Sour Romance [ON HOLD]

Chapter 14

Red was the color that painted Irina's face and chest  at the moment.

Of course. He'd give her a rendez-vous and not bother flirting with other women while waiting for her.

She remembered the words from last night.

City Square. 6pm.

She looked at her watch from where she stood at the door of the restaurant.

6:05pm.

The bus had been five minutes late, reason for her tardiness. But she could see now that he didn't bother waiting for her and decided he'd lure other women.

Cunning bastard.

Turning on her blue silletoe heels, head lifted up, she strode out proudly mentally cussing herself for spending almost all day at the spa, to prepare for this date.

Once the cool air hit her face, she realised she wasn't going to waste away her evening like that, especially looking so gorgeous.

She was glad she bought enough cash, that could possibly buy her some shots at Binge, the new club which just opened and was just five blocks away.

Perfect. She'd drink the night away.

*Four hours and a countless number of shots later*

"You know..." Irina slurred looking heaven ward. "...this God is a great God."

Then she looked at the stranger infront of her and smiled.

"... he showed me the kind of man of was absolutely trying to avoid before I could get into his trap.."

The man just smiled at her, a smile she would have definitely found creepy if not for the fact she was drunk.

"Awww, you have cute dimples, you're cute, you look like Mr. Cuddles. My teddy bear.- 'Hiccup'- oops, sorry, looks like you."

"Hmm. We've done enough talking, why don't we- " he trailed off rounding her chair and standing too close to her for her comfort, even if she was drunk.

"- do less talking " he said now trailing kisses on her neck making her feel dirty.

"Hey. Don't touch me " She said now feeling sobriety kick in.

She tried pushing him away but he didn't get the hint.

The fight was getting violent. He was forcing himself on her.

No. This is not how things were supposed to go.

She jabbed him in the ribs making him tumble away in pain, which gave her time to grab her clutch and make a run for it.

The cool air hit her face, making her more sober, but certainly not sober enough to handle walking stably.

She took out her phone and called a taxi but the nearest taxi stop was in front of City square.

So she walked down the five blocks with great effort. She was about to walk past the last alley when a shady figure appeared from the end of it.

Danger. Her mind screamed.

"Going somewhere, beautiful?" She recognised all too well. The man from the club.

DANGER.

"Oh. Umm. Good sir. I was heading to my home now, my mom must be worried sick." , she said the adrenaline in her blood working magic to sober her up.

Lies. She'd told her mothers not to wait up for her.

"Hmmm. But I don't remember us talking about your mom, right?"