The Sweetest Temptation
Chapter 267: Help

Chapter 267: Help

So much for trying to get drunk... I can’t even get past three shot glasses of what I really need to get wasted.

She thought to herself with such heaviness that filled her. The foreboding came creeping in, making her feel less like the way that she wanted to feel—confident, fearless, a woman with an unwavering self-esteem, just like the one that she willingly showed to the man who had just cheated on her.

What am I saying?! He’s not my boyfriend. What’s all the fuss about cheating on whom? Of course, I was only cheating myself. She thought once again, blaming herself for accepting the shitty relationship in the first place. It was not her place to feel sad just because her official fuck buddy was seen with another woman.

Oh, Stella, you’re such a dumb bitch! She thought to herself, smacking her face and reaching out her glass for her third shot. While she was at it, someone walked up to where she was, facing her with a smile that creeped her to the bone. But, thanks to the gradual invasion of the alcohol she had taken, to her mind, she was feeling very confident and sure of herself, which made it easier for her to remain seated and face her visitor.

"Do you want something?" She asked, not paying him as much as a glance. The person laughed a deep rumbling sound that hinted at a man, likely in his late forties.

What the hell is he doing here? I’m old enough to be his great granddaughter.

"As a matter of fact, I do." He replied, taking his seat beside her and reaching his hand out toward her. She rearranged her sitting posture, turning to behold the person who dared to disturb her peace.

The man was a brunette of about average height, towering over her by as little as a foot. He was a basic pretty boy who, from the way he smacked his lips and swayed from side to side, felt extremely sure that he could get any booty if he simply asked. Unfortunately for him, Stella was in no mood to play, especially not with the likes of him.

"Would you like to know what that is?" he asked, leaning forward a little too close for her. She leaned back slightly, thanks to her inebriation, she was able to make it obvious to him that she truly wanted to be far from him.

"Um, personal space, have you heard about that?" She retorted heatedly, her rage tipping just at the verge of release.

"Does it really matter when I want you?" He asked, once again, making that most annoying gesture of pulling his lip between his teeth and smacking hard. Stella rolled her eyes and turned to face the bartender.

"Two more shots, please," She moaned, leaning her temple back at the edge of the serving table while she waited. The annoyingly persistent dude drew closer, bringing his hand to rest on her back—that was the icebreaker. She shot back to a sitting position, turning to meet his playful stare mixed with something potent that hinted at lust.

"Look, mister I don’t know what your name is, I don’t want to do this. I simply came here for a drink. It’s best you respect my wish and leave." Her words were strained as she tried to buttress her point between gritted teeth. The man remained motionless, staring at her almost cluelessly, wearing a smile that made her skin prickle with awareness. She shook off the chill that wracked her bones and returned back to her drink. The man remained seated in his spot, still unmoving as he watched her.

I should get out of here... after these shots of course.

While the thought hovered in her mind, holding her mind and her brain in awareness, she downed the last two shots without pause, leaning against the table for what seemed like a few minutes before she pushed to her feet. Without paying the man beside her a second glance, she snatched her bag, snuggling it underneath her arm while she made her way toward the entrance.

She had not taken more than a few steps away from her seat when she tripped and almost crashed on her face. However, in the moment that she would kiss the floor, someone’s arm came around her waist, securing her steady while she grappled with the stability of her brain. She was very intoxicated, but not too much to not recognize the voice of her rescuer.

"Hey, you sure you wanna be on your way now? I can take you home, if you want," He spoke in a calm voice that belied one that was looking out for the wellbeing of another.

Oh, my goodness, not this douche! She thought to herself, holding her palm to her temple as a bolt like pain charged through her skull like thunder, causing her head to hurt like snapped bones.

"I’m fine," She mumbled, struggling to bring herself to a secure standing position without using much of his support. The faster he saw that his assistance, whatsoever, was not needed, the higher chances of him letting her be — hopefully.

"No, you’re not. If you would just, let me," His voice sounded a lot more cunning than a few minutes ago. It made her want to drive her fist into what she imagined to be a smug expression of satisfaction on his face, for the feat of having her in his arms. She braced her hands against the tight hold of his arm, nudging as hard as her inebriated state could allow her, but to her dismay, she could not summon as much strength as was needed to get him to release her.

"Don’t fight it sweet, I’m gonna make you feel good." He whispered gruffly, seizing her in an even tighter grip while he took a different path.

"Hey! Let me go, you bastard!" She yelled at the top of her voice, ignoring the searing pain in her head as she flailed her limbs in an attempt to tilt him off his balance.

"Stay still, bitch, otherwise, I’m not gonna go easy on you."

"Put me the fuck down!" She yelled once more, bringing her fists as hard as possible just behind his neck.

"Agh! Fucking whore," he yelled, throwing her off his shoulder, onto the ground, in the midst of the people. "You’re not gonna get away with that." He grinned wickedly, getting on all fours atop her and groping her body, occasionally landing hard slaps on her thighs and her breasts.