"It takes courage to grow up and be who you really are."

It was a typical Friday night. The club was packed and people were waiting outside to get in. These nights are always the best ones. Get home after a long night of drinking and moving, have rough energetic, passionate sex. Who knew tonight would be different.

But today I didn't feel like it.

"What the heck is wrong with you? Ethan yelled in my ear. "Do you not want to get laid." I shrugged mentioning him I'm bored of fucking those pathetic dumb headed bimbos. I want something else. Something that comes with a challenge.

A girl caught my attention. She was wearing red dress which hugged her perfectly shaped curves. Her dark brown hair was tied in a pony tail and falling to her waist and she wore high heals. But I couldn't see her face because her back was to me. I was in the VIP section and she was at the bar counter.

As she turned around I saw tears flowing out of her eyes. Her cheeks were stained in tears. Her face was round with her red plump lips in a pout. She took the glass that bartender gave her drank it. She took the bottle out of bartender hands and went to the dance floor. She started dancing on the dance floor like a wild cat. And it brought a smile to my face. She took a big gulp of her beer with her head falling back.

She was sreaming way too loud grabbing everyone's attention. Everyone was shouting and screaming at her, cheering and encouraging her to dance. Men were looking at her with lust in their eyes reading to attack her. I have to get her before someone else.

I made my way towards her. I felt my heart leap inside my chest for one insane second. She was beautiful.

Her face was striking, eye-catching. High and sharp cheekbones, long dark brows above catlike eyes that were filled with secrets. The dusky gold of her skin glowed under the dim light. It made me wonder how it would feel like.

She turned around and looked surprised as she saw me, "Damien White Knight." I wasn't shocked ofcourse she knows me. I mean the whole world knows me. It's good that she knows me, how powerful I am.

Leaning close to her, I let my lips barely touch her earlobe and whisper, "Why don't we leave this place and go somewhere more private?" I caught her arms quickly before she could get away, placing them around my neck. Her skin was soft and smooth. A smug smile split my lips as I felt her shiver. I glided my nose just under her ear down to the hollow on her throat, but before I could do anything else, she stepped away.

"Lead the way, Damien." She whispered.

She was totally wasted. By the time we reached upstairs, mini me in my pants was standing, begging to be released. Wanted to make her scream my name.

I looked at her red plumpy lips, seemed to be inviting me to taste them. She is such an irresistible beauty. I needed to have her.

I slammed my lips into her and carried her to the bed. My lips were on fire, they tangled themselves on hers, kissing them gently. I felt like her lips were made to be kissed by my lips only, they molded perfectly into mine. Our lips fit perfect together.

But I could sense the innocence in them. She was not kissing me back. Her lips seemed like they don't know how to kiss back. Her lips were so pure, so intoxicating. I continued to kiss her, gently. She finally gave in as she kiss me back, mimicking my action. I felt myself getting more hard in my pants.

I broke the kiss and went further to free her from her tiny dress. Removing her dress, I took in the view of her small little body. It was mesmerising to say the least. Her small yet firm perfect shaped boobs were looking intoxicating.

"No!" She breathed out, looking at me in fear.

"The fuck!" I growled in her ear. "Do you wanna know who I am?" She smirked at me.

"Winnie Smith." Her words made me freeze in my place.

"The girl you rejected 4 years ago."