Divorced: I Married My Enemy

CHAPTER 2

ISABELLA'S POV

As I stepped into the club, the pulsating beat of the music made the hall warm and busy, with people dancing and laughing.

My eyes scanned the crowded room, searching for a seat that could accommodate me and where I could have a drink too, because that was what I had come here for.

But just then, my eyes met with those of a man dressed in a black suit, seated in the VIP lounge.

There was something about him that wanted me to go closer, to have a closer look, but I dared not, because I wasn't in any way in his link.

I turned my gaze away and made my way to the bar.

"I need a fine mixture and strong. Do your magic," I ordered the bartender, who just nodded and got to work.

As I waited for my drink, I couldn't help but steal glances at the man in the VIP lounge. There was something about him that drew me in, something magnetic and irresistible.

When my drink arrived, I took a hearty gulp; it burned its way down my throat. Impressed by the bartender's skill, I ordered another without hesitation.

"More," I declared, as I turned my gaze to the VIP lounge again.

This time our eyes met, and at that moment, time seemed to stand still.

As we locked eyes, a spark of electricity passed between us as my eyes remained glued to him. Just then he stood up, and I watched as he walked majestically toward me.

Getting closer made me have a good look at him. He is around 6.4 feet tall, with the face of a demigod. He has piercing blue eyes and strong jawlines; his hair stops at his shoulder.

As I stole glances at this charming man sitting next to me in this bar, I couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement in my chest as I played back five seconds ago.

His beauty was captivating, and his confident stride drew my gaze like a magnet.

Somehow staring at this man made me totally forget about the betrayal and divorce that has brought me here to the club in the first place.

Now he is sitting next to me, a smile playing at the corners of my lips, my pulse quickening. His demeanor is confident, and his voice is smooth as he delivers his pick-up line.

"Are you a magician?" he began, his voice smooth and soft. "Because whenever I look at you, everyone else disappears." He said, grinning from ear to ear.

But despite his charm, I can't help but feel underwhelmed by his weak attempt at flirting. Suppressing a chuckle, I meet his gaze with a raised eyebrow.

"Is that the best you've got? I don't want to believe that's what you say to all the ladies.” I tease as I challenge him to do better.

He chuckled softly as he ordered himself a drink before turning his attention back to me.

"Well, it's true," he replied with a playful grin. "But you're the only one I've said it to tonight." He responded, making me smirk.

Just then the bartender delivered the drink I ordered again, and I didn't hesitate to zip it down my throat.

I kept ordering more, trying to drown my sorrows, even though he was still seated there beside me. I was here for a reason, so I just had to get on with it.

The bartender never disappointed as he continued giving me what I had ordered.

As the drinks took effect, I started feeling dizzy and tipsy, realizing it was time to leave, but I just couldn't since he was still seated there.

"What's the occasion?" He inquired, noting how I had been drinking.

I shrugged, a smile curved at the corner of my lips. "Since you're so interested to know, I got a divorce today," I confessed.

“What?” he exclaimed with widened eyes. "Who in his right senses would divorce a woman as beautiful as you?" he teased me.

My eyes scanned from his face and stopped on his lips; somehow I felt drawn to him. Somehow I imagined myself kissing him.

“Hey, are you even listening to me?” He asked, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"You don't need to know," I replied to him, and slowly stood up from my seat.

“Hmm! Interested?” he smiled.

"You're so beautiful, Miss Mysterious, so I guess it's his loss," he declared; somehow his words seem to make me feel better.

"I guess it's also my luck that you aren't married anymore," he teased.

But I didn't bother responding or saying anything to him anymore, and my eyes were still locked on his small lips.

“I'm Alexander, and you?” He asked me, but I didn't respond, as I took more drinks from my glass while my eyes remained glued to his lips.

“I know what you want, but this place is too noisy,” he spoke with a low and calm voice. "Let's go somewhere quieter where we can talk better," he suggested, and slowly stood up and stretched out his hands to me.

“Where are we going?” I managed to ask.

He placed his finger over my lips, and his smile deepened. "Come with me," he ordered.

I had a flirtatious smile on as I took his hand. I felt a spark of electricity at the skin contact, and I couldn't help but smile slightly.

He pulled me even closer to him as he led me out of the crowded hall.

As we walked, my mind wandered to dirty thoughts. How would he taste? I wondered, trying to take a glance at his pants, but he pulled me even closer, his body heat radiating onto mine.

I felt my face flush with desire, and I knew I was in trouble. He was a stranger to me, even though I felt so drawn to him; it still doesn't change that fact.

But I still have to just enjoy this moment with him and forget all my sorrow, even if it's just for a moment. I thought to myself.

I wanted him so badly, and I don't know why, maybe because I was drunk, but either way I don't really care about that right now. All I knew was that I couldn't resist him.

As we entered into the room in the clubhouse, he pressed my back against the door. I couldn't help but feel warm inside, and for once, nothing else mattered to me right now except this feeling.

I had never felt this spark with anyone before, and I could tell that there was something special about him. I wanted to get more of him, to know him better.

I couldn't deny the desire burning inside me. I felt my panties growing wet just from his skin contact, and I couldn't help but imagine his lips on mine.

My eyes locked onto his lips again, and I fantasized about kissing him. I imagined his hands caressing my body, and I wondered how it would feel to experience his touch.

I wanted him to do dirty things with me to satisfy the craving that had taken over my body.

“You are so beautiful,” he said, but I couldn't hold myself back anymore. I took advantage of the moment and kissed him, holding tightly onto him.

"I know you want me as much as I want you, so there's no need to hesitate," I whispered, my lips brushing against his.

"I'm hesitant because I don't want to unleash my beast on you, because you might not be able to handle me," he spoke and tried to move away.

But I tightened my grip on him, refusing to let go.

"I would love to see your beastly self, because it's just what I wanted right now, so you are free to do it with me," I giggled.

I covered the space he had created again while he stared at me.

"I think it's best if you let go. I can't control this anymore; we are alone here, remember?" he said, trying to unlock my hands from him.

"I don't want you to control yourself; I need you," I mouthed to him, pulling him to myself more as I took his lips into mine once more.

This time he didn't hesitate; instead, he reciprocated the kiss, making me realize he was already in the mood, and I loved the fact that I was about to get him to ease up, as that was exactly what I wanted.

I know it was wrong to do this, and I was going to regret it by morning, but I just have to enjoy this moment. I thought, and within a few minutes he was already caressing my body.

He carried me into his hands, took me to the king-size bed, and laid me on it. “Get ready for the beast,” he whispered against my ears, making me smile.

Within a few minutes our moans were the only sounds heard.