Don't touch me
Isleen rolled her eyes at the question, “Do I look like I have another company here?”
The man, who introduced himself as Ian, smiled. “Well then, let me accompany you throughout the night.
As their drinks were made by the bartender, they cheered and had some small talk.
It was quite boring as Aurora knew exactly the reason why the man came to her in the first place. He wanted what every man would want from her….it’s her beautiful body.
It was quite boring as Aurora knew exactly the reason why the man came to her in the first place. He wanted what every man would want from her…it’s her beautiful body. Well, she worked hard to get in shape after all.
The night was still young, and they kept on drinking.
“The night is getting livelier now, how about a dance?” Ian offered his hands to her, waiting for her response.
She ran her hand through her red silky dress that fell on her knees and accepted his offer. “Sure.”
The beat changed into something livelier and got louder for her to hear, enough to distract her wild thoughts.
She followed her body’s rhythm to the dance floor and before she knew it, Ian directed her to the center. Everyone was cheering for her, and Ian came to whisper to her ears, “Everyone’s staring at you.”
She followed her body’s rhythm to the dance floor and before she knew it, Ian directed her to the center. Everyone was cheering for her, and Ian came to whisper to her ears, “Everyone’s staring at you.”
She smirked at that, not needing him to inform her about that fact, “Good, I’m glad I got their attention.”
“Whoa!”
“Get those moves!”
“Damn woman!”
Different cheers came from different people who were looking at her. She swayed her hips sexily and grabbed her hair. This night is made just for her. So she owned it.
Instantly, the man then grabbed her thighs and followed her moves. The people cheered even more and they continued, his hands trailing on her stomach and before it could land on her breasts, she instantly pushed him away.
“What the-“
“Don’t touch me!” She yelled, and silence from the crowd.
Ian scoffed, “Why are you acting like it's my fault bitch? Things we’re just getting good. You were asking for it with that dress.”
She gasped at what he said. The nerve! Give a man a chance and he acts like it was you who followed him. Really, they need to realize that things don’t revolve around them. Her hands instantly slammed on his face, earning a slap. The man glared at her, not expecting it.
She gasped at what he said. The nerve! Give a man a chance and he acts like it was you who followed him. Really, they need to realize that things don’t revolve around them. Her hands instantly slammed on his face, earning a slap. The man glared at her, not expecting it.
“Be grateful that I don’t hit a woman.” He snarled, gritting his teeth.
“Oh yeah? What a sexist comment. If you’re up for a fight, I’m on.” She’s not just trained black belt in taekwondo, judo, and some martial arts for nothing. Good thing her mother made her learn those.
Instantly, Aurora felt strong hands grabbing her and she felt her nape getting tickled as the breath of the stranger hit it.
“That is enough.” Said the stranger who grabbed her from behind to the man, his tone getting with malice.
Aurora’s heart stopped beating for a second, biting her lip and dreading for this to happen.
She could almost guess who the stranger was protecting her right now and she didn't even want to know…
She could almost guess who the stranger was protecting her right now and she didn't even want to know…
Breathing deeply, she decided to look up and regretted it instantly…
“Aurora…” The man breathed out.
And damn she's right. It’s him. Reagan.
It had been eight years since that damn bastard had played with her feelings, eight years since she last saw him from the yacht when Felix came to get her but her feelings were still vivid…despite forcing herself to forget about it, trying to act like it didn't affect her at all.
Well, many things happened on that yacht eight years ago…He took her virginity there after all…
The feeling of dread, hatred, and anger, are all bottled up in one. She wants nothing more than to scream at him, yell at how much of an asshole he is but hidden deep inside, there was a feeling of loneliness and longing for him, and she hated herself for that.
The feeling of dread, hatred, and anger, are all bottled up in one. She wants nothing more than to scream at him, yell at how much of an asshole he is but hidden deep inside, there was a feeling of loneliness and longing for him, and she hated herself for that.
“It has been a long time.” He breathed out, his eyes searching hers.
“Why are you here, bastard?” This was the first thing that she came up with.
“I came after you to talk….but for now let me handle this.” He said, clenching his jaw, and giving a stare that could melt ice to Ian. “Yeah, be grateful I don’t hit a woman like you either, you bastard.”
“Who are you? This hoe’s mine, dude. Back off.” Ian replied, wanting to fight back. A few men came behind him, his friends.
Reagan raised her eyebrows, “Oh, she’s mine. So back off before you’ll lose teeth, bastard.”
Aurora glared at him, not wanting Reagan to call her mine. “It has been years, Reagan, there’s nothing between us.”
Reagan raised her eyebrows, “Oh, she’s mine. So back off before you’ll lose teeth, bastard.”
Aurora glared at him, not wanting Reagan to call her mine. “It has been years, Reagan, there’s nothing between us.”
Ian scoffed, making fun of Reagan. “Oh? So you’re just an ex then.”
“And you’re a stranger she just met at the bar. I had her, while you were still trying.” He retorted. “So who’s the real winner here?”
Ian shook his head, gave one last stare at Aurora, and walked away.
Aurora glared at him, “Really? Reagan? Why are you here?”
“We need to leave, princess.” That was all he replied, grabbing her hand.
“No.” She stubbornly replied.
She knew he had used his connections to find her, even though she willingly left him. He’s still in his white shirt and suit and tie, obviously that he just came from a meeting.
She knew he had used his connections to find her, even though she willingly left him. He’s still in his white shirt and suit and tie, obviously that he just came from a meeting.
“I just canceled my one billion contracts for you, Aurora, just to come and talk to you. Please?”
Aurora snorted, not having any of this. “Oh, then why did you even cancel it then? I’m not even asking you to so why are you making it look like it’s my fault?” Aurora scoffed at that, “Come on, Reagan, you have no place here, so leave me alone.”
Reagan then harshly grabbed her arms and pinned her to the wall, “Why are you living your life like this?” He leaned in, taunting her. “I couldn't even recognize you. You cut your hair and dyed it black. Seriously, please..”
Aurora smirked, daring him to meet her eyes, “I am no longer the Aurora you kidnapped in your yacht and fooled, Reagan. So back off.”
He looked at her sadly, still persistent in asking for her forgiveness. “I just want you to spare a second and give me time to talk, to explain my side. Please? Just hear me out and I’ll stop bugging you.” He said, looking sincere. Aurora is not even sure if he’s true to her words. She had enough of him.
