Just For Tonight~

Chapter 2

Just for Tonight~

Cassandra

Bianca has convinced me to stay. I look around, curious about the man I met upstairs. I don't want to meet him again, so I stay near the counter, exchanging words every now and then with the bartender who seems fun and with no flirting tone.

"Do you know about a boy- a man." I correct myself. That was no boy.

That was a man.

"Do you know about a man with blue eyes?" I ask. The bartender looks at me and raises his brow in question.

"I met him upstairs, I just want to know his name. That's all." I says and he nodded.

"They're many here, but blue eyes?" He thinks hard.

"Deep blue eyes and pointed nose, and dark hair, very dark and chiselled jaw like a Greek statue." I butt in and bit my lips when I realize what I was doing.

How could I have known all these from just those minutes we stood there?

"Uhmm." He looks at me weirdly and then smiles. "That would probably be Mr Grey you're talking about. With that description, you're talking about him. Our No. 1 VVIP. He stays upstairs." The bartender says with a look and winks at me.

I shake my head. "You're getting it all wrong, he's not that hot. I just want to know who he is and how to avoid him." I say.

"I never said anything about how hot he is- wait a minute, did he do something to you? If it's Mr Grey, we're talking about. He doesn't force himself or even talks to a woman." He says, confuse.

"It's okay." I nod at him and turn in time to see Johanna, my step sister.

She is a with a man and she's barely covered. The only thing covering her skin from the world is a flimsy material that's tied from her neck to her hip.

I turn so she wouldn't see me but the quick reflex makes her turn as well and she instantly recognizes me.

"Cassandra." She calls and rushes forward, dragging the man with her.

"Hey Johanna." I fake a smile, looking around for Bianca.

"Where's your 911 soldier? She couldn't me it? No." She clicks her tongue. "There's no way you'd come here all alone, are you cheating on Dexter or your buddy abandoned you." She laughs like a maniac that was just released from prison.

"I don't need a 911 soldier, Johanna. I can take care of myself, thank you very much but I can't say the same for you." I say and she scowl stepping forward towards me.

"I would cut it right there before you'd need another face reconstruction, Johanna dear." My best friend jumps in to save the day.

"Oh! If it isn't the best friend of the year, Bianca Oswald! Give it up for Bianca!" Johanna claps.

"Keep hiding behind cowards, Cassandra. You're a rat, you've always been one and you'll continue to be one." She rolls her eyes and walks away, muttering curses as she does.

"That was close." I breathe out.

"Stop letting those people tramp you like that. I was so ready to beat her to a pulp." Bianca says and I giggled.

I suddenly feel like someone is watching, so I look at the direction and I freeze. It's like my whole body stops moving as I stare back at the handsome looking man with deep blue eyes. He's holding the rails of the stairs, my gaze darts to the fingers he uses to brush the rails every now and then. The memory of his thump brushing my lips, comes flooding back and I quickly look away.

Grabbing my glass, I down every single thing in it and place it for more.

"Oh. Slow it down. Don't let Johanna's words get to you. We both know she doesn't mean a thing about it." Bianca tries to comfort me.

I know she means a lot about it but she isn't the one I'm thinking about right now.

"Do you want to dance?" Bianca asks and begins to tug at me without waiting for an answer.

I follow beside her without saying a word.

I probably need it, so I'll flush myself of this new tingling feeling radiating inside of me.

We walk to the dance floor where booming sound could destroy one's eardrum but people danced anyway without knowing how the sound affects their ear system.

"Don't think just dance. Forget about that asshole, Dexter and have one night to yourself." Bianca says and I give her a pointed look. She shrugs and begins to dance wildly.

I dance as well, rotating my hips to hers as everything begins to blur.

Bianca gets us another drink from the bar and we drink our sorrows away, still dancing to the beat of the song. On and On we drink and dance till I'm swaying from side to side.

"I aish, another drink." Bianca belched, still rubbing herself on a stranger. I am officially drunk. I shake my head, coming down the stage to get to the restroom. My head is banging and I can't even remember my own name.

"You okay, Gem?" The bartender calls out and I nod, flashing him a smile in my drunkenness.

When I get to the restroom, I walk in to a stall and did my business. I sway to the tap and begin to wash my hand when I feel a hand on my hips.

I turn around quickly, tripping as I do but firm hand catch me before I hit the ground.

I smile, staring at deep blue eyes and a smile so wide, I could drown in it. Mr hot, the man I had met before is looking messy but the right kind of messy. He looks more beautiful in a dress shirt. His muscles strain and I can't help myself but touch his arm and feel them.

"You followed me." I muse.

"You're drunk, Cara Mia." He mumbles.

I look up at him and smile. "And so are you." I reply and he chuckles.

"Do you know what happens to two hot strangers who are drunk?" He asks, trailing his left hand up my body. His right hand settles on my ass and he squeezes the hot flesh. I gasp, and he smiles.

His left hand raises my chin and he stares at me intensely.

"I want to know the name of the woman I'm fucking tonight." He says.

"Bold." I whisper and blacked out.

TBC