Maya's POV
Did That Just Happen?
I got up and headed to my closet, checking for something to wear. It had been a while since I'd bought clothes for going out. Not that I had any time to flirt, I am actually a very busy lady. Even though I would be going out to the club, I was still not going to flirt with anyone, I was only going because this friend of mine would kill me if I didn't. I decided on a tiger print crop top, leather leggings, and black heels. I've always been careful about my appearance and have excellent taste, so everything I buy fits well.
Once my outfit was chosen, I went to the shower, taking my time, and letting the cold water slide over my body. Soon, I left the bathroom and started getting ready. I approached my underwear drawer and had a trouble of choice: lace underwear, a thong, or go commando? Always be prepared for war, I thought. So, I chose a black thong that highlighted my skin. I continued dressing, did my makeup, highlighted my lips with red lipstick, and styled my hair. When I finished, I sprayed on Lady Million perfume and stood back to admire myself. I really looked beautiful and sensual. I smiled at myself when I heard a honk from outside.
"Coming!" I called out. I grabbed my wallet and left. Coming out, I saw his car packed and I opened the door and sat in the passenger seat.
"Holy God! If I wasn't gay, I swear you'd be my wife," my friend said, looking me up and down.
"Haha, not even in your wildest dreams. Why this outing?" I asked while fastening my seatbelt and the car started.
"Because you need a man," he said bluntly.
"What makes you think that I need a man?" I said, frowning.
"Your mood makes me think about it, love. Nothing personal, I just think you have to get a real dick and let that dildo rest." he mocked.
"Be quiet," I said, looking out the window. "Besides, you know I hate dancing."
"But you dance great! I don't get it, why would a dancer like you hate dancing?" he replied, gently tapping the steering wheel.
"I hate it," I said bluntly.
"Well, you're changing your tune tonight. It's a night to have fun," he told me in an effeminate voice, even more so than usual.
"Bah," I said, indifferent. After 20 minutes, we arrived at the club called Fire & Shot. We parked the car and got out, walking together. I noticed how everyone looked at us.
"My God, everyone is looking at us," my friend whispered in my ear. "You look like a bombshell." He added.
"Speak for yourself," I said curtly, blushing. Looks went back and forth. Several handsome boys crossed our path, none of my interest, I must clarify, until we entered the club. There was good music from famous DJs like Tiesto, Guetta, Calvin Harris, and others. I don't know much about that kind of music. We walked, and my friend signaled to a bouncer to get us to our table. It was a rather expensive club.
Finally, we sat down and ordered two cosmopolitans. It was just 9:30 PM when they brought the drinks.
"To our health, princess," my friend said, raising his glass.
"To us and our singleness," I mocked.
"Ungrateful. Tonight, I'm taking that loneliness away," he insisted.
"How sure are you, Yoshiro," I called him by his real name.
"Hey! Don't use my name. It makes me feel like my mother is scolding me," he said, feigning annoyance, taking a big gulp of his drink. I imitated him.
Hours passed. It was the third cosmopolitan of the night, and I honestly didn't want to drink more or listen to my friend say, "How about that one or that one?" For some reason, none met my expectations. Not to mention that I rejected about 14 men while we were there.
"I really don't know how I can tolerate you," he told me, annoyed. "Let's dance," he said, standing up.
I rolled my eyes, got up from the table, and headed to the dressing room. I walked without looking anywhere in particular. At a specific moment, I felt the lights of the place turn off. Standing still in the middle of the club, I couldn't see anything. That's when I stumbled upon someone who, by the way, hit me in the chest, my breast if I must say.
"Who the hell! Be careful!" I exclaimed in pain. I screamed, even in the dark.
Suddenly, the lights came back on, and I looked at my chest, trying to calm the pain.
"Sorry. Are you okay?"
That voice crossed my ears, a thick, deeply masculine voice. I'd never heard anything like it. I raised my eyes slowly, and I met... it couldn't be possible. Was it him? Those dark eyes... no, it couldn't be! I was stunned and motionless, feeling the colors rise to my face. Those eyes instantly captivated me, leaving me speechless. I could only look at them. Then he spoke again.
"Hey... does it hurt too much?"
A chill ran down my spine. That voice paralyzed me. I mentally berated myself. I was acting like a fool.
"Uh... I'm fine... I think," I said, still holding my chest. My eyes couldn't stop staring into his. They were... they were undoubtedly the ones I had once dreamed of. This couldn't be real. This had to be another of those dreams, right? No... if it were a dream, my chest wouldn't hurt so much right now, I thought. I could only smile at my foolishness.
"Hey, sorry... it was unintentional. That blackout caught me off guard," he said, smiling widely while scratching his neck. I was hypnotized. In my life, I had never seen such a perfect curve as the one now drawn on his face. I mentally berated myself for the second time that night, and it was then that I could detail the man in front of me. He was tall, like really tall, about 1.88 meters or so, with long, very smooth, almost black hair, small and slightly thick lips with a light pink hue, a small and refined nose, white skin, a square jaw, and slightly squinted eyes with faint bags under them, like two lines. I was completely paralyzed.
"I'm sorry, I must go," was all I could say before running and locking myself in the bathroom. I'm going crazy... of course, he doesn't resemble that drawing. Itachi is just an anime character. And well, even if he looks like him, it doesn't mean anything... because if he existed, I would know, right?
I stood in front of the mirror and removed my makeup. I was about to go out again, having recovered and thinking it was all.