Megan

My eyes were closed but I could still see flickering lights through my almost shut lids. I let my head fall back a little and felt his soft lips on my neck; gentle kisses and small bites that caused excitement to my numbed senses. He held me tightly, one hand on my lower back while the other gently caressed my rib cage. He was getting dangerously close to my breast. I opened my eyes and was greeted by bright gleams that quickly changed colors. The lights were focused on the dance floor and that almost too much to handle for my befuddled brain.

Alcohol relaxed my body and calmed my usually busy mind, and I enjoyed it in that moment. My head felt a little too heavy for my neck as I swayed my whole body to the sensuous rhythm of the music. I leaned my ears on his chest while putting both of my arms over his shoulder in a grip to keep my balance. The loud thumping of the drums had synchronized with my heart beat, and it was getting faster by the second.

I looked up to see his face and was greeted by a pair of hungry light-brown eyes. My gaze wandered down to his lips and that was invitation enough for him to crush his mouth onto mine. With my eyes shut, I kissed him back with the same intensity. My senses were heightened, I could taste the alcohol on his tongue and lips, and smell the scotch in his breath. As I pressed my body against his, I could feel his excitement against my belly and it felt good to be the object of his desire.

A piercing pain at the back of my head jerked me out of my heated daze. I realized someone just grabbed me by the hair and was pulling me away from the guy I was kissing.

"You fûcking liar! You cheating bastard! How could you do this to me?"

What the freakin' hell was going on?

I turned to look for the owner of the screeching voice and saw a brown haired beauty with tears in her eyes. Her anger filled face woke me up from my drunken stupor as my brain began to process the words she had just said. Liar? Cheating bastard? Then it hit me. The guy I had been smooching had to have been her boyfriend who was cheating on her with me.

Oh hell no! Not with me! No one does this to me and lives to talk about it!

My fist hit his nose with the severity of a hammer that drove into a nail in one bash. He covered his bleeding nose with both his hands and began swearing like a sailor. "That was for cheating on her with me," I bellowed into his ear, "And this is for her, you little piece of cheating shit!" And I rammed my right knee into his groin. He squalled, curled up in pain and ended up on the floor, with one hand over his nose and while the other covered his male friend.

I looked down at his pitiful form and wondered if my reaction was a little too much. However, after I saw the tears falling from the other young woman's eyes, I knew it was not. You got what you deserve, you asshôle! Grabbing the woman by the hand I led her out of the club. It was quite a difficult task to concentrate on walking in my inebriated state through the crowd with her on tow, but we were outside in no time.

She was sobbing by the time we were in front of the club. I put a finger under her chin and pushed her face up a little so that I could look her in the eyes, "That stupid jerk isn't worth a single one of your precious tears!" She nodded affirmatively as I wiped the drops of betrayal off of her cheeks with my thumbs, "Do you want to go grab a drink with me somewhere else?" Again she agreed by smiling at me.

"There is a quiet bar close by, it's never really crowded. We can talk there if you want."

"I would love that! Thank you...?"

"Megan, I'm Megan Roberts."

"Nice to meet you, Megan. I'm Samantha Hayes, you can call me Sam. All my friends do. Please forgive me for pulling your hair earlier. I don't know what had gotten into me. I would have grabbed his, but he was too tall," she looked apologetic.

"No need to apologize, Sam. Does that mean I am your friend now too?" I beamed at her

"Of course you are. You did what I would have never dared to do to that stupid bastard. You even kneed him for me. Thank you for that, by the way."

"The pleasure was all mine after realizing what an asshole he was." I said as I opened the door of the nearby bar for her to enter, "Let's talk over some drinks and I promise you by the time the night is over, you won't feel any regret for the douchebag anymore."

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How very true my words were, because the only regret we felt the next morning were the many drinks we had had, that caused one hell of a hangover.

"Ugh. My head!" I croaked as I crawled off my bed, "Water! For the love of God, someone give me water!" I rolled onto my back as I lied on my carpeted floor. My throat ached and was completely dry and in need of something to drink. With great effort I heaved myself off the floor and leaned onto my mattress for support.

