Chapter 3 MEETING HIM

I started to dance—no, scratch that—gyrate so sensuously to the tune of the music, slowly grinding my body to every man I passed by. And I could sense the dozens of eyes turned on me.

I smirked when a random guy tried to touch my ass but I smacked his hands in a flirty way. Three men came near me and started to dance around me. I teased them a little bit and for some reason, they made my lost confidence rise again.

Although I was so hyped, I didn’t let anyone touch my body for free. I just laughed at their faces and I could feel their frustration of getting into me.

I bent over and did something dreamy with my hips and kept teasing them, but I had no idea that it would turn bad because they suddenly started grabbing my waist and I felt another guy hug me from behind. Shit!

“You can’t go anywhere now, bitch,” one of them whispered into my ear and I froze.

Before they could go any further, another random guy pulled me by the wrist, pulling my body out from the bunch of horny wolves.

“I’m sorry guys, but she’s with me,” I couldn’t see the face of the man who was talking because he kept me in his arms, my back touching his chest.

He wrapped his hands around my waist, grabbing me closer to him and leading me to the other side of the dance floor. It was darker in the corner and I didn’t realize that I surrendered to him.

I had no idea what he would do to me but I could feel his smooth and sweet touch into me making me conclude that this man was such a gentlemanly creature.

We made a halt in the corner and he turned me around making me face him. “So clever dancing alone teasing horny grown-up men there, huh?” he greeted me with a smirk.

I looked up at him and my jaw dropped open when I was greeted with the hottest guy I’ve ever seen in my whole life. Oh my God…

He had clean-cut, jet black hair that glistens under the light, making him look like he was freshly out from the shower. He looked like a model in his very white shirt with the top button and black leather jacket.

He’s too damn hot and too gorgeous for my taste.

I licked my lips and smirked widely. I think I found the man who will satisfy my needs. Because why not? He was the type of guy who has an oozing sex appeal, Greek god appearance, and a body that any girl would love to worship.

He could surely get any girl he wanted so easily.

And while he was looking at me, his penetrating eyes, like a magnetic force directed at me, told me to kiss him. A very manly face with lips to die for.

“Are you alone?” his deep velvet voice that sent tingling sensations all over my body made me pull out of my thoughts. Oh God, what is wrong with me? I felt like I was possessed.

“Yeah,” I answered, my voice sounded squeaky and I could feel my cheeks turn into cherries and his sudden smirk made me melt like a marshmallow.

There was a good silence between us until the music changed into more upbeat sounds so I started to dance again, this time in front of this stranger.

I turned around, wrapping my arms around his neck while grinding my ass around his crotch. He hugged my waist from the back, pulling me closer to him until I felt his growing cock graze my ass.

Fucking shit!

“You are the reason why Santa has a naughty list.” He whispered to my ear sexily and I giggled.

I could feel that my brain was not functioning normally. It was floating ten feet above my head, and I had this euphoric feeling like I was on high. I blamed the whisky that I had.

We kept dancing sensually, teasing each other until we’re sweaty and tired.

We decided to sit for a moment and I sat back on the stool to where I was sitting before but for some reason, I tripped and almost fell.

“Oops, easy.” He was so quick to catch me, grabbing my waist with one arm and holding my hand. “Are you okay?”

“Ummm…yeah. Thanks.”

“You’re welcome,” he let go of me and sat beside me, while I settled comfortably on mine. “I haven’t seen you here, before. Is it your first time here?”

I nodded and sipped on my glass of whisky.

“What’s your name?”

I almost choked when he asked. Should I tell him my real name or not?

“Sam,” I answered leaving the surname. Sam was my nickname anyway, my real name is Samantha Taylor, and I have no intention of telling him that.

“Nice name…” he muttered.

“I know my name is very common. I’m sure you know plenty of Sams in this world.”

He shook his head and gave me a heart-melting smile. “Actually there’s only one Sam I know personally. She was very dear to me—very special. But unfortunately, she passed away. Until now, I still can remember how I lost her. She died in my arms.”

“That’s so sad, I’m sorry,” my eyes widened at the thought of him holding his girlfriend at her very last breath. I could not imagine, that was so heart-wrenching. “It must be very hard for you.”

I felt pity for him for experiencing love and heartbreaks, more than I did.

“It was, but I learned to get over with it. Mom bought me another dog.”

My jaw suddenly dropped open and my eyes got wider. “A dog? Your Sam was a dog?”

“Yeah…a very beautiful dog.” And he laughed.