Irresistible Hunk (Mature) Completed

1. The Club

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Stacy's POV

Feeling helpless and stressed, I decided to go to the club believing that excessive alcohol and music can take away my problem. So I went to the bathroom and took a shower immediately right after Atty. Reyes left our home. During my bath our conversation with the said Atty. filled my mind.

"My client sent me to inform you that he is giving you two months to pay your debt, otherwise, you have to leave." He stated in an unfriendly manner, without even greeting us. Does a simple 'Good evening.', burden him a lot? And why come at night? It's half past seven already!

"What? That fast? Can you give us a year,please? My husband just died. I don't have work, and one of my daughters just resigned from work. We don't have a place to live aside from here", my mom pleaded, shock and fear laced on her face. Well it's not just our mother who felt that way but all of us.

"It's final, and he is not bargaining. So either pay or leave.", he said sternly.

What! "Doesn't your client have a heart?! My father just borrowed the money three months ago, he even have a collateral which are these land and house, my father was just buried a week ago, where in the hell will we get that amount of money in just two months?!." I told him angrily, tears threatening to flow not because of sadness but because of hatred towards a person, how could a person be as bad as his client? He has no mercy. He knows that we have nothing aside from these properties.

"I think he does, he won't be alive if he doesn't. I'm leaving, Mrs. Anderson, I'll just come back after two months." He said dismissively while standing, nodding to my mother and walking towards the door. At the doorway he stopped and turn around, "But, if you can pay prior to it, you can just call me." he said mockingly with a smirk, and with that he walked out of our home. Devil.

Then, I heard mother crying and saying that she would rather die than seeing us, her children, homeless and sleeping in the streets while my elder sister is trying to calm her. I can't take looking at her like that,so I immediately fled to my room.

After my shower, I went to my closet and chose an attire for the night, I'm not fond of wearing dresses so most of my clothes consist of jeans, t-shirts and blouses. I noticed the only dress I have which was a gift of my friend a year ago in hopes of making me wear a dress. I examined the dress, it's a black, one shouldered sleeveless dress that fits my body like a second skin until mid thigh, which shows a lot of skin in my opinion. I don't know what came into me that I decided to wear it, maybe I'm just super stress to even care about possible men that will be gawking at me. After putting the dress, I did my make-up which was made of red fuck me lipstick, brown eyeliner, eye shadow that makes my brown eyes looks smokey, and mascara, then I curled my long hair which stops an inch above my waist. I'm good to go.

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An hour later at the bar, I already felt a little dizzy, maybe I should stop drinking, but who cares? Isn't it that getting drunk is what I wanted? Dance to the music? Have fun, be happy for a while and forget? I didn't dance yet,so I'm going to dance now and continue my drinks later. Yeah. At the thought, I abruptly turned around and was bumped with a body, I was pushed backward by the force but didn't fell at the bar counter because an arm was automatically snaked around my waist and pulled me forward to a man's body.

"Hey! This is a public area, so think before you move to avoid bumping and hurting other people,and disturb them", growled by the man.

Rude bastard! Angrily I pulled out my body from him, "Hey you too! Are you saying that I'm an idiot?" I asked him irritatingly.

"You said that." He stated calmly.

"How dare you! Hmmm, Let me guess..." I said like thinking while patting my index finger below my cheek. "You got dumped so you're grumpy and decided to drunk your ass off here, right?" I finished with a smirk.

He looked at me with curiosity and I think I saw amusement too, but he quickly masked it."Excuse me? Me getting dump? Aren't you a clown? He smirked at me.

Conceited! Well, he is tall about 6'1 ft., his short dark blond hair is messed, blue eyes, pinkish lips, with defined jaw, fair complexion, has a muscular body which caused his great sex appeal. He is wearing a black t-shirt that hugged his muscles perfectly, dark blue jeans, and black & white rubber shoes. Definitely has something to boast, But of course, I won't admit it to him.

"Are you done ogling me?" He asked arrogantly, putting his hands inside his front pockets.

"I AM NOT OGLING YOU." I answered automatically, emphasizing each word. "Believe me sweetheart, I've seen better, much much better." Liar. He cocked his head, lift one of his eyebrow like asking me 'really?', then he raked his eyes from my red four -inches heels that makes me 5'9, to my legs, my thighs where he stared for a while, then up to my waist, next my breast where he licked his lips while still staring at it, to my neck and lastly my face. And now it's my turn to ask.

"Are you done eye-raping me?" I asked and scrunch my face acted as disgusted by him checking me out.

He smirked and stepped forward, which makes us so close, our chest just an inch apart. He leaned to my ear and answered, "No I'm not done eye-raping you yet, and I just don't want that, I want to kiss your smart mouth feverishly, I want to ravish your body, I want to lick, nip and suck your breasts, your hardened nipples, and your pussy, I want you to be wet for me, I want you to come in my mouth, then I'll bury my dick inside you, and fuck you senselessly until you scream my name....sweetheart." He said slowly, his breath on my neck and bit my earlobe after. I shivered by his words, it aroused me, sent tingles that shoot in my pussy that makes me wet. No! Don't respond to his words. I'm stronger than temptation, I'm not like this at the age of 26 if I am weak.

I tipped my toes and mimicked him, I whispered, "Let's see if you can have what you want, sweetheart.", making sure that my lips are breathing and touching his ear while talking. Then I walked away from him to the dance floor.

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Written & Published: January 18, 2016