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Prologue

Her

“ More,” I demanded, my slurred voice sounding foreign, as it fell upon my hearing. It was a bit too slow to be comprehensible, but, the bartender still managed to lay another shot in front of me. I put the slice of lemon into my mouth, allowing its sour taste to dissolve into my mouth, burning ever so slightly, before dawning the intoxicating liquid.

It stung, but it wasn’t enough.

The events of the previous hour were still fresh.

I could still remember.

I could still feel it all.

And I didn’t want that.

“ More,” I exclaimed, my voice earning a ragged edge, as my sight began to blur.

Good.

It was beginning to do its job.

As another shot was laid in front of me, another hand beat me to it. I didn’t know if I was the one who had been slow, or if the other person was just too sober for me to keep up, either way, I was pissed. I urged my eyes to cooperate with me, lifting them to meet an undeniably, captive, caramel pair of eyes, that could pierce right through your soul. My eyes moved along the face that seemed to have been created extra carefully by the Gods above, to ridicule our pathetic attempts of being humanly presentable. His jawline was one, straight line that could have cut me into half. His face was the perfect shade of tan, neither too little to be considered pale, nor too dark to look somewhat fake. His eyebrows probably looked better than my own. And when those lips were imprisoned between his perfectly lined teeth, I could have sworn Britney Spear’s “Toxic” played at the background just to push me a tad bit over the edge.

I needed to focus.

That stupidly attractive man had just stolen my drink and didn’t seem slightly regretful.

“ Do you have a problem? Did your mama drop you when you were little?”

“ Calm down, tiger, I was just thirsty and it would have taken too long to order one for myself.” He shrugged nonchalantly.

“ And this is my problem, how?” I rose a questioning eyebrow at him, attempting to silence those demonic thoughts that urged me to bang him, right here, right now.

“ It isn’t. It’s just your luck though, or maybe it’s mine.”  

He winked.

That son of a bitch winked at me.

Who did he think he was?

Did he think that just because he had looks of some kind of greek God, then he could come over here, and swoon me?

Well, he was fucking wrong.

“ I’m married, you prick, so you might as well just fuck off.” I showed him my ring finger, which oh so conveniently, happened to be the middle finger as well.

“ If you’re this pissed off at the world, then you must really love him.” His sarcastic tone caught me off guard, because who the fuck did he think he was, to come here and judge me and my personal love life? I was perfectly happy with my husband, and I didn’t need a drunken bastard to act like my own goddamn psychiatrist.

“ Listen here you asshole-“

“ Save it.” He said, leaving his stool, before retrieving some money from his back pocket and laying it beneath his empty glass.

“ Till next time, beautiful.” He said, coming dangerously close to me, before biting on his bottom lip, again, and walking away.

“ Well, fuck.” I hissed under my breath, running a hand through my hair.

I needed another drink.

Hell, I needed a whole bottle if I had any chance of ridding my skin from those stupid goose bumps at the thought of that rather perfect stranger.