After looking around I realized someone was lying on my bed. I couldn't remember who it could possibly be, since only brief scenes of the previous night came popping into my head. How I got home and with whom, I had no idea, so I moved slowly around the bed to gaze into the face of the stranger.

Relief washed over me when I recognized the face of Sam, the ex of the two timing ass I was with the night before. I remembered her and what happened at the bar came bubbling up from the depths of my brain; at least most of it. After a short visit in the bathroom, I went into the kitchen to get water and an aspirin and replayed some scenes of the previous night as I sat on the kitchen counter while drinking.

We talked and she told me she had been dating him for six months and that he was supposed to be at work doing some overtime, but that a friend of her saw him enter the club with me. Naturally, she came to investigate since she felt that he had been acting weird in the last few weeks.

After telling her that last night had been our third date, and that I hadn't slept with him, she was furious about his sneaky behavior and she congratulated me for not having taken the next step with him yet. At least, I didn't have to experience his mediocrity in bed, she had confided in me. She had been convincing herself that maybe the sex with him would get better with time, and since he had behaved gentlemanly in general, she hadn't wanted to give up on the relationship too early.

We had several drinks and were invited to even more, by several men in the bar who were trying to flirt with us. The free drinks of course we hadn't refused, but the numbers we got were left behind under the table. The bartender knew me, as I had already been there a couple of times. He was the one who called us a cab to make sure I got home safely with her.

I made coffee and cooked breakfast, as I knew she would need some, once she woke up. And soon after I finished, I heard a moaning sound coming from the bedroom.

"My head! My head is killing me!" She complained as I walked into the bedroom to give her a glass of water with aspirin.

"Good morning, Sam-shine!" I winked at her as I handed her the glass, "Drink up and have some breakfast with me. I just finished cooking it."

"How can you be this chirpy after a night like yesterday?"

"Oh, it requires a great metabolism and a lot of practice, my friend. And for the record, I did feel bad when I woke up, but the headache never lasts very long with me," I explained, "Follow me! Dining room is this way. If you need to use the bathroom first, it's that way," as I pointed at the door adjacent to my bedroom.

We ate our breakfast while talking to each other about ourselves. I knew I found a new and genuine friend in her and was happy that the ugly events of last night led to a great new friendship. This realization brought thoughts of Eden, my best friend, into my mind.

Eden still hadn't answered my call when I phoned her yesterday. Today was the third day that I couldn't reach her. I decided to contact her parents to ask them if she still hasn't called me by the end of the day. After going to hers and Vic's apartment two days ago and nobody opened, I got suspicious since I knew her work schedule, and she had had a late shift the night before so she had to have been resting at home that day.

When I heard my phone ring, I ran to it and answered eagerly after seeing that it was Eden who was calling, "Eden! What the hell? Why couldn't I get a hold of you the last three days? What's wrong? Is everything okay?"

"I'm sorry for not answering your calls, Bobby, I've just been very busy lately." Her voice sounded strange, as if she had a lump in her throat that she was desperately trying to hide from me, "What kind of an excuse is that? We talk on the phone almost every day, Ems! Even if it's just for a minute, so tell me what's really going on." There was a silence on the phone, as if she had just put it on mute so I wouldn't hear anything coming from her side.

"Hello? Are you still there? Ems? Eden! Say something!" I said worriedly, "I'll come by your place tonight after your work. We can talk then. Will Vic be home?" I began walking around my apartment nervously. What was going on with Eden?

"No! Don't come! I'm actually not at home right now, and I will be gone for a while!"

"What? What do you mean gone? Gone where? Where are you? When will you come back? What's going on?" I stopped in my tracks. Something smelled fishy. There was definitely something wrong going on.

"Please, Bobbie, not now! I promise, I will explain everything when I get back. I will be calling you often, not everyday though." she begged me.

"Okay, but promise me you'll call!" I let it go because I heard it in her voice that she needed time.

"I promise! Talk to you soon! I love you!"

"I love you too!"

We hung up. I was determined to go to see Vic and demand to know what had happened.

Just wait, you little bastard! You better not have hurt her, or I will hurt you!

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