Ivy opened her eyes slowly and was forced to close it again. It felt like her head would split into many pieces. She groaned and tried again. Unfamiliar ceiling, she turned her head, unfamiliar curtains... 'Where am I?' She thought as she tried to pull herself up. 'Geez...' She groaned again. What was happening to her body? It's like being run over by a truck. Even tho she doesn't know how it feels to be run over by one. Her whole body aches like hell! She managed to sit up on the bed that felt too soft which made her realize she wasn't in her room. 'Where am I?' She asked herself once again and held her head. The headache was killing her. She lifted one of her legs and the moment it touched the ground...
"Fuck!!!" She exclaimed loudly. "What have I done?!" She asked herself as images from yesterday came flooding back to her.
She was in the club with her friends. They had forced her to go claiming it would make her forget. Her boyfriend of six years had told her he had fallen in love with another girl. He had thrown away six years of her life. Just like that. She had thought they were both planning a future together. She had added him to all of her plans. What made it worse was the fact that she had given him all of her life savings so that they could rent an apartment in a new housing estate that had just been completed. He had claimed they would live there after their. Wedding. What a piece of shit! She had done everything he wanted. Yet, he claimed he had fallen in love with another woman.
Her friends being the people they were, made her dress up. They were happy he was out of her life but, he had left her stranded. She was now broke. They claimed he turned her into who she wasn't. Her dressing had changed because he claimed she wasn't dressing up like someone who was willing to commit. Yesterday, they had rummaged through her wardrobe and taken out one of her dresses which she hadn't worn in years. She had not partied with them for a very long time so when they got to the club? She had let loose.
She could remember dancing with her girls and she had taken alcohol. She had stopped taking it for years and it had woken up her sleeping side. They'd urged her to have fun and that was what she had done. Maybe too much fun.
While they were dancing, she had excused herself. She was going to use the restroom. She felt like throwing up. As she was finding her way there, she could remember seeing a Greek god.
"Wait..." She exclaimed loudly. "Did I jump on him?!!" She shouted as she stood up from the too-comfortable bed. "Ivy... What the hell have you done!?" She asked herself. In her state of panic, she had failed to notice the man sleeping beside her. She didn't even know he had been watching all of her actions. With his keen almost brown cat-like eyes.
"Ivy!!!" She lamented as she used her hand to arrange her hair a little. She realized at that moment that she was wearing a white shirt. The very long hand had been rolled up so that it could fit a little. She saw her bag and phone on the bedside table and rushed to take them.
"Good! It's still early." She said when she saw the time was just a few minutes to seven. And it was a Saturday, meaning very few people would see her. She had to leave. Pulled the shirt down and it was up to her mid-thighs. That's long enough. She told herself and walked to the door. She opened it and walked out.
She wasn't even in a hotel. This looks like someone's house. At least he had the sense to take her to his house and not some hotel room. She was in too much of a hurry to notice that there was someone who was watching her as she left the house.
Chris had watched her leave. She looked too cute when confused and he didn't want her to notice him so, he had been quiet the whole time she was panicking. She had run to him last night and refused to let go. He had gone to sort out a business deal at The Queens Club. Usually, he would be there to just drink and maybe allow one or two strippers to take care of his urges. But yesterday had been different. He wasn't feeling like it.
The girl who was dancing in a very short red gown had caught his attention. He couldn't take his eyes off her. He had seen her the moment she walked in with two girls and a guy who had dyed his hair a bright pink color. They had gone to the bar, taken shot after shot till he could see that they were all getting drunk. They had pulled the red-dressed, blued-eyed girl onto the dance floor and the moment she started to roll that small waist of hers, his interest had been piqued. He followed her every movement with his eyes. He wanted her. Not to satisfy his urge but he wanted to bury himself deep within her. He wanted to feel that ass that she was shaking. He wanted to hold it and feel it was as soft as it looked from afar. She was a walking piece of temptation. He couldn't say or pinpoint why he was so interested in her. He had seen his fair share of women and he had never been so lost staring or wanting them. What could be so different about this girl be was looking at? One thing was certain tho__ he wanted her in his life. Not only for the sex of course but he wanted her in his life. Every single damm day. He was about to go to her when he saw her whispering something to her friend and walked away. He got up, went out of the private room, and followed her. From the direction she took, he knew she was going to the restroom so, he just decided to walk to her. He saw her walking from left to right and he felt the urge to just pick her up and walk out of the club.
It felt like the universe was on his side when their eyes locked and he saw her hop to him. He didn't say anything or try to stop her. He had to hold her to stop her from falling on her face. She smiled at him and said. "Let me take you home. What you say?" What was he supposed to say? Of course, he agreed.
He picked her up and walked out of the club through the VIP passage. He took her into his car and she refused to get off him. It took all his willpower not to ravish her in his car. He urged his driver to drive fast. Not to a hotel but his house. She asked to take him but, he took her home instead.