2 WEEKS LATER
Ever since that incidentce on the New Year, I couldn't see any other women in a sexual eye. Everyone seemed fake with plastic surgery and botox. No one felt soft and natural like her. Not that I want her but something in her that attracts me towards her. The girl I left behind in the hospital on new year, kissed her and fed her. What an odd behaviour of me? I pushed those thoughts aside and bring myself to reality. The team briefed about the next project and I dismissed the meeting before it was over.
Harry barged into my office and sat on the luxurious couch. I raised an eyebrow at him.
"News is that the CEO of a great empire is always absent-minded and I certainly don't think it is because of that girl who he met exactly 2 weeks ago"
"Fuck off before I choke you to death Harry"
"Not unless you agree to come to pub again tonight"
"Nah, I'm busy"
"Busy with what? How to ruin yourself and the company you and your father tried so hard to build?"
"I'm not ruining it"
As much as I want to chase him away from this room, I really enjoyed his company. Harry is the most close among others. He knows me better than anyone else, sometimes me included.
"Same place, same time right? I'll be there", I said dismissing him before he could further fuck up my already fucked up mind.
JESSICA'S POV
I was literally being dragged into the car while i protested like a child.
"No. I don't wanna socialize, leave me alone" I practically whined.
"Not today, not this time, nuh uh" said Lisa in a firmer tone.
"Fine" I let out a defeated breath.
"yess, now hop up my bunny, we are gonna get hammered tonight"
After a short visit to her house, we have changed into something appropriate for the pub. I wore a black dress with a square neck that ended mid thigh while Lisa donned a mini red dress with full cleavage on display. She insisted going to the pub to socialize as our friend circle is very small containing only the two of us. As she broke up with her boyfriend a couple of months ago now she is all set to find her prey again.
We reached the Square Eight club which is a lot harder to get past the security. Lisa pulled in some favour and got us entry. She is a woman with so many connections. Unlike me she is good at socialising and using people at her will.
The loud music woke my slumber brain. I usually hate pubs and I am only here because of a promise long ago I had given. She was in her rebellious phase of her breakup when she wanted to go find preys right after her break up where I sure as hell know she would regret the next day morning. So I promised another day and it came pretty early than i expected.
We made past the dancing crowd and into the island bar.
"Don't drink too much, I can't carry your full ass weight", I warned Lisa.
"Don't worry about that, someone else will" She winked.
"Don't make reckless decisions Lisa, You are always impulsive and even worse when alcohol mess with your system"
"Today is my day Jess, You better shut up and let me be"
"Fine, just come home safe" i muttered and order a drink and she followed the same.
Sipping in on our drinks I started observing the environment. So do Lisa except she is not observing. She is hunting for her prey.
I downed my drink in one Swift motion and decided to enjoy today. Fuck the world and it's morals. How many years would i be like this? Like a saint?
"Let's go for the dance floor?" I asked.
"Yep. I got my Target, ready to pounce" she replied.
Before entering into the sweaty cloud we order another shot and downed it before joining the dance floor.
I swayed my body and started to sync in with the music. As I enjoyed myself a guy around late twenties grazed against me. He was tall, muscular, and blonde with blue eyes. He was not a domineering musculine guy but a charming handsome man. He winked at me and we started dancing.
"You look stunning and I'm Peter by the way" he shouted through the music.
"Thanks. So do you" I said blushing and not knowing what to say next. I most definitely didn't want to say my name.
" I hope I'm not being too forward, but there's something about your energy that drew me in. Do you come here often?" he asked in a polite way.
"No, this is my first time here"
"Wanna get away from dance floor? It's too loud to talk" he shouted through the music.
I nodded and came to the far corner of the dance floor.
We sat on the island bar and he ordered drinks for both of us. Though what he order was a bit strong and not my type I let it slide out of politeness. I took a sip and winced at the burning sensation.
"Sorry was that too strong. I didn't knew what you like" he said placing his hand on my thighs.
"It's fine. I do drink strong but not often" I said which in fact is true.
"No worries then" he smiled and gave me a squeeze in my thighs with slight rubbing which felt super uncomfortable and I shifted in my seat.
I downed my drink annd excused myself to use the washroom. With my body swaying from alcohol, I find my way to the bathroom and looked myself in the mirror. This is not as easy as I thought. As much as I craved for attention, I don't like it in this kind of way. Him touching and his hands inches away from my core made me want to puke. I resisted the urge to lock in one of the bathroom stall and came out only to find out Peter was standing right outside.
"Hey everything alright? you left abruptly so I thought something happened" he asked concerned and I searched for it in his eyes.
"Nothing just nauseous I guess" I said, trying to move past him.
"Wait, you didn't say your name"
Peter held me by my wrist stopping me in my tracks. With alcohol running in my system I couldn't think straight. I can't even stand properly let alone fighting.
"I don't intend to" I said crisply and tried to remove my hand.
"Come on, don't play hard to get, I have seen many women like you before and I know you want it" his tone a bit harsh than before.
"I don't. Leave me alone or else.. "
"or else what? Shout and Scream? No one will you hear you bitch" he pushed me to a wall that's hidden from most of the views.
He pushed his whole weight making me unable to move. His erection obvious against my stomach. He tried to kiss and I have him a headbutt. As panic gripped onto me, my eyes welled. As a desparate attempt I kicked his balls and send him a few feet away from me. A small gap that's enough for me to escape. But he was onto me before I could run.
"Bitch" Peter spit.
He grabbed my hair and pulled backwards to force a kiss when a punch landed on his face from his side. Blood poured from his nose, another punch and was knocked out cold.
Relief washed over me as I watched the familiar face calling for the security guards. As much as I felt helpless and vulnerable,I didn't let it show in my face before him. Him, the guy from the new year who had brown eyes that allured me in for an endless journey.