Chapter 3; Panic

Adaira POV}

If someone has told me that my life would take a comedic fictional turn from the fucked up one it'd been yesterday, I would have told that person to shove their thoughts up their ass and chew their kidneys so they cease to exist.

But here I am, as though living the life of many female lead characters in various books I'd read who'd snagged up their forever man after having a one-night stand with a stranger in a cheap-ass bar.

It's as fun, and interesting as it is unrealistic. But here I am, tightly secured in a manly embrace of a stranger who proposed to me without a ring and worst still, on his two feet!

I mean, I had been nothing but a horny bitch yesterday....and that was not me if we're being realistic. But that doesn't mean I'm a bitch who'd go for a sudden marriage with a stranger I spent a night with.

"Marry me, kitten."

It wouldn't have been so hard to push him away if he did not smell so nice and intoxicating. There's something in his manly musk mixed with his lavender scent that wraps me with warmth. His manly embrace kept me safe and prevent me from thinking too much about the fucker who messed up my heart.

But there's also this voice who scolded me to wake up from my delusions. None of this is real. Yeah! I need to get away from the man who thinks of me as nothing but a bitch!

Slowly and carefully, I extricate myself from the hug, taking a couple of steps back without looking up at the guy who after spending a night with doesn't make him any less a stranger...but now making a marriage proposal to me.

The moment I pulled away from the hug, my action was met with a collective gasp from the onlookers I had no idea how they got there, but the more prominent gasp was the one that came from Tora who'd shuffled herself closer to me.

"Don't tell me Asher is the one you fucked!"

I mean, I'd appreciate it if she kept her voice down or had the dignity to at least spare me the shame of looking like a desperate bitch to the other students who are miles away from us but could still pick up what is being said.

I turned my head to Tora, still not looking at the stranger with the ridiculous proposal. My eyebrows perked in question, waiting for Tora to elaborate more on what she'd said.

Asher. The name sounds familiar. In fact, it's more familiar than I'd like it to be.

But there are many Asher which made me so sure that it wasn't the Asher that my brain had suddenly conjured up.

I might have slept with the nerd Asher from the radiology department. But if I remember well, the man I slept with was all toned and muscled up. But the one in radiology could be mistaken for a teenager.

And that left me with the Asher in the History department. The guy who'd been given me side eyes and threw some flirtatious smiles and comments my way anytime he got.

I mean, I might have gotten why Tora seemed surprised or maybe upset that I'd slept with Asher from the history department. After all, I'd turned down the guy for like a zillion times in the harshest way possible.

But what does it matter? Daniel had broken my heart and I'd spent the night with Asher from the history department.

Even though on a normal day that I am me, and not the drunken side I'd exhibited yesterday, I would never be near the guy who looked like he was something shot out from a Playboy store.

I plastered a quick smile on my face, concealing the upsetting frown that was about to set in.

It's a win for Asher of course. He finally got to fuck the girl he'd been planning to woo. And a loss for me, because I'd become some desperate bitch who'd become someone's fuck toy because her boyfriend had cheated on her.

"Yes. Asher. I slept with Asher."

But then again, why would Asher from the history department want to marry me? Does he think I'm some sick damsel in distress who needs some shitty knight in shining armour?

Tora frowned, looking from me to the now Asher before us. "You told me you didn't see his face, princess. Did you lie to me?"

My shoulder slumped. My smile quickly disappeared to be replaced by a frown. I know what Tora was thinking. I mean, I know she would never judge me if I told her that I'd slept with Asher from the history department, but I truly have not...

"And she did not."

The husky voice which had been etched in my brain since last night cut through the whirl of thought going through my head. And for the second time, I realized how different history Asher's voice was from this voice.

Unless we're all speaking about different Asher here.

I whirled my head around to the stranger and I couldn't help the sharp intake of breath that almost left me gasping for breath.

There, standing in faded blue jeans with a button-up plain shirt was not the Asher from radiology, nor the one from history, but the one who, for the love of all good things that exist, made me think that my life is beautifully over and I'd gotten a free ticket to heaven or hell because I'd bitten more than I can chew.

"Fancy seeing my face now, kitten," Asher said with a goofy grin. "Made you think you could have requested the light in the room so you could drool all over...this."

He gestured towards his body from head to toe. His eyes cast a mischievous glint towards me in that face that still held the quirky grin.

Honestly! I did regret not turning on the light...not because I'd have fancy drooling over the body and trail the two lion's heads on his chest with my tongue. But because I'd have made a run for it if it'd known who it was I was spending my miserable night with.

Now, him fondling my ass seems sinful. His tongue that has invaded my mouth made me think that I'd bridged my contract with death and he's coming to take me along with him.

Because the Asher right here, who goes by Asher Blackwood wasn't the kind of guy I'd like to have a history with.

Watching Daniel with Katherina suddenly seems like a show I'd pay to watch.

But all I got was Asher still with his goofy grin. His blonde hair was packed in a low ponytail with a single tendril left to wander over his forehead. His pale skin which had no trace of bleaches in it glowed brightly in the morning sun. And his ocean-blue eyes that seem to be sucking me in.

Asher looked like a model straight out of a popular magazine. And if most of the city had not seen what he looked like under the plain button-up shirt he wore, he'd have passed as the good-looking but sexy-as-fuck man in the beauty magazine.

But I'd seen the man naked...many people have and Asher is the type who, calling him good-looking is condescending. The man is hot and sexy as fuck. Handsome and gorgeously dangerous.

With the two lion's head tattoo that house in his chest. The giant snake with a crown on its head that crawled its way from the middle of the chest to his thick forearm. I doubt anyone would want to associate something as light as "good-looking" with Asher Blackwood with that toned body and ripped muscles.

The man who's every girl's wet dreams... Girls who think relationships should not be rational but rather physical... girls who have some fucked up tendency to find gangsters hot and sexy. Some girls who did not include me unless you'd count the day I mistakenly saw his picture in only underpants and he'd appeared in my dream as a commanding bitch who made me suck his dick...which I might have maybe enjoyed.

And I'd ended up in that Asher Blackwood's bed, with him here making a marriage proposal to me. And that Asher Blackwood is not only dangerously sexy and hot. He's also a notorious gangster who kills in the worst way possible. He's the leader of the renowned Mafia organization that deals in anything and everything illegal and dangerous.

And I'd ended up with that Asher!

My head was spinning and I suddenly felt the urge to bend over and empty my stomach.

Perhaps, it was the shots of alcohol I had taken yesterday or it was the realization that I had slept with the most dangerous man in the world that made me want to take my last breath.

"Calm down, Adaira."

The voice was faint, as though coming from a distance. But no matter how soft and comforting the voice was, it can never supply me with the oxygen I need.

"Take a deep breath, Adaira."

But I can not! The air seemed to be forcing its way out of my lungs at full speed, tightening my chest in a painful knot that'd been hard to unknot later on.

Tears slid down my cheeks as I gasped intermittently.

Am I going to die? But maybe it's a good thing. I'll be dead before Asher kills me himself.

But I am still young...with little to no achievement.

As a lone tear slid down my face, my childhood flashed through my eyes as I tried to grasp onto them...

My Dad's beautiful smile as he beckoned at me to play with him. My mom giggled when I first took my first step. But it did not last long.

I saw my small self being shuffled into our tiny kitchen wardrobe. And the last thing I heard was the loudest gunshots before I blacked out.