As I watched Nessa leave, I actually wonder if I should go back home. Yeah, I know I just said that I was tired and wanted to go home but I actually don't want to. I didn't want to tell Nessa that I'm still heartbroken and acting pathetic over a dumb job.

I have no idea what it was that persuade me to stay but I did. Maybe it was the rejection of not being good enough or that maybe the company didn't think I was worth keeping. Something about it triggered all the raw emotion of my break up with Harry.

Soon enough, I got more alcohol from the new bartender and keep going. It was the most stupidest thing I ever done but it was also exciting. Chugging them down, a competition to get me drunk. I get tipsy more and more and if I don't stop anytime soon I will be full on drunk.

Half drunk, I noticed from the corner of my eye a man walking towards my direction. I don't get a good look as I quickly look away, chugging yet another shot of tequila. Ugh! God, that tastes awful. I don't know how people become alcoholics.

"Hello," A husky voice catches my attentions. I turn as I gasp out loud. Holy Mother of Biscuits! How is this man real? Is he photoshopped?

Sitting there, the green eye stranger from before flashes one of most beautiful smiles I have seen at me. Damn! Cue fangirling moment right here.

I discreetly examine his features. He had green eyes, which was shocking  because they looked more like gems.  Moving on, his body rippled with muscles, you can easily tell through his tight dress shirt and which is justifying on his part. Ooo, and let's not forget his dark brown hair that looked both soft and  flawless.

"H-Hi," I stutter like a freaking peacock. God, why did I stutter? Hopefully, he didn't catch me checking him out or else this whole thing will be so embarrassing.

"Hey," He says back, as I awkwardly do nothing. What do I do now? Do I ask how are you? Do I even start the conversation? Or does he? Wait..maybe he's picking up drinks for his friends or even g-girlfriend. Y-yeah, that has to be it.

He probably has a girlfriend and yeah that's great you know. Just sitting here being a normal bar person, just casually drinking alone because they lost their job. Autumn, what are you even saying?

I don't know, I'm too busy freaking out.

I go to take another drink but his voice stops me once again, "How does a beautiful women like yourself sit here by yourself at the bar?" I gush at the word beautiful but quickly recover. He just said beautiful and he's got you gushing like a freaking middle school girl.

Seriously Autumn? No, you could do better than that.

"I don't know," I tell him not wanting him to know I just got fired, that would seem pathetic more than I already am. "What about you?"

He doesn't say anything but takes a shot of whatever drink he ordered when I was panicking. I only realized now but he seems tipsy probably just the same as me.

He turns at me giving me a knowing look, " Oh, I get it. Family issues, work or girl?" I ask keeping it simple .

"A little bit of everything to be honest,"

"Well, that sucks. Join the club. Been there, done that." I take another shot as he does that same.

"If it makes you feel any better, I had the most crappiest day. Probably not the same as yours but at least it's something." I lightly smile at him in hopes to brings him in better spirits. He returns the gesture making me blush.

God, damn it Autumn! Keep it together man!

"So, since you guessed my problems. It's a guy isn't it? Do I have to kill someone?" I laugh and shake my head.

"No, no. At least not tonight. It's actually a work problem so..."

"So, what I'm hearing is you are guy free? No boyfriend?" He smoothly asks the question if I am single. I must admit I kinda trapped myself in that one.

"Yeah, no boyfriend sadly," I sheepishly grin.

He doesn't say anything thing else but smirks. He takes yet another drink as I do the same.

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"God, you are so sexy," He whispers in between kisses, making me feel butterflies. He closes the hotel door, pushing me against it. I don't know how we got here but we did. All I know is I'm so drunk and so is he. We are both drunken messes who can't get enough of each other.

At the bar, we talked and laughed while he flirted and me being the awkward one blushed every five seconds. I had a good time nevertheless and I think he did too. We arrived at a hotel some point in the night but I can't remember not when I'm intoxicated and whole his lips are doing things to me I didn't even know was possible.

His breath stinks of whiskey but it doesn't stop me from making out with him. It makes me want him more which is surprising. Maybe it's him or maybe I'm just too drunk to care. 

He groans as I pull his chest closer to mine, making me hum in contempt. "I can't get enough of you," He whispers in my ear, earning a light moan from me.

My eyes widen in embarrassment, looking the other direction but I recover when his lips move to my neck. Not caring anymore about it, I focus on the beautiful specimen who I am currently making out with.

He feather kisses my neck, trying to find the spot that would get a response from me. Soon enough, he finds it, another moan escaping my lips. God, I want him and I want him now.

His hands move from my waist down to my butt, giving it a light squeeze as I gasp. He slides his tongue forcefully making both of us moan at the intrusion. He picks me up against the door as I wrap my legs around him easier for him to suck my lips and neck.

He continues kissing me, making me feel hot and bothered. I pull on his soft hair as he groans into the kiss.

I motion him to take me to the room, in which he complies. He carries me to the master bedroom still kissing me not leaving any space between us.

He steps away, closing the door. When he comes back, I already know what's about to come. I mischievously smile at him.

Let's hope sober me doesn't regret this. 

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Chapter Three Done! Yay! I really don't feel comfortable writing those you know scenes...so yeah. Until next time...

Love, The Author

-Katherine