Angel's POV
A night out turned my whole world into a living fantasy.what I have always thought to be in my dreams came true. Don't have negative thoughts about me because facts are facts and they can't be fucking changed. What I am is who I am.
I was not planning on getting laid when I entered the famous club Quiréro in New York City. I was just going to drown myself in liquor hoping to forget about my parents death day which apparently is on my birthday. I know right. That's how shitty my life is. I wanted to get wasted even though I know that I have a very high alcohol tolerance.
I walked in the club with my puffy eyes not caring about anyone. I proceeded to the counter feeling my heart getting light at every step that I took. My outfit outdid my expectation as no guy even spared me a glance. I mean who would. A nerdy a girl with long curly hair, eyes shielded with big round clear glasses and wearing a sweatpants and an oversized sweatshirt. That was everything I needed to cover up my exaggerated natural curves and outstanding beauty as all of the men I've ever met said. 'Your mere presence presence turns heads.' That is what all those dick heads would say after meeting me for two f****** seconds. I mean don't get me wrong, I know I'm pretty because I have my mother's looks and she was very pretty.
I first ordered for three beers with which the guy serving me looked at me as if I grew two heads. For fuck's sake, why can't people in this world just do what they're told without judging. Okay, don't answer that because it's just naturally a human thing. They judge they all f****** judge. That aside I drunk the three bottles of beer as if they were nothing. God damn I love beer. I was really starting to feel at ease with the company of my dormant drunk self. That's the only company I've ever had since my parents died in a riot. I prefer to stay alone because human being sometimes can be overbearing. No offence but I really love my loneliness. I blame no one for my parents' death because they took themselves their death. They got themselves killed leaving me alone in this lonely wide world. My parents were troublemakers. It's funny how they were matched together because I've always thought that bad people get to have the good ones but I guess I thought wrong because they were both the real definition of a nightmare. Call me Angel Garcia, the product the nightmares. I can't really say I'm bad but if beating up guys who cheat on their girlfriends or wives is bad then I'm bad I really hate cheaters you can't blame me for reacting. They just tick me off it started when I was raped by my so-called to neighbours at the age of 16 I was still innocent but that day gave birth to this new version of me. Since that day, I hated men who cheat. Those two men who raped me were apparently married. "What's a pretty girl like you doing up here alone?" I heard a voice say distracting me from my thoughts. I don't like anybody disturbing me so God save whoever this guy is to think that he can talk to me and what the f*** did he just did he just touch me? My next beer bottle was to kiss and cut his head when I had another voice telling him to f*** off. 'Oh wow, a Savior, but guess what I don't need one.' I thought as I swung the hand holding the beer bottle to land on my so-called saviour's head but was stopped buy a hand. This is starting to really piss me off. "Hey, hey calm down." He said in a smooth tone. "Do you want to go somewhere quiet?" I looked up at that and was met with his beautiful eyes. He is breathtaking, I can't deny that. Those Prussian blue eyes staring at me as if they knew my innermost secrets and desires, perfectly shaped brows, pointed nose, pink lips and oh that sharp jawline. That appearance could make any girl fall to their knees and I'm not an exception. 'Okay a one-night-stand wouldn't hurt, right?' I thought to myself. "Where do you want to take me?" I asked him as he held my hand and lead me upstairs without saying a word. "My office." He said briefly after while. I was welcomed with an extravagant interior when he opened the door to his office. I can't really call this an office but I guess it is one judging by his words. The office was big. I mean is there really an office that also has an upstairs? Please. I scoffed. Just how big is this place? On the way, I saw a kitchen and a living room. Is this his house that he's calling an office? Does he live here? "Are you okay?" He asked shaking me out of my thoughts. 'Oh my God is that a British accent? I love that accent. I'm f****** in love. Why didn't I hear that accent earlier? Oh well, I guess I was too caught up in the moment to notice it. I stop trembling in my head when he spoke again. "My name is Darcy by the way." He said as he guided me to sit on the bed. I guess we are in the bedroom right now. I could already feel my excitement bubbling up as I anticipated the night ahead. "Do you know what kind of club this is."He asked me in that oh so beautiful British accent which put me in a daze for a while. I shook my head at that question. "This club is not for Innocent souls like you." Okay, did he just call me innocent? Okay well I'm going to play along cause I can't really regard myself as an Innocent soul but okay. "Okay let me put it this way," he continued "this is a club where all of the dirty things you could or could never imagine take place. It is dirty and nastier than a brothel or a prostitution house. You can get whatever you desire in here without any shame." That explains why that guy from earlier looked at me like he was wondering what a nerd like me was doing there. "And you know what, this club has signs and symbols and you were showing one of the symbols. Do you want to know which symbol you showed baby? I nodded. You see sitting at the counter without a companion meant that were up for the night and you're willing to get laid." He explained trailing his fore finger on my face down to my neck.
"What if I told you that I want to get laid tonight." I said my breathing getting heavy. I could not feel the intoxication of the alcohol that I drank earlier and his touches were intoxicating me. "Please, touch me more. I want you to touch me more Darcy." I said breathlessly. His name was like honey flowing from my mouth. "Say that again. I want to hear you say my name." He said breathless pulling me closer for kiss. Now our lips were almost touching our breaths mingling. His misty natural manly scent sending thrills to my already soaking wet p****. I wanted him and I wanted him bad I wanted to feel him inside me. "I want to feel you Darcy." I said closing my eyes as he captured my lips with his. God it felt like heaven. I've never felt anything like it. my heart was pounding so hard in my ribcage I thought it would leap out.