Acts of desperation

It was a cold windy night. Within the Windows of a popular strip club in the heart of Manhattan, her eyes strayed towards the windows, she watched the bowing trees, examining meeting the weather outside.

It was going to be a cold night.

The girl sat in front of a mirror, staring at her reflection which seemed to be contradictive to what her heart was seeing. All dolled up like a queen, but with a questionable motive. The tears she'd been fighting for so long, one rogue tear escaped her eyes but she quickly and carefully rubbed it off before it could turn her from beauty to beast.

Then there was a man, in the bar, getting waisted in alcohol. He chunked down one more glass of tequila. The pleasure he felt when the fire of raw alcohol burned down his throat. He shoved a thousand dollar stack inbetween the double Ds of the brunette dancing almost naked before him. He was so turned on but she wasn't working for him. She would be if she'd been blonde instead. He cupped her cheeks drunkenly, staring into her honey brown eyes.

No!

He wanted them to be blue like ocean. He wanted her pepper red lips to be pink and soft. He wanted her to look exactly like the woman who had in this situation but she wasn't. She was just the very opposite of everything Sophia was. But she was the one present at the time and not Sophia. He pushed her aside and moved towards a plus size afro woman seated with a bunch of guys who all looked like her bodyguard. He leaned into her ear and whispered something which excited her. She then called one of her waitresses and asked him to follow the girl upstairs.

He followed to the corridor the lined along about ten doors.

"Room 5," the waitress told him then disappeared back down the stairs. The man strode towards the doors, counting as he walked pass any, till he was at room 5. He stopped. For a brief minute a voice in his head told him to turn around, go back home and forget everything. But in that same moment, his predicament hit him and pushed through the door.

Beside the dim lit lamp, the young blonde girl sat at the head of the bed waiting for her fate to drop. It wasn't being forced upon her but was by her choice.

His attention was first caught by the the colour of her hair- the perfect blonde shade

A royal blue knee length dress curved out her petite figures and her cheekbone shun glittering gold, though the same could not be said of her eyes.

A cold air blew across the back of her neck, causing her to shiver as she heard the door creak open. She thought about backing out but immediately mentally pinched herself for a quick reality check.

You need to do this Mara! You must do this!

He towered himself over her petite figure.

Goosebumps rose on her goosebumps as fear overtook her emotions. She had heard his footsteps in sequences of twos approaching. She felt his presence near. She quickly jumped to her feet and turned to the opposite direction.

It will be easier if I don't see his face. she told herself.

She gasped at the feel of his warm breath on her neckline; he was inhaling her scent.

She smelled like vanilla and pleasure.

Deep inside her mind, she told herself, this moment she had dreaded for the past days since the idea was proposed to her, it had finally come. It was against every single one of her own principles; against every single principle by which her poor mother had raised her in all love and care.

Today she was going to wilfully throw it all in the mud.

But again, she thought, what other choice did she have. This was for an emergency cause.

She shivered again as she felt his fingers trail a line lightly from her neck to her shoulders down to her arms. A soft gasp escaped her lips at the feel of his big hands squeezing her thighs.

He grabbed her by the waist and softly swayed her around to face him. His bright blue eyes, dark and drunk meeting hers; scared, pained, on the verge of loosing her mind.

The perfect blue eyes and pink lips. Yes! She was perfect for him. Just what he wanted at that moment.

Maybe it was the alcohol, or the pain; perhaps it was the regret or the desperation, that blinded him from seeing that the glass in her eyes were not part of the makeup but pools of tears assembling up. Maybe it was his selfishness at that time that blinded him from seeing beyond the pretty face and sexy dress of the girl that stood vulnerably before him.

Without even thinking twice or once, he crashed his lips down on hers in a breath taking, intoxicating and utterly erotic kiss. His big hands caressing off the dress from her body.

She couldn't even attempt to kiss him back. How could she when she felt drained and dragged down by the mud in which she had just dumped herself. Ropes of tears ran down her cheeks as he pushed her into the bed. She simply closed her eyes and savoured the emptiness she felt inside.

Her life was officially over.

Nothing was ever going to be the same again. 

And nothing ever was.