Chapter 2 A One-night Stand With A Halfwit

• “I don't know who…the fuck you are…but…screw you! Screw You!” Rita was completely drunk and disoriented.
• Her life was a mess. She was suffocating under the reality that she had to break up with Steven, whom she loved so deeply, simply because she was being forced to marry a jerk she barely knew.
• She angrily shook off the hand of the man who had tried to stop her, her heart in turmoil. Who was he? Why did he care about her? He didn’t know anything about her pain and struggle; he didn’t even know her.
• Rita didn’t care if she passed out drunk or what happened next. The more chaotic things became, the more it seemed to distract her from the awful reality, even if just for a little while.
• “Th-the moon…take me to the moon!” Rita tipsily drawled with her head lying on the counter.
• Soon after, she dropped a few notes on the table and she struggled to get on her feet.
• Rita staggered, trying to walk out of the bar but her arm was yanked by one of the hungry-looking men that had been gawking at her.
• “And what's a beautiful woman like you doing all alone?” He asked, disgustingly licking his lips.
• The bartender felt pity towards Rita, but he knew better than to interfere unless he wanted to lose his job.
• “L-let me go.” Rita slurred. She was not in her right senses, but the man holding her, disgusted her to the extent she felt like puking.
• “I'll let you go, dear. But that's when I'm done. No worries, I'll treat you well.” He smiled and his friends cheered him on, while they stared lustfully at Rita.
• “G-et off. You stink.” Rita mumbled, trying to push the man off, but his grip on her tightened.
• “I like the wild cat.” One of them said and the others laughed, their laughter tinged with a rude irony.
• Just when the one holding Rita was about to grope her waist, she was suddenly yanked off by a force. Her body was pulled off balance and she hit something hard with her back.
• Rita let out a yelp as her back landed on a wall. No, a chest. She let out a relieved sigh, his mesmerizing scent filling her nose, unlike the other men, his scent did not give her a nauseous feeling.
• “Fuck off. All of you.” The man growled at them, his voice full of warning of danger.
• “How dare you–”
• "Don't make me say it again. Now, go away," he murmured threateningly as he drew a sleek black pistol from his waist and began to idly twirl it in his hand. The gun glinted coldly in the dim light, a stark reminder that the man before them was not someone to be trifled with.
• They instantly looked frightened, exchanged understanding glances, and silently retreated. They knew all too well that confronting this man was never a good idea.
• He settled her bills along with his and he stood up from his chair, making way to carry Rita.
• A pair of muscular arms were wrapped around Rita, but she was too drunk to say anything as he placed her on his shoulders.
• “You smell so good.” She mumbled in a sultry voice and it took all the self-control in the stranger not to flip her on the table and fuck her. Hard.
• Fortunately, her dress was long enough to cover her legs properly, yet her rounded backside was in clear view, which was gasped upon by the men around while they made their way out.
• He walked straight to his red Bugatti Veyron that was packed at the side of the bar.
• “Stay still.” He mumbled, while trying to wrap the seat belt around Rita who kept muttering on how good he smelled. He was almost done with the seat belt when she landed her lips on his, taking him unaware.
• To say the taste of her lips was enticing was an understatement. It felt like being kissed by an aphrodisiac!
• The woman was a temptation.
• He tried to push her off. He volunteered to take her out of the bar to protect her, not sleep with her. But Rita wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him deeply. That was when Michael Romeo lost control.
• His right hand went for her flawless face, caressing her freckle-covered cheeks, then gave her lower lips a quick bite.
• “Oh…”
• The most arousing moan he had ever heard in his life elicited from her lips, it sounded like music to his ears and Micheal took that as an initiative to deepen the kiss.
• He nibbled and sucked on her lips hungrily, as he drove his tongue into her mouth, he tasted alcohol. And that turned him on the more.
• “Take…take me please!” Rita moaned in between the kiss, her arms wrapped around his neck. Her dark eyes were rare yet sparkled beautifully. Micheal cursed himself slowly for giving in to his demons.
• “We need a hotel room.” He muttered, disengaging from the kiss.
• Next morning, Rita woke up feeling pains all over her body.
• This wasn't as a result of overworking herself or the bearing from her stepmother, but it ached from between her legs.
• A painful groan escaped her slightly swollen lips as she sat upright on the king-sized bed.
• It took a while for her brain to fully recollect what had transpired last night, and fearfully and hoping profusely that her thoughts were wrong, she moved the sheet away from her legs.
• She went to a bar and got drunk. And..the stranger.
• “Oh fuck me!” Rita yelled at the sight of blood on the bed.
• She fucking lost her virginity to fucking stranger. A stranger!!
• “Riri, you're such a fool.” She mumbled, burying her face in her palms out of shame.
• The last thing she remembered was kissing someone then… Asking to be taken, and…he took her.
• “Shit.” She cursed, lifting her head only to meet him standing there.
• The gorgeousness of this man should be considered illegal cos… he's insanely dashing!
• The blue suit he had suited his oceanic blue eyes perfectly, and it was undeniably how mesmerizing he was.
• This was the man she lost her first time to?
• Rita was still naked and a duvet was wrapped around her chest, but the hard gaze in his eyes made her feel naked..
• “10 million dollars, is that enough for a fee?” He threw a check in front of her broke her out of her trance.
• Rita picked the check and frowned deeply.
• “I am not a whore!” She muttered under her breath.
• “Considering your actions of last night, you are one.”
• Yeah, — this handsome stranger was emotionless and insensitive as hell. Rita hated him instantly.
• “I said one more time, I’m not a whore! And I do not need your money!” Enraged, she tore the check apart at once.
• Michael scoffed at her, then made his way out of the hotel room.
• “Don't you dare walk out on me! Take this piece of paper with you — I don't need it!” Rita gnashed infuriatingly and he didn't spare her a glance before leaving.
• “I…! I fucking hate that bastard! Argh!!!” She mumbled, running her hand through her hair and letting out a frustrated sigh.