Hello Again, Brother in Law

Finding out about my best friend lied to me, after my mother bribed her with a ridiculous amount of money to stop being friends with me.

This happened a few hours after my boyfriend broke up with me, saying my mother hurt his mother's ego by offering them money to stay away from me.

This also happened a few hours after I buried my father, I had to withhold my anger while watching my Mom shed fake tears on that altar.

Whereas, four months ago. I had contacted her about my Dad's illness, and begged her to help but she ignored me. The moment she heard about his death. She flew back home, together with her new family, to give my father the so-called befitting burial.

And now, she's forcing me to go back with her for a reason I do not know. I was old enough to be on my own, why would she want to force me unless she had a motive.

I had cried, and my tear bag had turned desert at this point. So I decided to do what most people who are having a shitty day like mine, will do. Get drunk, get laid, or get high. Anything to pump my adrenaline.

Getting laid wasn't a good idea, considering I'm still in a daze and mourning my father, and I refused to believe that me and Atlas were done.

He could be messing with me; I thought.

Looking at the bottles lined up in front of me, I counted them. 1.2..3..4

I was on my fourth bottle of beer, and I was no doubt drunk as hell. I felt giddy and light, feeling all my worries crushing like it was nothing.

Remembering everything that happened during the day, I didn't feel any sad emotion.

I now understand why people get addicted to alcohol, because what the fuck was this wonderful feeling.

I picked out a few bucks from my purse and dropped it on the counter for the bartender.

"Keep the change" I grinned at him and winked.

The bartender, a short guy black guy with a low cut and lots of tattoos on his arm, didn't look amused at all. He only took the money and continued to mix his drink.

I huffed as I turned, walking towards the exit, wondering why he'd ignore a hot girl like me.

I knew I was a pretty girl, and no man should ignore me like he did. Apart from the fact that I was still in my black burial attire, which doesn't matter. Does it?

I was lost in thought, and obviously unbalanced due to my drunkmess, causing me to bump into someone unknowingly.

"Hey! Watch where you are going!" I snapped.

Looking up, I saw a tall man, with broad shoulders whom I bumped into.

" You bumped into me, kitten, watch it!" he snapped back.

I couldn't get the clear look at his face as it was dark where we stood, but his blue eyes were shining at me.

"No you bumped into me, mother fucker!" I yelled, louder than I intended, causing few murmurs and shut ups from people lurking around the dark corners.

"God, you're so wasted" he chuckled, I could barely see him but I could tell he was shaking his head.

"I'm not!"

"You are, now get the fuck out of my way" he said pushing me like I was nothing as he walked past me.

Before I could stop myself, I raised the bottle of beer on my hand and emptied the remaining content on his body.

He flinched, turning to me with fury eyes "What the fuck is wrong with you!"

"You said I'm wasted, I just showed you what it means to be wasted" I smirked.

He grunted something under his breath, as he pulled the shirt over his head and began to walk away, but not towards the club entrance.

I followed him because I was curious and I enjoyed messing with him.

"Where are you going?" I asked, We got to a small door at the back of the building and he took out a key and opened the door.

"Wait, how did you get a key?" he ignored my question as he walked into the room while I followed him in.

It was either I was too drunk to care about stranger danger, or was I just tired of living that made me follow him into the room.

I was marvelled at the sight of the room. It looked like a proper bedroom, with a king-size bed in the middle of the room, adorned with a beautiful chandelier and white painting.

"No way, how come there's something like this in a club. How come you know about this?"

I heard him groan before his deep voice yelled. "Because I own the goddamn club!" he snapped, turning to my side.

The moment our gaze met, both of us froze. Simply taken aback by the sight of each other. He wasn't what I expected, I didn't expect him to be this good-looking. He looked like he was a goddamn Greek god. I wasn't sure if that's what he thought about me too, maybe I look cuter than he thought, or uglier.

I hoped it was the former.

My gaze darted to my naked chest, and I didn't know when I muttered "God!" and swallowed a large amount of spit welled up in my mouth before I started drooling.

"Can you put a shirt on" I said, still unable to take my eyes off the toned abs, and strong biceps.

How long has he been gymning really? I asked no one in particular.

"If you hadn't poured beer on it, I will"

"But isn't this like your space, how come you don't have clothes here"

"Why? Is it disturbing you?" he narrowed his eyes, a small smirk finding its way to his lips.

"Yes "

"How so?" he took drastic steps towards me, closing the distance between us to an inch.

He towered over me, looking like a giant beside me as I was just 5'7ft and he was a like a whooping 6'3. His woody scent filled my sense of smell.

I gulped a huge spit again as my eyes were strained on his chest, I almost passed out from restraining myself from touching it and feeling them under my palm.

"If you don't move back, I'll be forced to touch it" my sentence came out breathy, he knew he was having an effect on me and he was enjoying it.

"Really?" he whispered back, looking down between us and then grabbed my wrist pulling it up and placed it on his chest.

My eyes widened as I looked up to meet his stare.

"Touch it" he said.

"I..." I couldn't move my hands, nor move my mouth. I was dumbfounded. He grabbed my wrist again, and moved it up and down his chest.

I moved my hand involuntarily, exploring every part of his toned abs myself, he dropped his hands on my wrist as he watched me with a dark lustful gaze.

I loved the way his muscles clenched under my palm as I moved my hand to his lower body, I stopped when I was a few inches from his V line and looked up at him.

I didn't want to pass my boundary.

"It's okay" he said as if reading my mind.

I continued to move my hand down, my finger grazing the hem of his pants, I pull an inch of my finger into his pants and looked up at him, both our eyelid are heavy with lust.

Our breathing faltered and he moved fast as I moved my hand deeper into his pants, to his mons pubis, then I touched it. I touched his cock. I wrapped my finger around it causing him to groan and pull my waist to his body.

Fuck, he was so thick but before I got the chance to access the length, he pulled my hand out and crashed his lip on mine.

Sucking on them like his life depended on it.

How did we get here? Why was my body reacting to this, why was there sexual tension in the air, why was he looking at me like he wanted to eat me alive. Why am I aroused by this, why am I fucking wet for a man I just knew.

Before I knew it, my back had hit the bed as he hovered on top of me.