One

     I bit my bottom lip and bore my eyes into the green-eyed gentleman sitting in front of me.

He seemed completely smitten by me, and I liked that he was succumbing to my charms.

"To be honest, I don't understand why a beautiful woman like you would be interested in someone as dull as me." He laughs as he steadies his glasses in front of his eyes.

 I would give it to him because although he has beautiful eyes, he is not particularly attractive overall. I also question why a woman of my beauty would be interested in someone like him.

And nothing adds up to the fact that I'm bored and my friends utterly ignored me to hang out with their matchmaking partners after I took the effort to invite them to the biggest club house in town where we could have the fun of our lives is nothing more than the latter. I'm just getting bored right now.

"I think you're not only attractive, but also funny," I say with a smile.

I am fully aware that I am lying.

He blushes and leans in closer. "My name is Boris."

"Boris... What a sweet name." I reach across the table and play to his fingertips.

"I... am Tammy," I say, smiling.

I go by Scarlett, and he doesn't need to know that; I just want to have some fun.

"Tammy," he giggles weirdly, "a pretty name for such a pretty girl."

  Boris looks around, his glasses slipping as he turns his head from side to side.

My glance wanders around his face, attempting to figure out what he was looking at.

He finally stops gazing and turns to face me.

"You know." He starts. "It's a little cold and uninteresting down here, so let's head upstairs and take up residence in one of those heart-pounding music rooms."

I muffle a smile. "What are you talking about? It's wonderful down here." 

"But it'll be better up there." He continues by slipping his hand up to mine and clasping our hands together.

I instantly draw my hand to me. "You know what. Why don't you go ahead, I'll meet you there, and I should go get ready."

"Really?" His eyes sparkle with delight.

The upstairs rooms were clearly designed for people or couples who intended to make out or do step number two.

And there was no way that I would ever consider doing that with him  

"Of course," I glanced down at my thighs, like I was really going to get ready. 

"All right, I'll wait, " He climbs to his feet and quickly disappears from view.

I stand up and exhale a relief-filled sigh.

At the very least, I got rid of that one. I sometimes wonder why I flirt so much.

Maybe it's because I get such a rush from watching males submissive to me. It is more than amazing to see them tremble at your words and stare, to see them fall at your every breath. Some men, though, may feel that I am overly attached to them and then become clingy. 

     I pull my phone from the back pocket of my jeans shorts and decide to call my friends. 

   And, as expected, none of them responded, leaving me with no choice but to return home.

 Of course, they can have the best night of their lives, and I can go home and sulk with my pillows around me, and the next day they can all chat and brag about how they had the best night, leaving me feeling all left out as usual.

   I make my way to the club's main door, every inch of it already smelling like beer and lustful guys.

As my hand reached to push the glass door open, a large hand grasped my wrist, preventing me from doing so.

My gaze swiftly shifts from the doorknob to the man in front of me.

"Hey, pretty," he says, smiling.

I sigh. "What do you want?"

  He appeared pale, with his cheek flushed, his eyes as if he was about to eat me raw, and his pupil just hid under his upper eyelid, indicating how wasted he was. 

"What do I want?" He repeats, and steps in front of me. 

"I do not know... You like a beautiful wine given exclusively at night, and you are everything I might desire ". 

 Of course, horny guys and lame pick-up lines are a given at a clubhouse. 

I force a smile. "Well, I am sorry to be the one to break your bubble, but I am not anywhere close to being a beautiful wine, and I am the last person on earth that you would ever want to be around."

Okay, coming to a club like this after 11 o'clock at night is always great when you're with your pals or lover or any type of companion, but if you're a woman and you're there by yourself, then every man in the club would just want to entice you.

But this isn't my first time here, and also not my first time with someone like him.  

"Well I think you're wrong." The man beams.

We both are clearly the same height and I am about five feet nine inches tall, and staring at this man is just making my anger towards my friends worsen. 

"Look, I don't have time for this. Just let me be." I sigh. 

I pull my hand from his grip with all the forces my body could emit and walked out of the club and into the cold night 

   My head is spinning erratically as I look in all directions in the hopes of spotting a cab on the run.

I am aware that I cannot and will not be able to get a taxi, yet despite this certainty, there is still a part of me that holds out hope. 

I look down at my phone and see that it is getting close to twelve in the morning.

 "shit." I cuss.

I should have known better than to expect to see a freaking taxi in this dummy city.

   I freeze on my spot the moment I feel something hot on my neck, like someone's breath. 

  What the hell! 

  

A pair of flabby hands sneaks out from my side and ties a knot in front of my waist 

My eyes widen in surprise, and I spin around to pounce on whoever the pervert was, but I am caught off guard when I feel the person's tongue lick my neck and scream in despair    

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