Your Maiden

Chapter 2

Chapter 2: Take it or leave it.

"Been hurt too much gal?" Venise asked me as she carressed my back while I desperately sipped my marmalade cocktail.

I wear luscious skinned tone backless dress matched with lustrious pale gray stilletto heels. I even tied my hair into a bun with a messy sleeks.

"What do you think?" I met her worried eyes and back on the drunken people dancing on the floor. The music was too loud to hear my beaten heart as the light dimmed with flashy different colours and shades of photons.

"Nah. Relax, you'll be fine."

"Wow. Thanks for the good advice beasty." I sarcastically spoke at her and leave her an annoying smirk.

I'm used to share this unusual feeling to her. It's like I've been in an agony for a long time with too much woes deep inside me.

"Yeah. As always, de nada." She winked at me with a wicked laugh as she drove herself by some men to the crowd.

She's crazy.

"Why am I like this?" I asked myself.

"Don't bother to badly think about it," a familiar voice from behind said so. I stopped with my thought like a slug.

"Two vodka martini please." The full-fledge man sat beside me. His looks were extremely goddamn Adonis. I noticed first his pompousness matched with a soothing sensation of his masculinity. His feature is quite lofty which really emphasizes his firmness from the biceps down to his stump. He possesses a sparrowlike hair as his left silver cross piercing reflected to the fluorescent lighting on top of the nightclub. He's wearing a close fitting pull-over white shirt and black shorts. I just watched his adam's apple go up and down as he gulped his whiskey.

"Did you find me much attractive amongst?" He uttered as he circled his glass with an ice whilst his eyes darted on it.

I'm gripping hard to my seat as he spoke at me. The trachea of my system along with the air sacs in my lungs thwarted in generating oxygen. Even the bloodstreams of my body swiftly transuding blood to my aorta trenaciously.

Am I dreaming? Why does it felts like I'm drooling here with his presence for ages?

Wait. Is he talking to me?

Idiot. He is.

Now, talk.

"Y-yes. I mean no." What? You moron. How'd you just formed that with your sullen brain? C'mon bitch.

He burst in laughter.

I found myself narrowed my eyebrows on him with confusion and lifted the side of my lips. Does this club looked like a comedy bar?

I just rolled my eyes in the back of my mind and sipped my cocktail again.

"You're so cute." He added.

I choked off with my own saliva that finds me a hard on coughing. I even have a hard time to breath.

"Are you okay? Should I call an ambulance?" He commented while caressing my back.

Did I mention his sultry touch made my skin and orgasm burned in hotness? Why does I feel excited with a strong passion on it?

I signaled my hand to say no need. My tears are holding me back to grasp for air. Overacting. I simply clutched his thigh lightly without noticing him.

He was been accelerating his senses to help me get back to normal.

"Whew. I'm okay." I calmly said and sipped for more without looking him. Pretending there's nothing happened.