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"Can you believe him, Amy? He is such a ...what's the word that describes him. Trash, yes he is just trash. Like actual garbage. I can't believe the way he acts". I have been ranting to Amy for a while now. I seemed to have forgotten that I decided to come to the club to forget about my situation. To just be free and not so stressed out like I am usually.

"Uh Huh" was her reply, obviously not listening to me. I seem to not get the hint that my ranting was starting to be annoying to her. So I continued while we waited in line to enter the club

"How dare he give me a curfew. I am a grown man. I understand he is being protective and wants me safe. But I can make my own decisions, and I don't care I am not coming back at 1 am. I will go home whenever I want!" I cross my arms in anger at the end of my sentence, then looking at Amy to see if she gets it.

"Look, sweetheart. I did not invite you out to the club with me to talk about your fiance. All your stress and anger is bringing my hype down. Let's forget about him, okay? We are here to have fun, promise me once we enter you will leave your worries out that door." Once she finished her words we entered into the booming club, lively with music and drunken bodies. There was an awkward silence since I was so embarrassed. I finally responded when we were in front of the bar.

"You know what you are completely right. I did not even realize how much Nicolas has got under my skin. I need to just live my best life right now! And I will even take some of the devil's juice." I was very enthusiastic and pumped about everything.

"Fuck! You are so adorable, can't believe you said "devil's juice". I will buy you your first drink. I hope you can handle your alcohol well. Excuse me can I have an old fashioned and a martini please" While the middle-aged bartender prepares our drinks, I kind of regret my excitement to drink. I was never a big fan of alcohol, it had a horrible taste. But I didn't want to be a buzzkill. It didn't take long for our drinks to be prepared.

"This old fashioned is mine, and the martini is for you. I am pretty sure you will like it". As Amy drank her old fashioned she already had her eyes set for the crowd, and specifically a very attractive guy who had a rhythm as he danced to the beat of the music.

"It seems my time has come to have some fun!" She winked at the guy and then finished her drink. It was amazing how fast she finished her drink. She slammed her glass down and sashayed towards her fun destination. It was amazing how fast she finished her drink and seemed perfectly fine. While I was halfway done and I was feeling quite buzzed. I was smiling and nodding to the beat of the music in the background, a smile planted on my face.

Before I know it, I was determined to head towards the dance floor. I know if I didn't have the liquid courage that I just ingested I would be bystander looking at others enjoying themselves. I had no care in the world. I need to go out more.

All my senses were heightened at the moment. The mix of hip hop and house music that was flowing through my ears vibrated throughout my body. The bright and colorful club lights made my head dizzy, but I didn't mind, I was used to it by now. I was 10 minutes in, enjoying myself in my world. Suddenly I felt arms grab my hips. I didn't care to turn around to see who was a stranger that had a firm grip on me.

As we swayed to the music, later on, my behind started grinding on the stranger. I turned around and giggled at the taller male. He had facial hair and a tan and a grin formed on his thin lips. He then proceeded to wrap his muscular arms around me. I bite my lips as he whispered in my ear, his deep voice washes over me.

"Not only are you a good dancer, but you are so sexy. I was watching you for a while and couldn't help but dance with you. Can I buy you a drink?" I didn't know my limit at the time and wanted to be more carefree. The drunker I am the less I think about Nicolas, so alcohol sounds like a wonderful idea. I nodded while licking my chapped lips.

He lead me towards the bar when we were at the bar the stranger's arm were around my waist. Boundaries did not seem to exist between us. I grasped a cool glass of vodka cranberry in my hand. We are currently sitting next to each other on one of the many club couches.

He is quite bold because his large hand was rubbing on my thigh. I didn't mind as I was focused on finishing my drink. When all the alcohol emptied into my stomach, I started to relax more. The bold touches given by this man was soothing. I looked up at him and gave a shy smile. When he saw that, it must have been a sign for him to dive in and kiss me.

When I started to kiss him back and accepted the invasion of his tongue, I knew I was not in control of my actions. I whimpered when he squeezed my bottom. He dominated the kiss completely. Then our tongues started to tangle with each other. I shuddered when he softly bite on my bottom lip. He gave me one last peck, before focusing on my neck.

I gasped loudly when he started to kiss and suck on my sensitive neck. I bite my lip to suppress the moans that were slipping out of my mouth. While he was aggressively kissing on my neck he was trying to guide me so I can sit on his lap. I pant and squirm in lust on his lap grinding wanting to release my arousal.

Suddenly my arm was grabbed. I was shocked by the sudden interruption. I looked at the person who grabbed me and it turned out to be Amy. She looked worried and was arguing with someone. She was berating the person who I was just being intimate with.

"What the hell is wrong with you? Do you see how drunk he is? How can you just take advantage of a person who is not in the right state of mind!" I wonder why was she so angry. The man stands up and scoffs, not phased by Amy's heated anger towards him.

"Why don't you mind your own business! Who the fuck are you anyway? We were just having some fun." Amy squeezes my arm, letting me know she is getting angrier and angrier.

"Just fuck off man! He is engaged!" The man rolls his eyes and says nonchalantly.

"I am over this". While I watch him walk away. I focus my attention to Amy and tilt my head in question.

" Why do you look so worried and angry Amy? Leave all your worries behind and just have fun! I sure was having fun. Don't be a buzzkill!" I started to slur my words.

"Renmen, I think we should leave. Remember, you are engaged? Goodness, how much did you drink." Suddenly my stomach starts to grumble I felt nauseous. I had a great urge to vomit.

"Amy I don't feel so good". Amy groans in annoyance. I clamp my hand on my mouth, trying to hold my vomit.

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I felt terrible, my intense headache was a sign of a vicious hangover. I needed some tea or at least water as I felt parched, and especially a pain killer. Before I could go to the kitchen I needed to pee.

I sigh in release and flush the toilet. As I go towards to wash my hands. I glanced at my reflection in the mirror. I freeze in utter shock when I see visible hickeys adorned on my neck. I ignore my reflection to wash my hands, thinking if I look away they will magically disappear.

When I look back I groan in shame. I quickly leave the bathroom and rush in the kitchen. I was glad to see Amy in the kitchen stirring her cup of coffee.

"A-Amy, what should I do? look at my neck! What did I do last night? I think I was having too much fun". Amy surprised me when she laughs out loud, I winced at the sudden loud noise.

"You were like a whole different person last night. You let a random guy's tongue down your throat, he was the one who gave you the hickeys. And he was a jackass by the way. Man you have a low tolerance, please limit yourself from now on."

"Ugh, right now I need to focus on the present. Because currently, I have a situation I need to solve. And frankly, if it doesn't get solved I am screwed. Nicolas will keep me captive and then kill me!" I was having a slight panic attack. Amy responds not stressed about my reaction.

"You could borrow a turtleneck top and I do have scarves to hide your deeds from last night!" Before I can respond, we turn our attention to the loud knock at the door. As Amy walks cautiously towards the door she checks the peephole and jumps back in alert. Then she quickly turns towards and whispers, but loud enough for me to hear.

"It's Nicolas! Go get a scarf, I have them hanging in my closet!" I quickly go to grab the scarf, while doing so, I pray my actions from last night is not the reason for my early grave.

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