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Loud music roared through speakers, there was a wave of excitement and glee in the air. Everyone was celebrating New Year's Eve, while checking the clock every now and then.
Dancing, drinking and loud cheers covered every part of the club. Numerous colorful lights were going crazy with people and enjoyed the bliss.
Dragging a long sip of my vodka, I fixed my black dress and adjusted myself on the stool. My teeth were clenched, anger clouding my senses and red painted my vision as I stared at him from my seat.
"You are going to break that glass" An amused voice remarked, disturbing my focus.
Tilting my head, I rested an elbow at the bar stand and looked at the owner of that voice.
Sleeves of a navy blue shirt rolled up to his elbow, clinging to his well crafted body no doubt, paired with black pants. His dark eyes were filled with mischief as he held a glass in his hand too, staring at me amused.
He looked hot and that face belonged to magazines and bill boards.
"Don't worry, it won't hurt you" I muttered half heartedly, turning my attention back at that douchebag far away.
"What's gotten you so worked up?" Sitting beside me, he asked again. His voice was sexy and carnal. Every syllable he spoke seemed sultry.
My jaw ticked at his question as I continued glaring, then let out a sigh. Turning to him, I decided to say "You see that fucker over there? Sucking on that leech as if his life depended on it"
He let out a quiet chuckle as I motioned towards club's lounge area, under the mild light.
"Red head with grey T-shirt?" He asked, wavering his eyes back at me.
Everything about him seemed so sensual, so arousing. From the way his eyes looked so intensely at me as if he was reading my soul, to that seductive aura around him.
I nodded, cursing under my breathe and said "Yeah, his name is Trevor and unfortunately, he is my fucking boyfriend"
"Harsh. I am sorry for you" I would've believed he meant it, if it was not for his expression.
"I don't fucking care. He can suck his own dick for all I care. But how dare he disrespect me like that? You know what did he said to me?" Burning with rage, I barked.
Slowly, he shook his head, sipping on his drink and looked at me through his eyelashes as I told him about my dick head boyfriend, ex-boyfriend now.
"I have a very important meeting and project, so I can't be with you tonight" I imitate his exact words "Fuck this and fuck him. Of course, he had an important meeting tonight. His dick meeting that pussy. What an asshole"
Frustrated, I pushed my fingers in my wavy hair and groaned tugging on it. I should've broken up with him, the moment I realized I don't like him at all. But that fucker didn't gave me a chance.
