Chapter 3 A heated encounter

Jessica was at my house before I could even prepare myself. I jump up when I hear a loud knocking on my front door. When I open the door she rushes past me and heads straight into the room. I close the door and place my forehead against it. I am so not ready for this. Maybe if I stay here pressed up against the door she won't notice....

She noticed.

She shoves me onto my bed and then narrows her brows, looking me up and down as if she's trying to solve the world's most difficult puzzle. This is going to be a challenge.

I groan and let myself fall back onto the covers, I think I'm just going to stay in, you go have fun without me.

Jessica grabs onto my hands and drags me back up. Tonight I am taking you out, and you're going to enjoy yourself for once! Come on. I need a friend tonight .Please....

She gives me a dramatic pout, and I can't help but laugh.

Okay ,fine! You win. Hand me the black dress hanging up in the closet. There is honestly no arguing with her at this point, and I don't have the energy to try. Instead of handing me my dress, she pulls me up standing and shoves me down in front of my vanity.

She grabs the giant purse she brought with her, and pulls a small cosmetic bag out of it, along with a straightener. She removes the small mirror off of the vanity, and sets it on the floor, making me nervous.

You know, I can get myself ready. I'm honestly terrified of what she will do to me .I imagine when she's through, staring into the mirror and seeing a drag queen looking back at me.

She shushes me, ignoring my protests and begins working. About half way though, I try and peek at myself and she scolds me. You can't see yourself until the end!

I pout and slouch in the seat, earning myself a pinch on the arm. I wince and sit up as straight as I can. She sticks her tongue out at me, and I roll my eyes.

By the time jessica finishes, my head is sore from all the pulling, and my eyelashes feel heavier then usual. I blink a couple times trying to get use to the feeling of the makeup on my face. Jesssica then throws me the short, black dress hanging in my closet. I slip it on quickly, feeling anxious to see myself.

Jessica walks me over to the full length mirror grinning .I brace myself for what I'm about to see, and when I do, my eyes grow wide. The girl in the reflection looks... beautiful. She looks like me, but a sexier and put together version.

My long hair is no longer wavy and frizzy, but sleek and shiny. I didn't realize how long my hair had gotten. I lean in closer, and study my face. My light eyes sparkle against the subtle smoky eye and I'm impressed by winged liner. I smile because I look and feel beautiful. I even feel a little sexy for once. I turn to look at jessica smiling ,and she nods approvingly.

I am such a talented person.

I grin wider at her and turn back to the mirror, Wow...I-I don't know what to say jess! I fell really beautiful right now, thanks to you.

Jessica stands behind me and squeezes my shoulders softly. Girl, you need more confidence! you don't see how beautiful you truly are. I did nothing but amplify your features.

I bite my lips and turn quickly pulling her into a hug. Startled at my reaction she makes a small noise of surprise, but then wraps her arms around me. Jessica is the greatest friend I could've ever asked for. I honestly don't know what I would do without her as my friend.

Jessica and I finish getting ready and by the time we are ready to go the sun has gone down.

When we arrive at Club 38, my short lived confidence leaves me in a mess of worry and regret. I pick at my nails, and self consciously attempt pull down my dress. I wish I would've worn a dress that wasn't so short.

As soon as we enter into the darkly lit club jessica heads for the bar, swinging her hips the whole way, acting like she owns the place. I wish I had even a small ounce of her confidence. We sit down and jessica orders 2 drinks.

We are sitting for no longer than 5 minutes when a very attractive man walks up ,and sits down beside jessica. He flashes a sparkly white smile at her, and jessica lets out a giggle. He takes a hold her one of her hands, and brings it to his lips, kissing it softly. I choke on my drinks and turn away quickly so that he can't see how hard I'm laughing.

Hello. You are so lovely and I couldn't but notice your beauty from across the room. May I have the honor of buying you a drink?

Jessica smiles at him sweetly, and then giggles again. Well, I already have one but I wouldn't mind another!

He chuckles and I can't help but notice that he is still holding jessica's hand, My name is Richard, and you are?

It's jessica ,but you can call me jess.

He glances over at me and as if just realizing that I was there and gives me the sweetest smile, what about your beautiful friend here?

My cheeks burn as I introduce myself. He nods attentively, and then turns his full attention back to jesssica. I take another sip from my glass and turn away, while they carry on their conversation. I feel a lump forming in my throat, and I can't help but wish I was back at home, safe under the covers.

