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chapter one ✗ seducción

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THE OUTWARD SHAPE of my hips are gyrating through the darkness of the club, dilated pupils of my eyes that are identical to the ones that belong to the tall, handsome man in front of me. There's remnants of white powder on his nose, and my finger brushes it away before I tuck my thumb in my mouth, the salty taste of the cocaine numbing my tongue. He watches me, bewitched, from the motion. My movements are sultry and sensual and I see as his gaze dips to my exposed chest from the low neck of my skin-tight dress.

He's staring at me with his lips slightly parted as if he can't actually process the feeling of his hands on my body. I grin with a particular type of beguiling devilry, grabbing him by the shirt to pull his face down to mine. It was like I was high on caffeine, but it felt too good to be something as innocent as too many cups of coffee. I knew that this was only the side effects of cocaine, making me feel livelier, more vivacious. 

After our lips meet, it was a bit of a blur. I remember tugging him towards one of the private rooms and him following me like a lost puppy. It makes me smug, though. Knowing that this broad, extremely good-looking, dark-haired man is completely under the spell of cocaine and my allurance is satisfying, and when the door closes behind us and we're separated from prying eyes, our lips meet again. I tugged at his button-up shirt, marvelling the way the red neon lights highlight the contours of his abs. His eyes are wide again as I push him to the bed and he falls to it, jaw tight as I slowly crawl on top of him, my mouth biting and sucking at his neck.

"What are you doing?" He rasps, his voice thick with lust, assuring me that he was truly entranced.

I met his pale green eyes with a smile, and he watches each of my actions as I zip down my dress and throw it to the floor. "Having fun."

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THE RING OF my cell phone blares loudly the next morning, and I wrap my bedsheets tighter around me, my head feeling tight and nippy. I glared at it when it started ringing again. I had stumbled into my apartment courtesy of an uber at five AM, and I had barely managed to sleep for three hours. I force my eyes shut again, my throat feeling dry and my left nostril is still burning and hurting from the powder I had snorted from the previous night. I feel like screaming when it continued to ring, and I reach for it to check who it is. I glare at the name on my screen, wondering why on earth my father was calling me at eight in the morning, but nonetheless, I slide my finger across the screen.

Padre, I made a note to wash away any remains of attitude that were about to slip into my voice, knowing that if I answered rudely, I'd hear the lecture of life. The pad of my thumb slid across the screen, pulling the telephone symbol across to answer, and then I raised it to my ear, "Hola, padre." I tried to sound ecstatic, I really did- but with my father calling at eight while I'm trying to sleep off my cocaine hangover.