𝐎𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 (𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝)

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I will start posting chapters from May 10th, 2025.

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As I stepped into the open bar, the warm glow of the twinkling lights enveloped me, instantly lifting my spirits. The soft hum of conversation and the clinking of glasses created a soothing melody that seemed to wash away the weight of my worries. I felt like I'd finally found a place where I could let my guard down and just be me.

The bartender, a friendly woman with a bright smile, greeted me with a nod and asked what she could get me. I ordered a cosmopolitan, my go-to drink when I needed a pick-me-up. As I waited for my drink to arrive, I took a deep breath, feeling the tension in my shoulders begin to ease.

When my drink arrived, I took a sip, letting the sweet, tangy flavors dance on my tongue. The vodka was smooth, sliding down my throat like silk. I closed my eyes, savoring the sensation, and let out a contented sigh.

As the alcohol began to take effect, my mind started to spin. Memories, both good and bad, swirled together in a kaleidoscope of emotions. I thought about that particular incident which led me to this place, alone. But instead of feeling overwhelmed, I felt a sense of detachment, like I was observing my life from outside my body.

I took more and more shots until I was totally into the vibe.

The music changed, shifting to an upbeat tune that made me want to move my body. I got up from my chair and made my way to the dance floor. The lights, the music, and the laughter all blended together, creating a sense of euphoria. I felt carefree, unencumbered by the weight of my worries.

As I danced, lost in the music and at the moment, I felt a sudden chill run down my spine. I sensed a presence behind me, and my instincts screamed at me to turn around. Slowly, I turned to face the entrance, and my heart skipped a beat.

He stood there, his piercing eyes fixed on me with an intensity that made my skin crawl. His jaw was clenched, his lips pressed into a thin line. I felt a shiver run down my spine as our eyes met, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still.

My mind racing, I tried to process what was happening. Why was he here? What did he want? But before I could even think of escaping, his guards moved in, surrounding the bar and blocking the exits.

I was trapped.

He strode towards me, his long strides eating up the distance. I felt my heart pounding in my chest, my breath catching in my throat. He stopped in front of me, his eyes blazing with anger, and reached out to take my drink from my hand.

Without a word, he raised the glass to his lips and finished my drink in one swift motion. The intimacy of the gesture made my stomach do a backflip. I felt like he was claiming me, marking me as his territory.

His eyes never left mine as he set the glass down on the bar. I felt like I was drowning in their depths, unable to look away. My fear warred with a twisted sense of desire, and I hated myself for it.

This was wrong, so wrong.

The air was thick with tension as he leaned in, his breath whispering against my ear, “Hey, Slut.” He said, without breaking eye contact.

“Finding a new man to fuck tonight?” He asked, his gaze piercing my whole body.

I felt a surge of indignation and shock. What was he talking about? I tried to protest, to tell him that he was wrong, but he didn't give me a chance.

“You're having an affair, aren't you?” he accused, his voice of rising in anger. "I know all about it. You think you can just lie to me, leave me, and get away with it?"

I tried to shake my head, to deny the accusations, but he wasn't listening. He was beyond reason, consumed by his own rage and jealousy.

He doesn't know anything. If he did, he would’ve not said that.

I tried to pull away, to escape the bar and his anger, but he was too strong. He grabbed my wrist, his fingers closing around it like a vice.

“Let me go!”I protested, trying to twist out his grasp.

But he just pulled me closer, his eyes blazing with fury. “You're not going anywhere.” he growled.

And with that, he lifted me off the ground, tossing me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. I felt a surge of humiliation and fear as he carried me out of the bar, his guards parting to let us through.

I pounded on his back, trying to get him to put me down. “Stop! Let me go!” I shouted, but he just ignored me, carrying me towards his car with a determined stride.

As he reached his car, he tossed me into the back seat, slamming the door shut behind me. I was trapped, my heart racing with fear and adrenaline.

He got in next to me, his eyes fixed on me with an unnerving intensity. “Remove your clothes.” he growled, his voice low and menacing.

I felt a surge of outrage and humiliation. “What? No! I won't do it.” I protested, trying to sound brave despite the fear that was gripping me.

But he just leaned over, his face inches from mine. “Don't play games with me.” he snarled. “I know why you are at this sex club. Do you think I can't see the desperation in your eyes for a dick?”

No. No. No.

I was here to drink with Lia but she got busy with her boyfriend who owns this place.

I wanted to say it out loud but I just couldn't.

His hand reached out, grasping the hem of my dress. I tried to push him away, but he was too strong. He yanked the dress up, exposing my legs and thighs.

I felt a wave of shame and vulnerability wash over me. “Stop! Please stop!” I begged, trying to cover myself with my hands.

But he just laughed, a cold, mirthless sound. “You're not in a position to make demands.” he sneered. “Now, take off the rest of your clothes.”

“No!” I replied with all the power left in me and before I could do something, the alcohol started doing it work. The last thing I remember is, he put his coat on me and the car started moving.

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WARNING - There is no sexual assault in this book. You can chill.

Are you excited? Because I AM!!

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