Jessica and richard are practically all over each other by the time their glasses are empty. Richard leans forward, his mouth brushing jessica's ear, as he whispers something to her. She is biting her lips and looks like she's trying not to burst out laughing. I awkwardly sip the water I'd requested after finishing my first drink. I wasn't really in the mood to wake up the next morning with a hang over. I cover my mouth as a yawn escapes. It was getting too late for me.

Jessica hops out of her seat and says through hiccuped giggles, Hey Addy, I'm going to show this one some moves over on the dance floor. Do you mind?

I do mind, but I shake my head and give her a small reassuring smile . Her eyes light up, and she pulls Richard away onto the dance floor. They waste no time, and are grinding on each other like no one else is in the room.

On second thought, waking up with a hang over doesn't seem as bad as sitting here by myself sober.

I think it might have been after the third drink when I start feeling a little sick. I hop off of the stool I was sitting on, and blindly make my way through the room. The lights and blaring music is too much for me right now ,and I need fresh air.

When I am finally outside I let out a sigh of relief. The cold air feels nice compared to the stuffy air inside. I spot a bench and I sit down, thankful for some peace a quite. My head immediately starts to pound, and I have to close my eyes so that I don't vomit.

My eyes snap open when I feel a firm grip on my shoulder. Expecting to see jessica, I smile when I look up. It immediately fades when I see an older man, that I've never seen before grinning down at me. I shrug his hand off of my shoulder, and stand up to head back inside .Why did I go out here alone when there are creepy people lingering around?

The man grabs a hold of my wrists and yanks me back. He is still grinning and I try and pull my hand back, but he tightens his grip in response. A wave of terror courses throughout my body. He pulls me into him, and I almost gag as his breath hits my face. He reeks of alcohol, and something else I can't quite pick out. My eyes well up with tears, and I try to pull away again, but his grip is too strong.

Awww come on now pretty girl. Come on over to my place and play with me. One of his sweaty hands slides down onto the bare skin on my legs. My skin prickles with goosebumps and I start to fear the worst. Please, let someone see us and help me.

I try and let out a scream as his fingers start pulling up the hem of my dress, but all that comes out is a choked sob. The old man leans in and breaths heavily onto my neck. His lips press up against my neck and I almost gag. I close my eyes tightly and try to block everything out. I prayers were heard, I man is yanked away from me.

I immediately fall to my knees, unable to keep standing ,as sobs shake my entire body. This night is turning into my worst nightmare.

What the hell do you think you are doing you sick bastard! My head snaps up when I hear my that voice. I have to blink away the tears in order to make him out. My mouth drops open in shock when I see who it is. It's that jerk I spilled my coffee on! An image of me flipping him off after our horrible run in, flashes in my head.

The rage on his face terrifies me, and I'm afraid of what he is about to do. His anger when I spilled the coffee on his immaculate suit, is nothing compared to this. I watch in horror as he slams the older man into a wall. His finger curl around the man's stained shirt keeping him in place. I am going to rip your throat out if I ever see you lay a hand on her again. Next time I won't hesitate. His knee comes up and slams into the old man's groin. He buckles over groaning in pain ,but is yanked back up before he can crawl away. He cries out in a frightened voice and begins pleading for forgiveness.

Ignoring the old man, he raises his fist in the air.

No! please just stop! You could kill him!

I cry out, afraid that if he starts , he won't be able to stop. By this point I have gotten to my feet, and am already by his side.

I grab ahold of his raised arm, hoping it'll keep him from striking, Please, it's not worth it. My voice comes out as a shaky whisper and I pray he's heard me.

His dark eyes flicker to mine, and my stomach flips. I can feel the tears spilling down my face. His face softens ,and his arm lowers.

He turns back to the older man and immediately clenches his jaw. I'm afraid he's changed his mind, when he throws the old man forcefully onto the ground, and spits on him. The old man scrambles up and begins to run down the street. As he disappears behind a corner, I let out a sigh of relief. As the adrenaline starts too fade my knees start to buckle.

Before I hit the ground once again, his strong arms grip my shoulders catching my fall. The jerk is looking down and me searching my face. Hey ! are you alright?

Did he touch you anywhere? I swear if he did I-

I shake my head cutting him off. I bite back a new set of tears, and I know if I speak I'm going to break down. I look up at him slowly when I've taken a second to recover, and see that his face is filled with concern. My chest tightens and I can help by notice how beautiful he really is. My eyes drift-over his perfect face and then they stop. I can't help but let my eyes linger over his full lips.

