’s gone mad after a break-up. Well, close enough. The only difference is there’s no break-up, the guy just got busted. Damn him!

My head was already spinning that I couldn’t even recognize the loud song the DJ’s playing. I felt a pair of warm rough hands on my hips moving along with me. My hazel eyes met a pair of dark ones.

''Hey, sexy, '' He purred trying to sound as sexy as possible, but failing miserably. He leaned over until tip of our noses touched. I scrunched up my nose in disgust the moment his terrible breath filled my nostrils. His breath smelled strongly of vodka and beer. What kind of guy would drink vodka and beer at the same time? God, his breath stunk.

My eyes went up to see his face. He was attractive enough and with a pretty nice physique. I guess he’d do a pretty good rebound. Like what Ashley told me, to forget the guy, you have to get a guy. I licked my lower lip seductively. I placed my hands on his broad shoulders and reached for his tousled dark chocolate hair.

My lips curved up to an enticing smile. ''Hey, ''

''What’s a sexy girl like you doing in a place like this alone? '' He asked. I fought the urge to roll my eyes. I’ve heard that line for like a hundred times already. Does that even work nowadays?

''I’m very-very-lonely, '' I purred softly as I traced my fingers slowly along his strong jaw-line, '' and I just wanna have fun. '' I added pouting my lips slightly giving him s puppy look. I know I’d slain that puppy look ‘because his face was flushed.

We danced for a while before he decided to pull me out of the crowd and took to the corner of the club. He had me against the cold cemented wall. The music was still banging on my eardrums like there’s no tomorrow. He buried his face on the curve of my neck. His warm breath brushed against my soft skin. His arms wrapped around my narrow waist pulling me closer to him. My petite body was pressed against his broad one. A soft whimper escaped my lips. He began planting kisses on my neck.

His kisses were rough and so were his hands. He was no Evan. God! No one could ever be him. I shook my head disapprovingly and winced not feeling good. My stomach clenched. ''Stop, '' I whimpered and placed a hand against his chest and pushed him away as strong as I could. He didn’t even jerk; instead, he became more aggressive. His hand reached for the hem of my dress and lifted it up showing off my bare thighs. My cheeks burned as tears began forming around my eyes.

His callused hand roughly roamed around my exposed thigh. A tear fell down. ''Don’t. Please stop. '' I sobbed softly. My knees were trembling. The alcohol was having its effect on my body now. I can’t fight him even if I want to. I planted weak punches on his chest.

He growled. ''Stop fighting, sexy. You know you want this. '' He whispered crudely. My head throbbed painfully making me weaker. His hand reached my bottom. He began rubbing against the thin white fabric that covered my bare flesh.