Chapter 4
Myles
The words leave my lips without a second thought. This woman…Fuck. I can feel the alcohol weighing on me. My head is fuzzy. The room sways behind her beautiful face. I can’t stop looking at those eyes. When she smiles, the light catches like the sunlight reflecting off the surface of the ocean.
“What are you trying to forget?” she whispers as she reaches behind her to unclasp her bra. Her perfect tits bounce as they fall from the thin fabric.
I think she asked me a question, but I was too distracted. Everything about this woman draws me in. I realize I’ve been staring at her tits for too long. Her cheeks are flushed a beautiful scarlet color, not too far off from the matching bra and thong.
“What did you ask?” My words slur as the alcohol continues to drag me further into its depths.
She leans forward, pressing her body against mine.
A pulse runs down my spine and causes my cock to throb.
She felt it. I know, because the second after it happened, the scarlet blush on her cheeks turned to the shade of carmine. Bright, vivid red.
“I asked you what you’re trying to forget? Lost love?”
“Not the kind of love you’re thinking.”
“Ah. Family member?” she asks. Her body tenses as I nod.
“Pretty much.” The pain that has slowly loosened its grip from around my heart for the last twenty years suddenly clutches on with a bruising force.
“I can understand that. I’ve lost family, too,” she shrugs.
Her lips tilt as a frown threatens to cast a shadow on this beautiful woman. Shadows can’t be cast over her because she is a fucking light. When she sat on my lap and asked about a dance, I swear to God, the room looked brighter. Her inner light…As bright as sunshine…
“I’m sorry, Sunshine. I didn’t mean to bring down the evening.”
“What did you call me?” she asks as she sits up. Her nails dig into my chest, and I can feel her legs tightening on my hips.
“Sunshine.”
“Why?” She doesn’t look mad, only confused.
“Sorry. Was that an ex's nickname for you?”
“No. Just…Never mind.” She leans again to kiss me. I want to ask her more, but she doesn’t let me.
I’m regretting these fucking restraints. I want to touch her. I want to feel every fucking inch of her beautiful body. I want to be able to feel the heat of her skin as I make her scream my name.
She’s grinding her body against mine as we kiss. I can feel the heat radiating off her. My cock is painfully hard. Fuck, I want to bury myself in her. I want to drown in her. She’s perfect and I want her!
“Doll,” I breathlessly try to break our kiss.
“What?” She barely pulls away. I can feel the tingling of electricity between our lips.
Suddenly, my vision starts to blur. Fuck, I drank too much.
I’m going to pass out. My eyes close again.
I can feel her fingers digging into my shoulders.
I can hear her voice, but it’s muffled as I drift further into intoxication.
Had I known I would be meeting her tonight, I would have never drunk this much. Oh well. I did say I wanted to forget…
“Hey!” She grips my chin, forcing my eyes open. The tips of her nails digging in are causing a welcomed pain.
“Yes, Sunshine?” I tease. As the blurriness fades a bit, I see her glaring at me. She looks feisty. It’s hot.
“I asked how do you know Declan?” she asks quietly.
“Declan?”
“Yeah, Declan McGrath? He owns the club.” She practically hisses his name.
“No, Jocko owns the club. Wait, you said McGrath…Is he Jocko’s kid?”
“Yeah. Jocko died almost 5 years ago. Declan runs Badlands now.”
“Well, I don’t know Declan. Hell, I didn’t even know Jocko had a kid!”
“How did you know Jocko?” she asks.
Her head tilts in that adorable way. The sweet and innocently confused way. Fuck. Why did I have to agree to restraints again? Oh yeah, I wanted to give up control. Idiot. You know you can never give up control. It’s not in your blood.
“Myles! Focus,” she snaps.
“Fuck I love hearing you say my name.” I close my eyes again as my head relaxes further into the mattress.
“No! Myles. Stay awake!”
“Just let me take a short nap, then I’ll leave.” Sex obviously isn’t happening now. I’m too far gone.
My head lifts, then is whipped back down. My eyes open to find her shaking me back awake.
“Why…” I groan.
“You need to leave Badlands. Now!”
“I will. Just give me a few…”
*Slap*
Fuck! Did she just smack me?
“Listen. You need to go now!”
I’m shocked. Did I do something wrong? I know I’m drunk but even drunk me is usually a mostly nice guy.
“I’m sorry for whatever I said. Did I do something…” I’m still slurring.
“No. You didn’t do anything. You just need to go. Please.”
“Why?” I ask as she is unhooking my restraints.
“Just go,” she huffs as she unhooks the final restraint that was around my ankle. I sit up slowly. The room is still swaying. Where the hell is my jacket?
“Here.” She hands me my jacket, throws it actually.
“Lulu…”
“Don’t! Just…Get the fuck out of here and don’t come back.” She turns away and walks to the mini bar. She pours and downs a shot, then another.
I catch her reflection in the grungy mirror behind the minibar. There’s so much pain in those eyes. Those silver eyes that will haunt my dreams for the rest of my life. Nothing even fucking happened with this woman, yet I already feel like I will never be able to forget her.
Her eyes close and I watch a single tear catch the light as it slips down her cheek. I want to beg her to tell me what happened. What I did. Fucking hell, Myles. Why did you have to drink so fucking much?
Her head drops forward as her shoulders slump. I can hear the shaky inhale of breath before the long exhale.
I throw my jacket on as I turn to leave. My hand grips the doorknob. The jolt of everything has slowly forced the drunken fog to dissipate. As I step out the door, I turn back one last time. She hasn’t moved. She won’t turn around. Whatever I did…I must have fucked up bad.
“I’m so sorry. Goodbye, Sunshine.”