Hunting For Broken Hearts

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'Danger, danger.' A small voice screamed inside her head from the man that has been staring at her from one of the VIP corners of this dark room that was packed with sweaty bodies jumping on the pulsating music that floats through the room of this unnamed bar.

The man looks like the devil incarnated himself. He was wearing all black with brooding eyes.

Leaning lazily on the backrest of the leather couch he's sitting, he watched her from the rim of his drink. His long legs stretched in front of him, his knees are exposed in his ripped jeans like a car headlight on a dark highway in the middle of the night, his eyes -- oh his eyes were burning with lust, watching her every move on the dance floor.

"He is bad news." Her friend Koko shouted in her ear.

"I know," she screamed back. Then peek a glance over the man, and her eyes are drawn to the glistening silver ring adorning his plump lower lip. She wonders how it would feel if she runs her tongue over them, and how it would feel when he nibbles her soft skin.

She smirked when their eyes met again across the room. She playful crooked her index finger on him. Asking him to join her on the dance floor, but he just raised his glass in the air in a mock salute.

'Did he just refuse my invitation?' Her pride was bruised.

"Let it go. There are other hot guys at this party!" her friend who saw what happened, shouted in her ear.

But that's the thing. Easy men are not her cup of tea. She likes them when they try to say no. She giggled in her head. The night was still young, she glanced at the man. He was nursing his drink, it's either he was just passing by in this bar or he was drinking slowly for he would be staying for the night.

If it is the first one, that's not good for her. She doesn't know who to ask to find out about him. She just recently moved to the city. She doesn't have a circle of friends in this place yet.

That's why she begged her friend Koko, who was living in LA, to visit her so that she has someone to party with. London was never on her list of places she wanted to live, so she never tried to make friends here.

However, with the scandal back home involving her friend Andrei, and how both of their families came to a complete standstill because of how shocking the scandal was. She fled from her mother's constant nagging, and also because she became tired of the patronizing looks she had been getting everywhere she goes.

It happened that she got a job offer from a company based here in London from one of the side projects she did to help a friend. To be honest, when she accepted the job and signed the contract she didn't check out the company nor she bothered to find out her job description.

The contract was finalized when she was still in the Philippines. Her friend told her that the company was a private organization that does in-depth research. And she can do research, it offers a salary and most especially, it is far from home.

She signed the damn contract, packed her bags to move to this country ten thousand seven hundred seventy-eight kilometers away from home.

Everyone back home thought she was heartbroken from what happened in Hong Kong that they left her alone. Even her mother became soft at her for a few months, however, when she realized the fact that she was thousands of miles away from home where she can't watch her under a microscope, she started to panic.

Every now and then, her mother would start a conversation about how she could survive the gloomy weather of London. She would tell her how the weather was sunny back home.

Of course, she hated the weather here. It's worse than her worst case of monthly hormones madness. The London weather is as bitchy as a woman in her period with how it changes its mood throughout the day. You got confused with how the weather could change in a flick of a finger.

The job was menial. She was one of the disposable employees at the bottom of the company. Yes, it was a decent company but she was fresh out of college, not only that she has no work experience or whatsoever since she was nothing but a brat that only knew how to swipe her father's credit card in a drop of a hat.

The job was something that is not related to her degree and for the first time, her Asian blood worked against her. No one takes her seriously at work when she looks like a kid that is still in high school.

It's easy to say that she is miserable. She is miserable as the gloomy London weather.

Yet, she would rather die in misery in this city than go home to listen to her mother's nagging.

She badly needed a distraction. And that guy would do the job.

She pulled her friend's elbow to let her know that she would use the restroom. When she nodded, she made her way out of the sticky bodies grinding disgustingly to each other. But who cares, when everyone was intoxicated with all the cheap alcohol sold at a high price and everyone was so high with the energy of the place. This is one of the few places in the city that has a decent DJ.

After being pushed and groped in places that were unacceptable to touch if she was in a broad daylight, she finally got off the dance floor. She made her way to the restroom to freshen up.

The restroom was a dingy room in white and black tiles. With industrial looking lights fixtures. The black and white square tiles made her dizzy than all of the alcohol she had already consumed.

She opened the tap and whisked some water on her hair to fix it for it looked like someone pulled her hair from all that jumping she did on the dance floor. She pulled out some tissue and wiped her sweat.

She tried to salvage her mascara but it was useless. Instead, she wet a tissue and deliberately smudged her mascara to give her a grunge look. She scoffed at her reflection on the mirror for she looked like she was on her emo phase if she wasn't wearing a tight black dress that hugged her body in all proper places.

She gave her image from the mirror a look over and there was something missing with her looks. She was interrupted from checking herself in the mirror when another woman entered the bathroom.

She went directly to the lavatory mirror and swiped a red lipstick on her lips. Their eyes met in the mirror, she smiled awkwardly at the woman.

"You want?" she asked.

She was startled when she talked to her, handing her something. When she looked at what she had in her hand, she grinned. "Thanks."

"No worries," she said and sauntered out of the bathroom.

She smiled at her reflection and she was happy with what she saw. The bloody lipstick from that woman completed the look she was after.

She pulled down her skimpy dress to cover her cold ass when she realized she was about to hunt her prey.

She bent over forward in front of the mirror, shoved her hand in her brassiere, and cupped her breast to the middle of her chest. She repeated the action to her other breast, stood up, and winked at her reflection, satisfied with her breast round and full in the scoop of her dress.

"Let's have fun and break some heart." She blew her reflection a kiss before she sauntered out of the restroom -- to hunt her target.