5

Nadia

Upgraded? More like ghosted.

I swallowed the lump that formed in my throat.

“You even wore lingerie from your newest collection.”

I mocked myself. I felt embarrassed when I thought of the bedroom only set I was wearing under the slutty dress.

I got ready earlier. I wore the slutty dress my best friend had gotten for me when I told her what happened.

I spent the whole day with Sophie. I filled her in on everything that has been going on in my life and she cursed at me for not taking the chance when I got it.

In her words.

“The marriage already ended when he handed you that paper! Fuck your morals and fuck another man!”

Well, I guess I won’t be fucking any man even after saying fuck my morals and dressing up to come to this club.

The man I came for was nowhere and it was almost time for the club to close. It was already four am in the morning and the dance floor was almost empty.

I have been here since eleven pm. Five hours. I waited five whole hours for him to show up.

For my body to react to his strange but yet so familiar smell. But I got nothing.

All night, I warded off advances from other men who obviously were drawn to me because of how slutty I was dressed.

At least, I got more proof that I am desirable. Sebastian lied when he said no one would want me.

Confirming he lied didn’t make me feel better because the one I wanted to want me wasn’t in the club.

“Do you want a refill?”

The sweet bartender asked and I politely shook my head. I already had a little over my limit.

No, I wasn’t drunk but if I drink more, I would be.

“I should go home.”

I said more to myself but he heard me.

“I thought you were waiting for someone?”

I smiled sadly.

“Yeah, but I don’t think he will show up tonight.”

I told him.

“The hunk from last night?

I nodded. I suddenly felt hopeful. Maybe the bartender knows him and knows a way for me to find him.

I really want to find him. I really want us to pick up from where we stopped last night.

Where I got cold feet and left things.

How stupid I was. I really needed to correct last night.

“Sadly, I can’t help you. I haven’t seen him around before and he didn’t stay long enough for me to get to know him. He is probably new to the city.”

The hope I felt died inside.

He didn’t know him. That means I might never see him.

“It’s all your fault for wanting to be morally upright!”

I pushed the self-mockery aside and forced a smile.

“I think I can use that refill.”

I told the bartender who looked at me pitifully.

“Honey, I think you should just go home and try another night.”

He advised me. If only he knew how I dreaded the thought of going home.

I don’t want to walk in on those two fucking again.

The mocking laugh and look the mistress gave me the morning after she caught me watching them fuck was still fresh in my head.

Not to mention them openly discussing what they would do together while I made breakfast for myself.

The breakfast ended up in my toilet when I walked out of the kitchen and saw them fucking on the couch.

I finally found out why they had been so loud. The kids weren’t home and courtesy of her loud voice, I knew they wouldn't be home tonight either.

That’s part of the reason I left the house. I didn’t want to listen to them go at it again.

Maybe I should just book a hotel and spend a lonely night. I would probably cry myself to sleep again.

The bartender pushed my refilled glass in front of him and I forced a thank-you smile in his direction.

I reached for the glass and was about to empty the contents in my stomach when I felt a shiver run through my body.

At first, I brushed it off because it had happened before and when I looked back, he wasn’t there.

Brushing it aside didn’t make it go away. I fought against the urge to look back and I lost.

I dropped the glass fast. Thank god I did that because it would have slipped from my hand if I hadn’t.

I turned around and there he was. My gorgeous stranger.

I didn’t even try to pretend to be cool. I stood up and watched him walk towards me.

I frowned when a brunette blocked him and tried to talk to him.

I fought the urge to yell that he was mine. I didn’t need to do that because he politely pushed her aside and continued his walk towards me.

I swallowed and tried to act right but I couldn’t. not with how excited I suddenly felt.

All the wait and self-doubt I felt melted away.

He came.

He was late. Very late but he came.

We didn’t even plan to meet here again but he came and I didn’t need him to say anything for me to know that he came for me.

As if I needed any more proof that he came for me, when he got close to me, he took my hand and tugged me to himself, slamming his mouth on mine.

I gasped at the sudden invasion of his mouth as he kissed me hard and fast as if he had been starving for me.

Well. that makes the two of us because I waited all day to kiss him again.

I couldn’t stop thinking about our kiss last night and wondering if I would ever be able to kiss him again.

When he broke away from the kiss. I mourned the loss of his mouth on mine.

I didn’t even care that people were watching us kiss.

I didn’t care that someone who knows me might be in the club.

I reached and pulled him in for another kiss.

“Come home with me.”

He whispered to me when we stopped kissing for the second time.

I didn’t say a word. I just slipped my hand into his and let him lead me out of the club.

I knew what was going to happen and I wanted it. Sebastian wanted an open marriage.

Well, now he has it.

Before I left home earlier, I signed the paper and left it where he would easily find it.

He started it.

I hope he is ready to continue because I intend to finish what he started and show him that whatever he thinks he can do; I can do better.

I pushed the thought of that bastard out of my mind and focused on the gorgeous man leading me to his car and soon to his bed.