It was Friday night when I decided that, once and for all, I wanted to have some fun. My friend, Davina Park, has convinced me to go to this new club downtown, and for the first time, I took her up on her offer. I would turn eighteen years old in two months' time, and I already had a boyfriend who wanted nothing but to get married as soon as we had our graduation ceremony in a fortnight.

Becoming his wife was something I wasn't entirely sure I was ready for. Because, for once, we have only been with each other for four months, which, in my opinion, was not enough to build a life together. Yet, no matter how many times I have told Brett Welsh about it, he always tried to talk me out of it. He kept on mentioning his own parents, who had married young and were only in their late thirties now. He talked about my dad and how marriage could be my way out of his controlling grip. To be fair, he hasn't always been like that. He has changed since my mom passed away when I was eight.

Taking a deep, calming breath, I shoved all these thoughts away and focused on getting ready for the evening. My dad was at his office downtown and he told me he would stay there all night. I had told him that Dav was going to come over for a sleepover, so this was a perfect plan. Knowing my impeccable records, my dad would not suspect a thing. After making sure that I looked decent by glancing at the mirror once, I grabbed my purse and heels and then headed downstairs.

By the time I opened the front door, Davina was already there waiting for me. "Girl, you took your time." She shook her head and then gave me a once-over. "You look nice though. I will give you that."

My best friend, Eros Adler, was supposed to come and pick us up, but he was running late. Dav suggested that I be the one to call him, claiming that he would pick it up once he saw it was my number and would even go over the mile and run a few lights just to get here. According to her, Eros had me up on his priority list, even higher than his girlfriend, Crystal. I honestly did not think it was the truth. Even if it was, I knew there was nothing romantic about it despite Dav's claim. After all, Eros and I have grown up together hence we indeed had a special bond. But it wasn't the romantic kind.

Almost a few heartbeats after I hit the call button, Eros's voice greeted me with a simple, "Hello."

"Oh, hi there," I stole a glance at Davina and watched her grinning from ear to ear, knowing that she has proven her point. I decided to ignore her. "Are you close?"

"Yep, look straight ahead," he said with a low chuckle. When I looked up, Eros had arrived and was getting out of his car while holding his phone to his ear. "Ready to go?"

After I ended the call, I nodded at him, put my phone in my purse, and turned to Davina. "Shall we?"

Davina giggled as she accepted my offer and linked her arms with mine. "We shall."

It did not take longer than fifteen minutes before the three of us got inside the club and it took lesser than that for Eros to get us our drinks with his ID. Technically he was three years older than the rest of us and unlike Davina and me, who needed fake IDs to get into the club, he simply had to flash his real one.

"What exactly did you tell Robert?" Eros asked curiously once he chugged half of his drink and hissed as the alcohol hit him hard.

"I told him that Dav and I are having a sleepover while he has his at the office," I answered truthfully and smiled when I saw Eros groan. He and my dad were really close and Eros was practically the only guy that my dad would trust me with. Sometimes their bond made me jealous because, on some occasions, it felt as if he was his child and not me. "Relax, I am not committing a felony or something. I was just going to a club." I watched the glass that I was holding and tried to guess what liquor Eros had gotten for me. Based on the transparent color, it could be vodka or gin.

It seemed that I did not have to try that hard because the next second, he told me. "It's just soda, Xy."

"What?" I quickly glanced up and met his beautiful eyes. Eros had a central Heterochromia. It was a condition that caused his eyes to have two colors: light blue and deep green. The one around his iris was light blue, just like the morning sky in the summer, while the rest was deep, moss green, like the dampened grass after the rain. His eyes were beautiful and sometimes made me want to stare at them all day long. Although this time, they didn't hinder me from my annoyance. "I want a proper drink," I protested, giving him a pointed look.

"Yeah, no." Eros shook his head. "I am not about to get you drunk besides— " His phone rang, and he fished it out of his pocket, then glanced down at the screen. He grimaced as he glanced back at me and said, "I have to take this."

Without uttering a word, he walked towards the exit sign, leaving both me and Davina confused. Once I made sure that he had walked out of the club, I pulled out my fake ID from my purse. "At least now I can get a real drink." I stood and walked towards the bar.

The bartender clocked me in once he saw me approaching the bar. "What can I get you?"

