The Don's Fiancé

° chapter 1 °

I took a long drag off my Marlboro red, inhaled the tobacco smoke until it reached my lungs, and puffed it out in the cold New York air. The cigar scent stuck into my skimpy black dress, overpowering my lavender perfume. I waited and waited for my so-called new friends to come in sight in front of this club.

There was a long line of waiting club patrons from the alley where I stood. Clubbing isn't really my thing but I made a promise to myself that I'd get out more when I moved to New York. Live a normal life.

This is a new beginning for me. I left everything in San Andrés, in the hope that I can start over, somewhere where no one knew who I was.

After finishing my second stick for the night, my new found roomies finally arrive. All I know are their nicknames, Apple and Robin. Two sexy blonds who work at a real estate company in Manhattan. They posted a 'wanted roommate' online, the lodging was cheap but there was no peace at night. Most of the nights, they'd bring their fúckbuddies, and because of the thin walls that separate room, I had to endure their stamina in bed.

"Lian" Apple wrapped her petite arms around my left bicep as Robin took my right.

"You're early" Robin murmured as she nods on the big bouncer and he let us in.

They must be regulars here, they know their way through the crowds of sweaty bodies until we reached the bar. The dimmed light and colorful lasers of the club wasn't giving a good sight of the place. All I know is that it smells in here, alcohol, sweat, smoke, and pot mixing with the DJ's upbeat tune.

"Quick órgasm!" Apple practically shouted at the ink-covered bartender. He was a buff guy, will pass as a bouncer but he gave a toothy grin in our direction as he placed three shots of small crystal glass in front of us. It contains a blue liquid, the content must be what apple called quick órgasm shot.

Pinching my nose, I downed the cold, minty, cool, spicy whatever liquid down my throat and shake my head. Damn that taste good.

Drinking wasn't new to me, but the liquid was stronger than a regular drink. It scorched my throat and sent a tingly feeling in my fingertips in an instant. Apple and Robin paid for a few more shots before they dragged me to the dance floor.

It stinks everywhere and everyone has somebody to dance with. Apple got a blond guy kissing her neck while Robbin found a brunette whose hands went under her dress to only-she-knows-where.

I was long forgotten as they made out with each guy they found. This wasn't the first time I was neglected, in fact, that feeling became as normal as taking a bath growing up. I was always the wallflower and I bet no one really knew my name.

I continued to get lost in the rhythm, dancing alone as my body sweats eagerly. It startled me when a rough calloused hand stroked my outer thighs. The hands were warm and it actually felt nice. They crawled higher and higher until they were under my dress, sending a pool of warm cream on my panties with every rub it made.

I felt a warm breath on my skin followed by soft lips and tongue, stroking the curve of my neck. A moan escaped my mouth, the lips nibbled my earlobes and the hands traced my lacey panties. The hands pulled the elastic bands of my underwear and it stung my skin, it let go but it felt fúckin' good.

"I've been looking for you everywhere, Alexa" the deep raspy voice whispered on my ears and that woke up my sanity.

I pushed the hands away from under my skirt and turn around to see the man behind me. He was a pleasant-looking man, no scratch that, he was a very attractive man. His lips pinkish plum, well-carved nose, distinct high cheekbones, perfect Greek god chiseled jaws but what scared me was his eyes. They were a deep dark and icy shade of black that screams dominance and power but I could feel intense anger in their depths.

"I think you're mistaken, Mister" I screamed against the music and turn my back on him.

The feel of his hands left electric shocks in my skin. I've never felt anything like that before. My anxiety was kicking in as I walk away, I needed to calm my nerves with smoke.

I was met by the cold breeze of New York when I walked out of the club. Tapping the stick on my pack, I lighted it and took a long drag, leaning on the walls of the building. A few people were standing at the pavements doing the same.

It was almost midnight, I guess my two roomies are going home with those guys they found at the dancefloor. I better go home before I feel the urge of searching for that icy-eyed gorgeous man and ask him to make me come with his calloused - obviously skilled - hands.

The apartment is not far from the club, I intend to walk home. The cold wind of fall is giving me chills all over my body as I rub my hands up and down my arms with each step.

This city is beautiful even at night and very much alive. Even at this time of the day, the streets are swarming with pedestrians but the goosebumps I feel on my neck are starting to creep me out. Maybe it was because of the cold night, I pushed that thought out of my head. I continued to walk, taking the short cut through the 43rd Street.

It was eerie quiet in this part of the streets - which isn't normal - all I can hear is the clicking of worn-out stilettos in the pavement against my racing heartbeat.

I can feel it again, the feeling of someone following me but it's not possible. This is the only city where he has no connection because it was swarming with people stronger than him, much viler than him.

I can't be wrong, my senses were heightened due to the fear he inflicted on me. Someone was definitely on my trail, I took off my shoes and looked for a place where I can hide. There was a garbage bin at the far end of the street, I ran for it, using its height to reach for the building's fire escape. I jumped to reach the metal ladder but a gunshot ringed on the silent night, freezing me on my trance.

"Alexa" that voice, that same one from the club spoke. "Stop running or I'll blow your brains out."