The loud bass irritated Kali's ears. She much rather be at home in her living room sketching in sweet silence. Her best friend, Joyce insisted on taking out her prude of a best friend for a drink. Kali was 23 and never dated anyone. She claimed she would rather die alone, but Joyce knew that wasn't true. Kali believed in soulmates, she was just way too insecure and sheltered. Joyce would tell her every day that she was absolutely stunning but she would never listen, so Joyce found a solution, take out her beautiful friend and find her a handsome man to make her believe how beautiful she truly is.
Kali took a deep breath as she headed over to the bar. She was scared to be on this side of town. The bar was full of people clad with leather from head to toe and smoking cigarettes like their life depended on it. She scrunched her nose at the stench. She ordered a rum and coke and took a big gulp. The alcohol burnt her throat but she craved the sting. It always distracted her from her lonely heart.
While she was downing her drink like there was no tomorrow, she felt a presence on her right. A deep chuckle vibrated through her body. She quickly looked right, only to almost fall out of her chair from how taken back she was. There, sitting up tall and wearing a dark denim jacket, sat the most beautiful man she had ever laid eyes on. He looked like an Armani model. With his medium long black waves falling on his head in a laidback hairstyle and strong sharp features that stood out from the crowd, he had every woman in this bar staring at him with a lustful gaze.The man was talking to what looked like a close friend in a casual manner. When Kali noticed him suck his plump bottom lip between his white, straight teeth she knew he would never notice a plain girl like herself.
She got up to stand, but the alcohol in her system made her feel lightheaded. She felt herself falling, expecting the feeling of crashing against the floor to happen. Before she could hit the floor, muscular hands coiled around her tiny arms and pulled her into a hard chest. The sharp scent of Brazilian rosewood invaded her senses. She quickly backed out of the strangers grasp. "Sorry" she squeaked even though she had no reason to apologize. She looked at the ground as embarrassment flowed through her veins.
A firm, strong finger hooked her chin so she was looking upright. She deeply inhaled, captivated at the light grey irises before her. She swore the swirls of color in them were brewing like a storm on the radar. "You okay.. ?" The stranger didn't know what to call her. "Kali" her name swept past her lips before she could comprehend. "Kali" her name slid out smoothly from his sinful mouth. She could feel the blood flowing through her veins, her whole body burnt with a feeling she never felt before. "I'm fine, just a little light headed." She squeaked. She wanted to slap herself, she was acting like a schoolgirl with a silly crush. "What's your name?" She thought out loud. Realizing what she said, a crimson blush rose to her cheeks.
He chuckled at the adorable beauty in front of him, she was different, not like any other woman he's met before. She screamed innocence, but something about her drew him in, he wanted to know her, feel her smooth skin against his tainted finger tips. The question snapped him out of his thoughts. "Dante" he smirked. Seeing a tinge of pink on her delicate cheeks made him almost growl in annoyance. The tiny action turned him on tremendously. He pictured her screaming his name in ecstasy as he stole every drop of innocence from her body. He felt his pants tighten, he positioned himself so that he wouldn't scare the poor girl away. He had to have her, she made him ache in a way no other woman ever could. "Where are you heading after this?" He asked, curiosity lit up in his eyes.
She stood there stunned as she heard his name roll off of his sinful tongue. 'Dante' the name fit his look. She knew he was the definition of sin as soon as his stormy light grey eyes darkened. When she heard his question she didn't know what to say, so she blurted out what was on the tip of her tongue. "I'm going to go home and read." She said, noticing the look of amusement on his features, she grew nervous. "Hm, I would ask you what your favorite book is but I have to get going soon, put your number in my phone and text it to me." He handed her his phone with a wink. She shook her head at his smoothness and quickly typed her in her digits, not thinking of the consequences. As soon as she handed it back he texted her a simple 'hi'. He smirked at her and turned back to his friend. She deeply inhaled, how she just managed to get that man's number she would never know. She looked through the crowd to find her friend. When she found Joyce's mop of light brown curls, she hurried over to her.
Joyce looked at her best friend with a smile "there you are." She slurred. "I saw you with that hunk, you getting that dick?" She laughed drunkly. Kali blushed, "come on Joyce, let's get home." She said, gently grabbing her intoxicated friend by the arm. "No I want to party" Joyce whined but Kali ignored her whines. Opening the door, the pair walked outside. Kali made a gesture to a passing cab in the busy street. They hopped in the back and Kali told her address and tipped the man. New York was beautiful at night, the city lights lit up the crowded streets and showed how full of life everything was. She felt her friend's head on her lap. Instinctively she ran her fingers through her hair. Her thoughts quickly took a turn to the handsome stranger. She pulled out her phone and clicked the unread message.
'I have a lot of favorites, but I would have to say The Story of O is my favorite.' She typed out and sent with a giggle, The Story of O was by far the kinkiest book she's ever heard of, but she never got around to reading it, she was just testing him. She soon received a reply. '50 Shades of grey was way better' she giggled at his text, kind of shocked that he knew the book she was referring to. 'I wouldn't know, haven't read either' she teased him. 30 seconds later and her phone buzz 'I feel played' was his reply. She giggled and quickly typed "oops". She put her phone in her pocket and got out of the cab as it stopped.
Dragging her sleeping friend out of the car and into her apartment was tough, but she managed. She set Joyce on the sofa and headed off to the bedroom. Picking up her phone she read his reply "that hurt my ego" she giggled at his playfulness.
30 minutes of his sexual innuendos and her witty comebacks made her distracted from the exhaustion she felt. That night she fell asleep with her phone in hand.