I cursed inwardly, not sure what drink would be good for a first-timer. "What do you recommend?" I asked him instead, hoping that he did not find it weird that someone just came up to him without knowing what they wanted.

"Witch Doctor," he said with a loopy grin. "Do you want some?"

Before I could respond, a stranger walked to my side. His arm brushed mine as he leaned into the counter and said in an accent that those posh people who lived in West London would have. "I would appreciate it if you do not mess with her. A glass of gin and tonic would suffice."

The bartender looked somewhat pissed, but he obliged and got himself busy preparing the drink. I turned to the stranger and looked up, past the muscled arm bouncing the black suit he was wearing, all the way past his movie star jaw to his silver-grey eyes and a face that had my jaw on the floor. Before I lost my words, I swallowed and said in a voice that I hoped would tell him to back off, "Excuse me, but I am perfectly able to order my own drink."

"Is that so?" The stranger lifted one curious brow. "And does a drink made of rum, coconut rum, banana rum, and at least five different rum sound like something you truly want?" He shook his head and leaned in my direction.

It wasn't easy, but I had to admit it even though I hated it. Seven shots of rum sounded like it was about six too many for me. I recalled back on my sixteenth birthday when Eros had managed to sneak in one beer for me and I had ended up having the worst headache the next morning. Alcohol and I didn't really get along. Instead of answering his question, I decided to ignore him as I turned my attention back to the bartender.

"So may I know what your name is, or do I have to try a little harder on my manners?" He continued to stare at me as if he could not take a hint, his arm brushing mine, yet he did not look a bit sorry that he was touching me. Blue and green lights from the middle of the dance floor flashed across his face as sex rolled off him in hot waves. His steely gaze held mine, and I could feel it in my bones that he was nothing but trouble. I could tell by the tumble in my stomach and the catch of my breath. I should probably run. Get the hell out of here and run. And yet despite my efforts, my feet remained rooted to the ground, and I stood there, transfixed by those captivating silver gaze as if I fell into some bizarre, dizzying trance. Before I could catch myself or think it through, I answered his question with "Xyrra."

"Xyrra," he said, as if he was tasting the feel of my name on his tongue. "Delighted to make your acquaintance, Xyrra."

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Call it chemistry, or instant attraction. Or perhaps a simple one such as hormones. Whatever it was, a few minutes later I found myself pressed against him. Things had gotten out of hand quite drastically. This was uncharted territory for me, something I didn't even dare to imagine, and yet it was as if he was opening the door to my wild side, one I had never thought I had.

He kicked the bathroom door closed with his foot, then removed my dress in one swift move as if it was made out of pure silk. I held onto him tightly, with my arms around his neck. Wearing nothing but my white bra and panties, I arched my back and let him ravish my mouth with his hot, passionate kisses. In all honesty, I was completely overwhelmed. This was not my first kiss, I had kissed at least three boys up until now, and yet his kiss was different. It quite literally lit me up inside. Every touch caused my skin to tingle, and when he bit my bottom lip, I felt like I was going to explode into thousand little pieces yet the way his arm pressed my body against his, I had this odd feeling that he was not going to let me shatter just yet.

He kissed the side of my neck, right where it met my shoulder, and sucked my skin into his hot, wet mouth, and any reservations I might have had about telling him to stop were long forgotten. Instead, I slid my hands up his chest to his shoulders and rose to the balls of my feet, pressing the length of my body against his. Against my bare cleavage, I could feel every fiber of his white shirt and all I wanted was to rip it open so I could feel him, skin-to-skin contact.

The stranger groaned, which nearly sounded like a growl, and against my pelvis, I felt his rock-hard erection. The room temperature was rising every second. I opened my mouth a little wider and devoured him with passionate, feeding kisses. Undiluted lust twisted my stomach into knots. For the first time, she felt so alive, so burned up inside. I moved my hands over his shoulders and back, and ran my fingers through his thick dark hair. Gosh, I wanted him. Badly.

As I fumbled with the buttons of his white shirt, not really sure what I was doing or whether I wanted to keep it close or rip his shirt open, he saved time by undoing his belt and fly, then pushed his trousers down his muscled thighs. I gasped as I felt his hand slide under the front of my panties. He cupped my crotch in his hot hand, and I almost fell to the floor. Fuck!

His fingers brushed upward, into my moist flesh, and everything got hotter, more intense. A blur. A rush.

