Fated Love

Chapter 37

(Sharon’s POV)

It had been a while since I had been to a club. The last time I visited one I was still a damsel and it ended up pretty badly. After Kelvin,I swore never to step a foot there. The place gave me goosebumps.

I looked at people dancing as I took small sips from my drink. That place was the magnet of sins. Look at that drunk girl, wait!look at that dude with her,he was literally taking advantage of the girl and she was too drunk to notice. why did I even go there. That was totally not my scene.

"Can I buy a beautiful lady a drink?” I stopped looking at Sheila who was swaying her hips from side to side on the dance floor, she was feeling the music. I turned to meet a gorgeous man grinning at me. His smile beat that of a toothpaste model. He had brown eyes that shone with enthusiasm.

"Thank you, but no thank you.” I whispered leaning in too close to his face, then all of a sudden, his face was magically changed into Dean's. I couldn’t drink more than I already had. I felt tipsy already, and the alcohol was making me flirt with a hot guy that had Dean's face, wait a really really  hot stranger. What happened to my stranger danger instincts? Why was I thinking about him? Remind me never to drink again. He leaned in and that was when I saw his perfectly toned muscles and swallowed a lump. Man he was Dean hot!it should be made illegal to be that hot

"Come on...just one gla..."

"She said no...Now beat it” a raspy voice interrupted his persuading one from behind him. I raised my eyes to meet with the actual Dean's angry and  murderous look. The man raised his arms in surrender and left us.

“Coward” short lived my having a good time. “What are you doing here at this time of the night?” Dean, or by his behaviour maybe I should call him  dad, asked his minty breath slapping my face. What was he doing there at that time of the night? Or was it because I was thinking about him?

I was not up for his nonsense so I got up following the handsome brown eyes that offered me a drink. “Maybe I will take your offer, tequila then we dance.” I winked at him. Sitting on a stool next to him. He smiled and ordered the drinks.

"Crazy boyfriend?” he asked looking at Dean who was shooting death glare towards us. He looked pitiful like a dejected three years old boy.A dejected Jason. Why was he there anyway?

"No, it is a long story. ” I lifted my drink to my mouth but I didn't get the chance to take a sip of it because Dean grabbed the glass from my grasp angrily spilling some of the content on the bar. What the hell!

"Who is taking care of my kid?" Dean asked looking at me angrily.damn! He just knew how to push my buttons. How did he even find the place? When Sheila and I left he was not at the office. He could not have possibly known where we were going.  Man! He was turning into a real stalker.
"What is your problem?” I was getting irritated. That was meant to be my getaway. He stressed me at work and now he followed to question how I took care of my kid?

“My problem? You want to know what my problem is, how about you flirting with some random guy instead of going home and taking care of my kid?” wow! That was condescending. Since when did he turn into a pile of 1952 shit? How could he talk to me like that? His kid? Really? I remained quiet not knowing what to say. Everyone was looking at me. I hated being that negative force that pulled people’s eyes towards us. I was almost crying from his accusation and him judging me. I was a good mother.

"Dean, stop making a scene here” Sheila reprimanded. “I brought her here because she has all the right to have fun if you want to be mad at someone be mad at me.” his gaze shifted from Sheila to me.

"Come with me...I am taking you home now!"

"No!” I dodged his arm that tried to grab mine. He raised one eyebrow taken a back. Why did he always confuse me for a docile woman? It hurt that he thought he could just order me around like I was his kid. His lips slowly curved into a smirk.