Sabrina walked for what felt like hours, trying to escape the pain and heartache that was suffocating her. She didn't know where she was going or what she was doing, she just knew she had to get away.
As the sun began to set, Sabrina found herself in a part of town she had never been to before. The streets were lined with bars and clubs, and the air was filled with the sound of music and laughter.
Without thinking, Sabrina pushed open the door to a bar and stepped inside. The bartender looked up at her and smiled. "What can I get you?" he asked.
Sabrina hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to order. She didn't really drink, but something about the atmosphere of the bar made her want to let loose.
"Surprise me," she said finally, sliding onto a stool.
The bartender raised an eyebrow but smiled and started mixing a drink. A few minutes later, he handed her a colorful cocktail with an umbrella in it.
Sabrina took a sip, feeling the cool liquid slide down her throat. It was sweet and fruity, and it immediately started to take the edge off her emotions.
As she sipped her drink, Sabrina couldn't help but notice the people around her. There were couples laughing and holding hands, groups of friends dancing and singing along to the music, and solo patrons like herself, nursing their drinks and lost in thought.
Sabrina felt a sense of anonymity wash over her, and she realized that she could be anyone in this bar. She didn't have to be the rich girl from Mexico, or the heartbroken daughter, or the fiancée. She could just be herself, whoever that was.
As the night wore on, Sabrina found herself feeling more and more at ease. She started to chat with the bartender, and then with some of the other patrons. She laughed and joked, feeling like she was finally letting go of some of the weight that had been holding her back.
But as the hours passed, Sabrina started to feel a pang of guilt. She was once engaged, after all, and she shouldn't be out in a bar so quick , flirting with strangers and drinking cocktails.
Just as she was starting to think about leaving, Sabrina saw him - the mysterious stranger from the other day. He was standing across the room, looking at her with an intensity that made her heart skip a beat.
She had to shake off her head cause she was obviously drunk
She's had like six cups of that cocktail so she's probably seeing things
Cause what would the guy that saved them in the states be doing in Mexico .
He was sitting with his back against the wall, his eyes fixed intently on her. Sabrina felt a shiver run down her spine as their eyes met, and for a moment, they just stared at each other.
But as she looked closer, Sabrina realized that he wasn't alone. There was another guy sitting with him, laughing and chatting like they were old friends.
Sabrina's eyes were drawn back to the stranger, and she couldn't help but notice how hot he looked. His hair was messy and tousled, and his eyes seemed to bore into her soul. He was wearing a black leather jacket, and his white shirt was open at the collar, revealing a hint of chest hair.
Sabrina felt her face grow hot as she realized she was staring. She quickly looked away, trying to compose herself.
But she couldn't help sneaking another glance. The stranger was still looking at her, his eyes burning with intensity. Sabrina felt a flutter in her chest, and she knew she was in trouble.
The stranger's friend seemed to notice her gaze, and he turned to look at her. Sabrina felt a pang of embarrassment, but the friend just smiled and nodded at her.
The stranger, on the other hand, didn't seem to care that his friend had noticed her. He just kept staring at her, his eyes fixed on hers like he could see right through her.
Sabrina felt like she was melting under his gaze. She knew she should look away, but she couldn't help herself. She was drawn to him like a magnet, and she couldn't resist the pull.
In her drunked state she felt soo many emotions
She was devastated
Thoughts of how her own father treated her and how she was almost going to be married to a beast
She never knew Frank was so greedy and self centered ,she needs a new man in her life
Sabrina is still sitting at the bar, thinking about her plan to find a new fake fiancé to help her take over her father's company.
As she sits there, lost in thought, she gazes over at Max, who is still sitting at the table with his friend. She can't help but notice how handsome he looks, and how charming he seems.
Sabrina's thoughts start to wander, and she begins to imagine what it would be like to have Max as her fake fiancé. She pictures them together, pretending to be in love, and using their fake relationship to manipulate her father and take control of the company.
As she stands there, daydreaming, Sabrina starts to feel a sense of excitement and possibility. She realizes that finding a new fake fiancé might be just the thing she needs to turn her life around and get what she wants.
Sabrina stumbled slightly as she stood up, her heels wobbling on the floor. She giggled to herself, feeling a little lightheaded from the drinks. But she was determined to make her move, and so she took a deep breath and started walking towards Roy's table.
As she approached, Roy looked up at her, his eyes narrowing slightly. He raised an eyebrow, his expression a perfect blend of boredom and amusement. Alex, his best friend, looked up at her too, a friendly smile on his face.
Sabrina felt a flutter in her chest as she met Roy's gaze. She was drawn to his bad boy vibe, and the way he seemed to be looking right through her. She stumbled slightly as she reached the table, and Roy's eyes flicked to her legs, his expression unreadable.
"Hey," Sabrina said, trying to sound sultry. "Mind if I join you?"
Roy shrugged, his shoulders barely moving. "It's a free country," he said, his voice low and smooth.
Alex, on the other hand, was more welcoming. "Hey, sure, have a seat," he said, scooting over to make room for her.
Sabrina sat down, feeling a little more at ease. She smiled at Alex, and then turned her attention to Roy, who was still looking at her with that piercing gaze.