Make Me Forget✔

F O U R T Y S E V E N

Song of the chapter: Back To You- Louis Tomlinson ft. Bebe Rxha

Conor's POV_

"Sir, please you can't-" One of the guards pushed me back lightly to keep me away from the main stage when I respectfully tried making my way through all those strippers so I could get to Veronica.

It's been so long since I came here, and now that I'm sobber while walking around, everything's hurting my eyes.

Well, it's probably the fact that my anger has reached a new climax after being stopped.

"I can't go up there?" I asked, but that was a sarcastic question, because I know I can't. "Well then how about you tell her to get the fuck down here instead?!" I snapped at him, pointing at the woman who's busy getting a whiskey shower up in front of my eyes.

"I can't exactly do that." He shook his head, not even moving his eyes to look back at the person I'm pointing at, but I guess our conversation was loud enough to grab her attention, her smile turning into a grin when her eyes locked with mine, her high heels forcing her to walk slowly towards me.

Honestly, I promised myself I would keep away from seeing her again, but I have to do this... for my baby's sake.

"What's wrong?" She asked, her hand resting on the guards shoulder as she eyed him, his body stoned in place as he studied me, before speaking.

This man thinks I have time for whatever is going on around here.

I need answers, not some filthy dead looks.

"This guy says he needs to talk to you." He answered her softly, my lips turning from a straight line to a disgusted squish to the way he's talking to her.

I'm not even surprised all these people melt around her; someone like him would surely drool over an almost naked woman working around him all day long.

"Is that true, Conor?" She smirked back to show her pleasure, waiting for an answer as her eyes wandered all over me slowly.

"Move, or I'm moving you." I warned her, stepping back from both of them.

"No need to get all wild, my little tiger." She lifted my head with two of her fingers, moving swiftly ahead of me to walk away from the stage, with me following annoyingly behind her, watching all those drinks dripping down her back, and over her shoulders, my head shaking to the view in front of me.

It's gotten even worse since we broke up, and I'm pretty sure she doesn't even regret it.

"I didn't want to even bother coming here, but you need to stop fucking around my life, okay?! You've caused enough damage, and I'm asking you to take this shit down before I honestly lose it." I started talking when we stopped somewhere around the huge club, knowing that she knows exactly what I mean.

I can't believe I haven't thought about such a possibility until earlier.

Who else would leak the news?

I'm sure she has something to do with this, and I'm going to get her talking somehow.

"You know, Conor," her index was forming imaginary circles over my chest when she stepped closer to me, her eyes fixed on mine, her looks showing no fear, and absolute victory, which is something I couldn't stand. "You look really hot when you're angry." Her other hand held my neck to pull my face closer to her, taking our close position as an advantage to whisper against my cheek.

I knew she's trying to distract me somehow, but it's not going to work this time, since my whole entire life is going to crumble down because of what she did, and if she's going to get seductive like that, I'm going to have to leave soon.