Chapter 2

Zac

I’m not totally sure how long I had been sitting at the bar, but it seemed like a good idea at the time as I had just landed my first ever teaching career here at the local college and to celebrate I had decided to have a drink or two.

So here I was, carefully sipping my Captain and Coke when the front door of the bar opened. Shifting my gaze in the direction of the door, I see it. A beautiful young woman with long red hair and the most stunning blue eyes, although red from what appeared to be crying. Her 5’9 frame and curvy body made my dick throb. Fuck she was beautiful.

Keeping my gaze on her, I see her slowly approach the bar only to take a seat. The bartender eventually asked her what she wanted to drink. When she asks for something strong, I become worried. A tell tale sign she had been hurt. When the bartender moves to fulfill her order, I go back to sipping my own.

Returning with her drink in hand, the bartender places it down in front of her before attending to his other clients, my focus still on her.

About an hour or two later, the young woman was finishing up her fourth glass. Worried, I moved to approach her. Not wanting her to over do it. “Another drink?” I hear the bartender ask, not caring about her health so long as he got paid to serve her drinks.

“Yes-” she says only for me to cut her off, knowing she was at her limit already.

“I think the young lady’s had enough for now” I say, catching the attention of the girl. Her beautiful blue eyes are mesmerizing. Beautiful. Mentally groaning I knew I was in trouble. The instant attraction is apparent.

“Of course” is all the bartender says before leaving us alone. Returning my focus to the woman in front of me, I move to take her in. Her lips plush, as if begging to be kissed. Her hair like fire as the light reflected off her gorgeous red hair and the most dazzling blue eyes I had ever seen.

“Okay Princess, that’s enough for you” I tell her, realizing a little too late about calling her Princess. But to me she was. She the Princess and I her Knight. Yet, I was nothing but. Knowing she couldn’t be any older than 21, I knew she had way more potential than me. At 32, I had all but given up on dating. But with this girl, it was as if my body had come to life.

“Alyssia” mutters the girl, catching my attention.

“Pardon?” I ask, not quite catching what she had said beforehand.

“It’s Alyssia” says the girl again, clearer.

“Mmm, well Alyssia, I think it’s time you went home now” I tell her, the way her voice sounded coming from my lips made my dick twitch again. Thankfully the club was dark.

Helping her to stand, I can’t help but notice her stumble. Only four drinks in and already tipsy. “Easy there” I say, trying to steady her. My arms wrapped around her waist as I did. Mentally moaning at the way she felt against me.

The scent of honeysuckle and strawberry with a hint of mint hitting my nose. Fuck, was that her shampoo? Or was that her? Either way her scent was driving me nuts. “Sorry” she mutters, drawing my attention to her face.

“No problem” I start before swallowing a lump within my throat. “Now off you go” I say, trying to nudge her in the direction of home, having escorted her out of the bar during that time.

“No… I can’t… Don’t want to” she stutters, making me pause.

Didn’t want to? What could have possibly happened to make her not want to go home. Arching an eye, I move to pick her up within my arms. “Okay fine. You can stay with me until you sober up then” I say before heading in the direction of my apartment. Not far from where I was living do I move to take her home with me.

Fuck, what have I’ve done? I groan to myself. A first for me in a long time as I haven’t brought a woman home since I was 25.

About 10 minutes later, we eventually approached my apartment complex. Entering through the front of the building, I managed to get us inside without dropping the young girl. Heading for the elevator, I move to press the button as we wait. My thoughts still drifting to the girl within my arms.

Just who exactly was this girl and why was she at a bar drinking. More importantly, why didn’t she want to go home. Pausing in my thoughts I move to see the elevator open allowing me to enter. Stepping inside I move to hit the top floor of the building.

More thoughts for another day I suppose, was all I think as I wait. A couple of seconds later we eventually approached the top floor. “Here we go, home sweet home” I mutter, placing the girl down long enough for me to open the door. My place is modest but the view is spectacular.

Once the door was open, I gently moved to escort her inside. Guiding her to the couch, I move to let her sit while I go back to close the door and lock it. Not wanting to disturb my neighbors or anyone else for that matter. Upon locking the door, do I hear her sweet voice from the couch. “Thank you” replies Alyssia, catching my attention as I move to gaze at her. Her body sitting pretty on the couch. “For what? All I did was keep you from over drinking” I tell her, moving towards my spacious kitchen to grab us some water. Knowing she would need it after all her drinks from earlier.

“For that and…” She trails off, eyes adverting elsewhere.

“And?” I ask, approaching her slowly as I move to hand her her glass of water.

“For being so kind and letting me come here. You didn’t have too” she mutters while taking the glass.

“I know, but I couldn’t just leave you. You looked like you really needed the help” I admit, carefully taking a seat next to her.

Nodding, she moves to look at her lap, unsure of what else to say, I move to take a sip of my water only to choke the moment she speaks.

“Do you think I’m pretty?”

Spitting out my water, I move to look at the girl once more. Her question startling me as I do. Of course she was pretty. Fuck, she was drop dead gorgeous. If she was mine, I’d show her everyday just how much I loved her. I would worship her body and pleasure her all the same. Getting ahead of myself, I move to speak, my dick now throbbing just from all my unwanted thoughts. Mentally cursing myself for thinking she would be mine. She probably had a boyfriend already.

“Of course you're pretty, why do you ask?” I say as quickly as possible.

“It’s just… No, it’s nothing. Thank you for the water” is all she says as she gulps down her glass before placing the now empty glass down, moving to stand as she did. “I should go. Thank you again” and then like that she moves to leave.

Baffled, I quickly placed my own drink down before moving to stand. “WAIT” is all I say as I move to reach for her, pulling her back against me, our bodies flushed. “Don’t go, please” and just like that I knew I was doomed. Her scent overpowering my own.