A Game Of Revenge

The night shone at its peak, an enticing darkness, there, a person with the most charming looks, eyes bluer than any blue, gleaming like sapphire was in a club. 

His club, to be exact.

His soft raven locks were messy with a strong build up, fingers clasped around the glass..

“Ah.. what an alluring yet lonely night.” 

His long, husky sigh came, a smirk not leaving his lips.

An appealing aura is always around him. His eyes searched around the club, for his source of pleasure.

The Notorious Heartbreaker.

Roy Layne.

A 25 years old bachelor, the ruler of the hearts, the twister of words, the charmer.

Subsequently, due to his compelling appearance, it wasn’t surprising to get approached as a woman came.

“Hey, Handsome,”

His smirk grew darker, holding her wrist, locking his blue eyes dangerously with hers. 

“Not you, Darling.” 

She frowned to which he shifted and placed her into his laps, breathing heavily to murmur in her ears, moving his other hand proficient across her leg.

But- “You're worth more, Babe, far more. Way more than a mere night or few moments. Anytime you want,”

How could he allow ‘any’ prey to escape?

Ending with a smirk after blinding her in his spell, he gave her his card as she left shyly after he kissed her knuckles with a wink. 

“See you later,”

Waving, the second she was out of sight, he scoffed, rolling his eyes. 

“Tsk, nuisance,” 

He knew he needed a stronger, unstoppable pull, the night was manipulating him to go beyond his habitual one-night stand and he found his prey.

His eyes fell upon the main attraction of tonight. 

Garnet Beth. 

Unaware of the eyes capturing her grace, the 23 years old, emerald-eyed woman anxiously entered the club with her best friend, Lesley.

"Lesley, I am telling you it's not a good idea. I have a job interview on Monday." 

"Oh, Come on, Garnet, don't worry about it that much. You have finally left the orphanage. This is a moment of celebration! " 

She giggled and pushed her towards the floor.

“My, my, how innocent,” 

The charmer took a shot of his drink, eyes scanning the timid lady, assuming it was the first time.

Loud music and smoke in the air greeted Garnet. She inhaled the scent and turned her head to Lesley, swaying gradually along with the vibe.

"Nostalgic, isn’t it?" 

She breathed out, hugging herself before drinking her mocktail. Eyes scanning around, almost as if the club was too familiar.

"Always be happy. I am with you, your future is waiting for you, Garnet," 

“My future, huh? I guess you are right,” 

She chuckled gracefully, tugging a strand of her hair behind her ear, attracting the man who couldn’t hear their talks.

‘Why are you holding such a face at my buoyant club, woman?’ 

She put her hands in the air and began to dance, moving along the rhythm, dancing cheerfully along with the beat.

A smile crept upon her lips as a tear pricked in the corner of her eye, she felt so mesmerizing, she felt.. Free.

‘Lesley is right, this is the start of my new life, I should enjoy,’

But she kept it inside her and continued to dance as a tear rolled, lips quivering slightly to remember her not-so-magnificent past yet pressing these thoughts behind.

‘That’s right, I won’t let anyone steal this life away from me now.’

His smirk grew sinister as he found his prey but to find those lips shaking caused his beautiful eyes to shrink.

“Hmm? Anguish? In my club?”

Finishing his drink in one go, he rose, slightly tipsy but thrilled to inquire how someone could be sorrowful in an enthusiastic place.

When he walked close to her, he saw the tears glistening on her cheeks. 

‘So I wasn’t imagining, they were tears after all,’

Bewitched not just by her physical form but her aura too, which was emitting some deep grief and liberation.

Out of curiosity, he found himself eradicating the distances, closer, closer, closer. He looked down at her as she seemed petite as compared to him. 

‘What a beautiful tear.’

Thinking sincerely, he brought his hand close to her to wipe the tears present on her cheeks and spoke in his heavenly deep voice.

"What deluged you in sorrows?"

She stopped dancing and looked at him. She raised an eyebrow at him. 

“Huh?” 

She realized that she was crying as his hand was wiping her tears. She yanked his hand away and took a step back.

"It doesn't concern you." 

Hissing angrily, she turned to leave but his body reacted on its own and he found himself capturing her in his proximity.

“Don’t bother me.” She muttered, averting her gaze.

Twisting her wrist, her body abruptly fell on his toned chest as she gasped when he held her waist firmly and brought his hand to caress her cheeks. 

“Why not, Dear?” 

“Am I not allowed to be intrigued by a unique crystal I just saw?” He teased her playfully, raising an eyebrow temptingly.

His eyes stopped at her lips, sending a shiver down her spine to find their breaths blending.

He didn't know what took over him as he found himself getting dazzled by her.

“No. You are nobody to involve yourself in my matter.” 

Leaning forward that her soft voice and panting was audible among the booming music.

She unintentionally held his black shirt as her big emerald eyes flicker with innocence with a pound heart, drying her throat.  

She swallowed hard when his hand made contact with her cheeks, body tensing slightly when he stopped right at her ears.

He whispered seductively, “I can become much more than that only if you allow me.” 

The huskiness in his voice, made her body weak, her mind turning blind. 

The only thing enthralled him was the secrets she was hiding. 

Why shed a tear in his club? Why be sorrowful in his presence? Why such resistance?

"What happened? Are you okay?"

He leaned in close to her face as she turned her head away. 

"Get away." She said timidly.

A smirk playing along his thick lips, finding her demeanor, her confusion and worry, amusing.

Turning her head away from him. He leaned in close to her, pressing his body against her.

"What if I don't? I am not asking for much, a few words won’t hurt, Dear. It will lighten your heart as well," 

The strong smell of cigarettes reached Garnet as she grit her teeth and somehow felt courageous. 

“I said. Get away before I make you.” She breathed out. 

“Quench my thirst of curiosity, I am not asking for much. Besides you are standing in my arena then as its owner, I couldn’t let anyone leave with a sorrowful heart.” 

He shrugged, not backing away, curling his lips upward for assurance but she was not ready to have any contact for now.

"Get the hell away from me." 

Garnet snarled, trying to push him away. He didn't even flinch, smirk converting into a smile.

A controlling one. 

She was the allure of tonight that means she will be his.

But, when she was resisting firmly, he knew there was nothing much left. 

Roy was about to pull away, obviously he couldn’t force her. 

“Huff, fin-”

But, Garnet lost her patience and did what she should to stop a stranger from interfering.

She slapped him to make him get away.

“Get away, asshole!” 

Yelling, she gained a fair portion of attention as he stood immobilized with wide eyes and dropped mouth.

She narrowed her eyes at him as everyone turned their attention to see that the infamous personality was slapped by an ordinary girl.

"Not every woman is a toy you can use to be intimate! Who the hell do you think you are!? Go to hell, You Bastard!" 

She yelled and pointed her middle finger at him in a contemptible way as he stood stunned.

“I have no intention of wasting my time with a trivial man like you.” She growled, staggering him and everyone.

“Did you hear? She called him trivial,” 

“Is she doing this for attention?”

“How can she slap him?”

A series of whispering echoed, music stopped, everyone preferred to witness this sight more.

She stomped her feet on the ground and turned and left the club beyond angry.

The sound of whispers filled the club as Roy stood there absolutely stunned about what happened, that a woman could resist him and not just that-

Slapped him.

He touched his cheeks as he felt the stinging pain of her slap burning his fragile male ego, evoking the urge to make her pay for her action.

“How dare she…”

He cursed under his breath and walked out with a strong desire for vengeance for this slap which left him insulted before everyone.

Initiating A Game Of Revenge.