Pretty (The Weeknd Fanfic)

Chapter 1

Alice

 

September 4th 2012.

 

Ugh where did she go? I knew this was a bad idea.. I mean I know Maria is my best friend but every time I come to a club with this girl she always leaves with a new guy. Guess I got to find my own way home. I scanned the club in hopes of seeing Maria, all I could see was people dancing, and guys staring at me. Not to mention my vision was a bit blurred from all that tequila in my system. It took me a few moments to realize I was staring right back at some guy that was looking at me. Oh no, he’s coming over.

“You looking for someone?” he asked.

“Yeah.”

“Boyfriend?”

“No.”

He laughed. What the hell was so funny anyway? Only thing I could’ve been laughing at is the pineapple on top of his head. I’m assuming that’s his hair.

“What’s a pretty innocent lady like you doing in a club like this anyhow?” He asked.”

I scoffed.

“Innocent?” I slurred “Don’t judge a book by its cover.”

“Ahh feisty.” He smiled. “What do you say I take you home?”

I didn’t even know this guy.. Besides the fact he performed in this club a couple of minutes before he approached me. The Weeknd. I didn’t even know his name. I did really wanna go home though. Ah what the heck, he seems harmless.

“Sure, take me home.”

With that we left the club. We approached his car, which was a black Benz. Sick he seems like a rich guy.

“What do you say I take you to my place?” He asked while he slid his hands up my thighs. I smacked his hands away.

“Ha, very funny.” He didn’t seem to laugh or budge a smile. He turned into an unfamiliar street and soon panic started to rise in me.

“uhm I think you should take me home like you said you will.” I stuttered, and he could hear the fear in my voice.

He smiled faintly.

“Relax baby, I think we could get to know each other.” He said as he pulled into the parking lot of his loft. He didn’t really seem like some sort of rapist. I think too much, just go with the flow Alice. Maria is probably at home fucking some random guy she met tonight, be bold like her you idiot. As we entered his place I was absolutely mesmerized. It was beautiful. I guess he saw my reaction.

“Like it?”

“Yeah, a lot.”

He walked over to his fridge and opened up a bottle of Hennessey. He held it up in my direction.

“Want a drink,” He asked.

“Yeah sure, why not.”

He poured us each a glass. Soon a glass turned into glasses and before I knew it we were on the sofa our lips glued to each other’s. All these drinks were really getting me into the mood.

“Mhm, some one is a bit too eager.” He teased. I was way too sexually frustrated to even care. I mean whens the last time I even had sex I thought to my self and remembered the time I went home with Jerry Crow. Ugh horrible. He didn’t know a thing. This guy on the other hand, was probably a pro by the looks of his tongue going at it. He pulled me up on his lap and wrapped his arms around my waist, lips locked. Things started getting heated up and soon we were both in his bed. He ripped off my dress aggressively with nothing but lust in his eyes. I knew this would be some amazing sex.