Before he could do anything further, we heard the knock on the door behind him and a female voice that followed, "Is anyone in there? Are you cleaning the toilet? I really need to pee. Can you just let me in for a second?"

Almost immediately, as if I was being splashed by a bucket of cold water, I realized what I was doing. I was in the toilet, at the back of the club, stripped down to my underwear with a stranger that I had only known for fifteen minutes. And right there, on the other side of the door, was none other than my friend, Davina.

"Shit." I took a step back away from him, picked up my discarded dress, and hastily put it back on. I retrieved his suit from the sink and then handed it to him. He stayed quiet while putting on his pants and accepting the suit. As he was about to walk to the door, I swiftly grabbed his arm. "No, you're not going out there right now."

He frowned. His dark eyes watched me quizzically. There was something dangerous about the way he looked at me that caused my skin to tingle and my heart to beat faster than usual. Ignoring my crazy heartbeat, I focused on his eyes and that was when I realized that the darkness in his pupils slowly disappeared and a pair of silver eyes were staring back at me. Before I could utter another word, he asked, "Then what do you suppose I should do?"

"Hide." Ignoring his protest, I shoved him into one of the stalls and then closed the door before opening the bathroom door. "Do not get out of this stall before I told you to," I whispered to the door, hoping that Davina would not be able to hear any of this.

By the time I swung the door open, pretending that it was jammed, the first thing I said to my friend was, "Thank you." Although she did not know it, she had saved me from having sex with a complete stranger.

Davina stared at me in confusion. "I thought you went home already."

"No," I shook my head as I walked out of the bathroom so he could not hear our conversation. "Although I think I should go home now. I feel like I am developing a headache." It was not entirely a lie, I began to feel my brain throbbing against my skull as I thought about Brett, my sweet boyfriend who believed in fairy tales and happy endings, and a few minutes ago, I had been with another guy, betraying his trust. Hell, he did not even know that I was here. Just like my dad, he truly thought Davina and I were having sleepovers.

"Do you want me to take you home?"

Right before I answered, a blond guy approached us and put his arm possessively around Davina's waist. "Are you done?"

Watching him closely, he looked rather familiar although I could not pinpoint exactly where I had seen him before.

"Give me a minute," she told him.

He nodded. "I'll be at the bar then." The blonde guy pressed a kiss on Davina's temple then turned around and left.

"I can just haul a cab," I quickly informed Davina before she could say anything. "Don't worry about me. Just go and have fun, Dav."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah. No worries."

"Let me know if you can't get a cab, okay?"

"I will call Eros if that happens, Dav." I smiled as I adjusted my purse on my shoulder.

"Okay. Text me once you get home, Xy." Davina leaned in and gave me a hug then was about to go into the bathroom when I caught her arm.

"I think the lock seems to be faulty." I pointed at the perfectly good and functioning lock and stared at it as if it was a poisonous snake. "You should take the other bathroom at the front. Better safe than sorry."

"Good call." Davina nodded and then walked away. Once she was nowhere to be seen, I opened the bathroom door and said, "The coast is clear."

There was a click before one of the stalls' doors swung open and he stepped outside, looking like he had just stepped out of a magazine. There was something in his eyes that told me he did not appreciate what I had just done to him and, even though I was not proud of my behavior, I would not apologize to him. He looked like he was used to getting what he wanted, and there was no doubt that a quickie in the bathroom had been in his mind all along. Too bad that he had met me instead. "Okay then, bye."

"Till we meet again, Love," he said with a mischievous smile.

"Nope, don't think so." I turned around and walked away.

His words followed me all the way home that night like a constant reminder of what I had done today. I cursed as I opened the front door and let myself in when I realized I had told him my full name while he had not told me his. I did not even know his first name. "Stupid," I chastised myself before turning around to lock the front door and then heading to the back of my house.

I stripped my clothes, dumped them inside the washing machine, and let them soak in water and detergent before turning the washing machine on. I grabbed some dried clothes that had not been ironed in the laundry room and quickly put them on before making my way to my bedroom upstairs. Right before I went to bed, I hoped I would never lay my eyes on him ever again so I could pretend that all of this was just a nightmare.

But I was proven wrong merely a few days later.

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Dear Gentle Readers, please bear with this author (and the story). This author has many surprises to come! ;)