He clears his throat, and I snap out of my trance. My face heats up, when I realize what I was just doing .I give him a dirty look and his eyes widen in surprise. I don't know if I'm more angry at him, or myself for feeling attracted to him. I could not forget how he treated me back at the coffee shop.

No matter how good looking he is or how fast my heart races when I'm around him, I can't let that bling my judgement .

I'm perfectly fine! What are you even doing here anyway? I shrug him off of me, and clench my jaw.

His expression hardens at my harsh response. You can drop the attitude princess. I was actually trying to find you.

I can practically feel the color drain from my face. Why was he looking for me? that suit couldn't have been that expensive for him to go out of his way to track me down... could it?

I turn around with every intention to storm away, so that I can find jessica, and get the hell away from this place. Before I make it to entrance of the club, the jerk grabs ahold of my arm and spins me around of face him. I wasn't done speaking with you. You will give me five minutes to speak without you acting like a damn child.

His aggressive tone sends chills down my spine. I narrow my eyes at him, hoping I look more confident then I feel. I jab my finger into his chest, well guess what you jerk!! I am done speaking with you! I was finished speaking with you when you acted like a complete asshole over a stain! Can you not take a hint?

His jaw tightens, and the next thing I know, he's backed me into the wall behind us. I let out a small gasp, and quickly turn my head away from his heated stare. I feel tears sting my eyes, because I'm so humiliated from this whole situation.

He grabs ahold of my chin and forces me to look him in the eyes. His cold gaze and forcefulness scares me, and I can't hide the fear forming in my eyes. I watch as his face softens for half a second, before quickly returning too ice cold.

Listen here you stubborn woman. Don't even think for a second that you are getting away with the damages you caused. It doesn't matter how much the damn suit costs, It's the principle! Don't even try to sell me a sob story either, because I won't fall for that bullshit. you are going to make up for it, or I'm taking legal action.

My fear quickly turns into rage. How dare he speak to me like I'm trash! Legal action for a freaking suit? I shove him as hard as I can, But he barley even moves. He grabs my wrists and places them above my head. He leans his face in close and my heart starts to race. He smells heavenly, and I almost relax as his cologne hits me. He is smirking at me and I curse at myself for becoming weak just because he got closer. I glare up at him, hoping he can see the deep hatred I have for him burning I my eyes.

He drops my hands and I use this as an opportunity to shove at him again, tears brimming my eyes. This time I'm not crying out of fear, I'm crying because I'm so pissed

What makes you think you can force me to pay you back? It was your fault that you weren't watching where you were going! You really want to drag me to court for a strain? Don't you have more important things to be doing then harassing me?

His eyes sparkle wickedly , and his mouth has a small smile on it. He picks at a loose strand of my hair and twirls it around his finger. You really don't know who I am do you?

Okay , this guy is extremely cocky, and It's making me furious. He really expects me to know who he is ?

I burst out laughing and roll my eyes, Obviously you aren't important enough for me to know.

He chuckles clearly amused at what I said. He doesn't say anything , as he leans into me. I start to protest his uninvited closeness, but his knee slides up, resting softly between my legs, making me flush. One of his hands , finds its way into my hip. His touch immediately sends tingles down my spine. Why is my body reacting like this?

I suck in a sharp breath, as his knee moves a little higher up, and try my best to not make a noise. I will not show him how badly this is affecting me.

His face is dangerously close to mine, and for a second I swear he is going to kiss me. Instead ,his lips brush against my ear, sending shock waves throughout my whole body. I don't think I would be able to push him away even if I tried.

His voice is low and husky as he speaks softly into my ear, My name is Oliver Noah, and I am powerful enough to buy you , and every last thing you own.

My eyes widen in a sudden realization. Images of me seeing his face pop up on the television flashes in my mind. He wasn't just an average businessman, he was Oliver Noah. How could I not have recognized him? His face is all over the news and on the covers of magazines.

He leans back with a smug look on his face. He pulls away , my body immediately feeling cold from the loss of his warm touch. I had just made enemies with one if the world's richest and most powerful men.

I can't even speak because of how shocked I am. All I can do is stare at him with my mouth hanging open.

He softly puts his hand back under my chin and pulls my face to his, So, instead of paying me back with money, why don't you just pay with your body?

This was not good .Not good at all....