One martini

This man looked like a mystery of his own. Before he could deepen his gaze, I averted my eyes. Something that I rarely do. My heart rate accelerated. What was his feeling?

“Vodka,”

I murmured, my voice barely audible as I slid the glass. Raising my brows, I gave him a confused look for I couldn’t understand why he was not taking my glass. Well, my doubts were soon cleared as my eyes looked at him. He had his eyes widened and mouth gaped open as he stared over my shoulder. I gulped. W-what was happening behind me? My panic-

“One Martini,”

A husky voice spoke behind me. An unexplainable tremble ran down my spine and my heart jumped. The effect this unknown man’s voice had over me was inexplicable. It sent tingles all over my bare back.

“C-coming right up,” the bartender stuttered and I tensed as I sensed him from my peripheral vision sitting on the stool beside me. His sharp and intense gaze had me sweating in a way that made me feel anxious. His presence was intimidating.

“What is a beautiful girl like you doing here? All alone?” My body tautens at his words that rang in my ears for several seconds. I had heard this a thousand times, these words barely meant anything to me, but his voice, the way he said it, was so different. So intense. I turned around, finding the man that looked like he breathed danger, sitting next to me, wearing a sternness on his handsome face.

I looked at him closely, the sharp angle of his jaw, the high cheekbones that looked carved by a mastered craftsman, but his eyes, god, was it possible to drown in them?

“Lorenzo,” he chuckled, introducing himself. I licked my dry lips and nodded before extending my hand with a little nervousness as my fingers twitch.

“A-Sabrina,” I almost said my real name.

Lorenzo.

His eyes flickered as he assessed me with a fierce look in his eyes. I had no idea what it was, but this man looked like the man I’d avoid. Out of the corner of my eye, I glanced at the bartender as he gave a startled look now and then. This man might be someone who I shouldn’t get close to. I clasped my finger and fidgeted with them unknowingly as his eyes turned into ones of amusement.

“All alone?” He asked in his commanding tone that had me entrapped and I opened my mouth.

“No, I’m waiting for someone,” Now that I realised, I couldn’t fail my task today. He nodded, his bulky arms flexed behind him as his black button-down stretched and I peaked at his chest as a few markings of black ink greeted me back. I couldn’t catch the full glimpse, but when I looked closely at his neck, there were a few more that peeked through his collar.

The bartender slides our drinks.

To ease my nervousness, I gulped it down in one go as Lorenzo chuckled at my action. His curious yet intimidating eyes watched me like a hawk, and I could feel them undressing me. Now that I had alcohol in my system, my body was getting light. And I was finally able to meet his eyes. And god! He was perfection, sculpted by sacred hands. I ogled at him like any other woman in the damn club.

“Who are you?” I asked, not in a rude manner but with a small smile. His eyes gleamed in amusement as he leaned back against the counter before taking a sip of his martini.

“Whatever you want me to be,” he replied instantly. He was flirting with me. But I couldn’t understand what was it about him that made me feel so overwhelmed. He was indeed a man who shouldn’t be messed around with, but he was also the man who carried his aura like he ruled the world.

I chuckled.

The alcohol seemed to be doing its work.

“I know where you’re going with that, but sorry to break it to you. I don’t do one-night stands,” I chuckled a bit and he smirked at me.

“My intentions are holy, sweetheart,” he said throwing his drink down his throat and eyes trailed over my busting cleavage, as he licked his lips to induce the art of seduction. This man, he was making me feel….naked. My chest rose up and down and his eyes followed every movement.

“So much coming from a man with the name of a devil,”

My breath hitched and my cheeks flared as he leaned closer, his knees brushing against mine and I felt my heart rate increasing. His hand raised and I closed my eyes instinctively when I felt the tips of his burning fingers brushing against my ear and down my left cheek, and my heart fluttered with unknown emotions building inside me.

I was sure he could feel my pulsating pulse under his thumb, I was entrapped at the moment, forgetting about my task at hand, and his eyes flickered between my lips and my gaze. Whether it was alcohol in me or the hypnosis his indigo gaze held me in, I felt myself leaning into his touch. Something so warm, so welcoming.

“Are you scared of me?” His voice was so low that it reached the deepest part of his soul that had been untouched for years. Something non-existent, something that wasn't entirely mine but at the same time something familiar. A craving, a yearning, and his one touch. He looked like the man who wanted to corrupt me, and, I was letting him.

“No,”

The truth was…

I was thrilled.

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