Chapter 2

• Chapter 2
• Asona's POV
• I suddenly felt uncomfortable. Left in a strange place with no friends or familiar people. I decided to use the bathroom.
• “Hey Waitress!”
• A scowl appeared on her face
• “It's Ciara."
• “I need to use the bathroom."
• I said, ignoring her statement.
• “It's the first turn by your left down the hallway."
• She stared me down.
• “Hope you can walk? You look wasted.”
• “Of course I have legs, Waitress."
• I snapped. The last word was meant to annoy her.
• “Call me a waitress all you want, but you are no better than me."
• She snarled.
• “Isn't that who you are?”
• I smiled, knowing it got to her.
• “At least I was born an Omega, not demoted."
• The bitch knew me.
• A devilish grin appeared on her lips as she went about her duties like she had not just dealt me a low blow.
• I had been insulted and mistreated back home. I escaped to the club every now and then, because everyone was treated the same there. Now this idiot in front of me had reminded me of my predicament.
• Hot tears threatened to run down my eyes. I would never let her see me cry.
• Without another word, I got up from the barstool with the intention of going to the bathroom to bawl my eyes out before slamming into a wall.
• A wall with hard defined muscles, and astonishing blue eyes.
• I suddenly felt queasy. My legs felt like they were balanced on the tiniest kebab sticks instead of my block heels.
• “Watch where you are going, Clumsy."
• A voice that sounded like thunder came from behind the wall.
• “Oh sorry Mr's , but the last time I checked, you were in my way."
• I shot a glare at the massive wall in front of me and the equally impressive stature of the man behind him.
• He looked like a bodyguard.
• “Now, if you would excuse me, I was on my way out.”
• The wall in front stared me down with cold blue eyes before moving out of my way.
• Asshole. He couldn't even apologise.
• He might as well be dumb, as he didn't say a word.
• The room spun as I walked out of the room on spaghetti feet. Partly because of the strobe lights and partly because of the alcohol. Where the hell was Townsy? I checked my leather watch. It was 11:00 pm already. Two hours later, no Townsy, no Shaya.
• I checked my reflection in front of the bathroom mirror. The waitress was right. I looked wasted. I splashed water on my face. Then more water and more water. I couldn't be in this strange place drunk.
• I brought out my phone from my mini velvet purse and put a call through to Townsy. No response. I did the same to Shaya. Still no response. I decided to leave a voice mail for Townsy.
• I walked back to my spot at the bar. Feeling a lot better, after splashing water on my face. The stool by me creaked by the weight of the man that just sat on it. He must weigh a ton. He turned to look at me and our eyes met. I felt a certain warmth in my belly. Oh it was Mr. Wall. This time not with his bodyguard. He had an unreadable expression on his face.
• I turned my face away..
• “I'll take Tequila."
• He addressed the Waitress that had an amorous grin as she poured the drink into his glass.
• “Is this okay?”
• She asked as she propped her chest on the counter, her full breasts in display, save for her nipples, as she batted her lashes at him.
• “Yes” he responded, his deep sultry voice echoed in my ear. His voice did something to my insides. Something I hadn't felt in a while. I wanted to strike up a conversation but he was an asshole so I wouldn't. I'd rather drink to stupor to drown out this feeling.
• “More tequila please."
• The waitress continued cleaning the shelf even though I was very sure she had heard me. My fists closed as anger pricked my skin, turning my face red.
• “Didn't you hear her?”
• The deep voice of the man by my side reverberated through me.
• “Oh yes…I'm sorry. In a minute.”
• She scampered about, visibly worried that the man she was trying to seduce, was upset with her.
• I mumbled a “thank you” to which he responded with a grunt and a deafening silence followed. Only the gulps from our throats as we both drank our shots, interrupted the silence.
• “Don't you think you've had too much to drink?”
• Whoa! Mr Icy blue eyes cared.
• “And why do you care?”
• Oops that came out wrong. I'm normally not this rude. I had just being in a crazy mood tonight.
• His eyes darkened and an impish grin crossed his face.
• “I see you are fiery one. Perfect."
• He threw the last contents of his glass down his throat.
• “I'll propose something to you.”
• His eyes darkened further.
• “You look like you are trying to drown out something with this."
• He gestured towards my half full glass.
• “You haven't …”
• His index finger suddenly landed on my lips in a vertical position. My breath hitched a bit.
• “Hush, I'm not done yet."
• His gaze lowered to my chest, where my heart beat wildly, threatening to burst through”
• “Like I said before you interrupted me."
• He stared straight at me."
• He had this bossy attitude. But it was damn sexy.
• “You are obviously trying to drown out something, instead of killing yourself with alcohol. Let me help you forget whatever it is that brought you here."
• My mouth opened in shock as I digested his words.
• His icy blue eyes looked like they belonged to a killer, not someone who randomly suggested sex to a stranger.
• “So what are you insinuating?”
• I managed to say in an embarrassingly high pitched voice as I struggled to contain my emotions.
• He pulled me closer with so much force I landed on his hard thighs. With something harder underneath. I gulped. I could feel desire pool in my belly.
• “Let's fuck and forget."
• His breath on my skin from beneath my ear where he had just whispered was too much for me. I felt like If he didn't touch me soon I'd pass out from all the lust I was feeling.
• “Stop touching me."
• My words came out like a quiver as I sprang to feet that felt like they no longer belonged to me. My body ached for more.
• I didn't know him from Adam. It wasn't wise to go with him. Maybe he wasn't who he said he was. Maybe he was a killer.
• His cold blue eyes stared daggers at me.
• I could see the waitress, her face reeked of hate as she struggled to concentrate on her job, spilling the contents of the bottle she was pouring for another customer.
• I heard him stand. He shot me one final look. His unreadable expression back in place. Without another word, he paid for his drinks and took regal steps towards the door. His long legs making it seem like it took him two steps to get to the door.
• His well-cut-out muscles flexed in his tuxedo as he turned the door knob. His bodyguard appeared by his side.
• “Wait” I shrieked without thinking. I guess my body had won the war over judgement.
• "Take me with you."