Cold Coffee

Cold Coffee Chapter 1

Rouge had no idea what was the reason she was out clubbing tonight when she had to get ready for her new job in the morning. "Would you stop stressing Rou? You're the new boss, you deserve this celebration!" Sure, her position at Samsung had provided her with the ability to get away with murder, but that meant nothing when she had to prove that she deserved the business way more than her younger brother Jasper did. With a friend like Azria, that was close to impossible, she was convinced that Rouge needed a social life, a sexual life... Rouge couldn't disagree with her friend any more than what she already has. She had Azria as her social life and her sex life was well seen to thanks to her dildo, and other sex toys in her collection. It's only been a week since her father handed her the business and Rouge had Azria begging for a night out since Monday. It was Azria's idea to come out to the club, knowing that Rouge had difficulty holding her liquor. "Azri, maybe we should do this another time." Rouge muttered to her friend as the bouncer stamped their wrists. Azria ignored her friend and dragged her deeper into the club.

With being easily influenced by a very persistent best friend, Rouge was ten vodka shots down, with the barman concocting a magical drink with tequila, soda tonic, rum and lemons. It was vowed to make both Rouge and Azria drunk out of their minds. "We'll be back." Rouge chirped with a slur at the barman who flashed a wide grin at her and said something she had no idea how to comprehend. She found the guy attractive. She had to get away before she did something stupid and talked to him. "Let's dance!" She yelled at Azria who struggled to find her balance. Rouge felt herself release as the vibrations of the speaker she found herself grinding against rippled through her body. That was proof enough that she needn't a man in her life, she knew what she needed and when she needed it- men were irrelevant when it came to her life.

Azria had dragged Rouge back to the bar. "We can dance when we're hydrated." She slurred as she almost fell into her friend. The barman, Gary was far too entertained by the pair. "So it's another round then?" He asked as he'd already poured their vodka shots. "Make it four, I'm thirsty." Azria excitedly announced. "I'm going to the bathroom." Rouge yelled as she walked away with a drunken sway in her hips." "So what's your name?"

Rouge was too drunk to even comprehend what she was doing, where did she say she was going again? The guys in here were so attractive. "Miss, you can't be here." Somebody said, she looked up at him and stumbled to keep her balance. "I want to go home." She said and jutted her lip out feigning sadness. Why was she talking to this guy? Had she not sworn never to talk to a man in her life? "This isn't close to where your home is lady." "Terrance, bring her here." A deep voice spoke behind the big guy who wouldn't allow her to peep over his shoulder. He then proceeded to take stand by her side and pushed her closer to the guy who was seated and surrounded by a lot of other men. They must be less prominent. Rouge's vision blurred as she mentally struggled but physically complied and moved closer. "Harlan Ander Montgomery." He stretched his hand out for the girl to shake. She struggled to stay firm on her feet. It meant his barman was doing wonders to the people on the bottom floor. She eventually gripped his calloused hand. Oh what she'd allow his beastly hands to do to her body. What was she thinking? She didn't want him to do anything to her. It had to be the alcohol talking. "I'm Rouge Calla Evers." She slurred and almost fell into him. He quickly retaliated and gripped firmly around her waist. "Careful Miss Rouge, we wouldn't want you to damage your pretty face or hurt you little body now eh?"

His deep voice sent shivers through her body and for the second time tonight, she was left hot and bothered. She couldn't stand upright now that he held onto her. Her body betrayed her mind and fell slack into him. "Welp, looks like you're done for the night." He said brazenly, as if he were expecting her to give into his touch. She smiled and responded "Not with you eh?" She turned to face him. Where was this coming from? Rouge sounded nothing like herself. Harlan's expression was shocked for a second or two before he recovered. Usually he was the one hitting on girls. He wondered if this petite yet curvaceous frame was as brash as her drunken mind suggested. "Miss Rouge, you're wasted. How about we get you rested and if you're still feeling up to it another time, I could take you up on that offer?" His suggestion fell on deaf ears as she stood on the tips of her toes, bit down on her earlobe and rubbed her hand along the firm imprint on his tracksuit pants. "I like being taken advantage of." She whispered.

Where was her mind for fuck sake? She didn't want to do anything with Harlan, but her body said different as she grind her lower bottom against him. His laughter erupted as his hands roamed over her body, dipping into the slips of her waist and gripping on her well rounded arse. He'd have no problem having his way with her- if they were in the same state of mind obviously. Knowing that she'd have difficulty walking, he lifted her into his arms causing her to yelp excitedly. "Let's get you home." "I like the sound of that." She whispered. "What's your address?" "26 Fuel Road Coronation Ville." He gripped her waist tighter and a couple of men his entourage followed. He must be a well-known somebody if he had all of these men hanging around him so haplessly. "Have they nowhere else to be?" Rouge asked suddenly sounding tired. "Well, we're what you call night owls Miss Rouge. They do whatever they want in their free time until ten o'clock every night." Harlan answered as somebody ushered them in the backseat of a car.

Suddenly recollection of who she walked into the club came to her. "Azria... She's still in the club." Rouge whispered tiredlyand soon, she fell slack into Harlan's lap. "Rick, find Azria and get her homesafely, would you?" The bodyguard nodded before shutting the door, closing Harlan off from his view and made his way back into the club.