CHAPTER 2

Dalia's POV

"Hi, angel," his deep voice reached my ears and I swear I almost forgot how to breathe.

He looked so breathtaking even under the club's dull lighting. I could not take my eyes off him or even give him a response, I just stared at his handsome face.

His eyes looked so mesmerising even though I could not see their colour because of the club's lighting. His hair was so long, he packed half of it in a ponytail and the other half went past his neck. I wanted to run my hands through it and see if they felt as soft as they looked. His full lips looked so soft and his jaw looked so sharp they could cut through diamond, yes they looked that sharp.

"Like what you see, angel?" I heard his voice again and that was when I realised I was staring. I looked down at my shoes in embarrassment and looked up when I felt him pull me close such that there was barely any space between us.

My breath got caught in my throat and I had to remind myself to breathe. "Breathe Dalia, he's just another man. You see men everyday, there's nothing different about him," I tried to give myself a mental lecture which went down the drain the moment I heard his voice in my ears again.

"Dance with me, angel," the stranger said and turned me such that my back was against his front. I did not need to be told twice as I felt his hands on my waist holding me in place.

I started grinding sensually against him making his grip on my waist tighter. I felt him poking me and it sent electricity through my body making my nipples harden in my top.

I knew I couldn't blame me wanting to feel his body against mine on alcohol, it wasn't the alcohol. I purely wanted to feel his body against mine. It's been long I've felt anything like this.

Actually I've never felt anything like this. I never felt this way with him. I shook the thought off my head and focused on the man behind me.

We danced for a while before I went back to the bar to get another drink. I smiled at the bartender and asked for another shot as I sat down. The bartender smiled at me before his smiled dropped and he hurried off, I was wondering what that was about until I looked behind me and saw the stranger from the dancefloor behind me.

"Do you mind?" he said as he sat down facing me on a spare bar stool beside me. I saw the way his muscles flexed when he placed his arm on the counter and I wanted to feel them underneath my arms.

What is wrong with you Dalia? He's a stranger for fuck's sake, a hot stranger, but still a stranger nevertheless. I'm not supposed to have anything with him, they're all the same, they're all the same, I kept thinking in my head. Men that look this good are bad news, he's giving playboy vibes.

I looked around for Chelsea so we could go, he was making me nervous, but I could not find her. I pulled out my phone and was about to text her when I saw that she's texted first.

"Lia, I left for the apartment with my man for the night. I wanted to come get you but I saw you with a Greek god that looked like he wanted to take you on the dancefloor. You should have fun, and I'd tap some of that goodness if I were you. I'll see you in the morning, get back safely. I love you," her text read.

Oh great, just great Chelsea. I've never wanted to slap someone as much as I wanted to slap Chelsea in that moment. She brought me to the club and then left me with a stranger? I was going to kill her.

"Just great Chelsea, you deserve the best friend of the year award…not. You brought me here then left me for a stranger? What if the "Greek god" is a serial killer? I'm so killing you once I get back, so help me God. You better let me meet you in one piece, hoe. I love you too," I texted her back and groaned internally. Now I have to go back on my own.

"A penny for your thought? You look like you've been jilted by a friend," hot stranger said from my side, taking a sip of his drink.

That single action made the ache in my core worse, the way his arms flexed, the way his Adam apple bobbed, did a number on me. I remembered he asked me a question and I nodded my head.

I really have to leave before I make a bad life decision, was the thought running through my head. Just looking at this man before me made me want to do things I wouldn't normally think of, what is wrong with me?

"What's your name, angel?" He asked me, looking me straight in the eye, which made me more nervous than I already was.

"Dalia," I answered him and he repeated my name again, giving me butterflies in my lower stomach. My name has never sounded so good.

"What's yours?" I asked him too out of courtesy and he said his name is Alexander.

He started making small talk with me, asking if I lived nearby, the kind of work I did, if I stayed alone and other stuff like that. I answered him too and asked him questions too.

He told me he had his own company in the city, he came to the club with his friend whom he lost sight of when he saw me. We were talking and laughing like we've known each other for a while and it was amazing. He did not ask personal questions and he was polite.

I did not realise we got so close until his arms brushed mine and I looked up at him.

"You have beautiful eyes, Dalia," he said and the sexual tension came back. He ran his tongue over his lower lips and I wanted to kiss him so bad.

"Thank you, you have beautiful eyes too?" It came out as a question and he lightly chuckled and the sound sent tingles through my spine. I felt my nipples harden again and hoped that my top was doing a great job of not showing it.

"Wanna get out of here?" He asked and I was reluctant to answer. One part of me wanted to just go back home and just sleep, I'd rather not play with fire. The other part of me wanted to just feel good tonight, I wanted to explore what this man made me feel.

I nodded my head after deciding that a night of pleasure won't change anything. Chelsea was right, I've been dwelling in the past for too long. I'll be starting a new job on Monday, might as well have a little fun before that new phase of my life starts.

He grabbed my small hands gently in his large ones and we left the club. As we got out, he led me towards his car and my jaw dropped. I don't know much about car but that car looked fucking expensive and I was amazed.

He laughed lightly like he knew the effect the car had on me and I playfully rolled my eyes at him as he opened the door for me. He got in too, texted someone on his phone (probably his friend that he mentioned earlier), and started driving.

My core was aching and I just wanted to feel his body on mine, he seemed to be having the same problem if the way his knuckles gripped the steering and the tent in his pants was anything to go by.

The sexual tension in the car was so thick, you could cut it with a knife. He wasn't talking either which made it more awkward.

We drove to a magnificent hotel but I could not take in the beauty nor pay attention to its name because Alexander opened the door and gave his keys to the valet after which he opened my side of the door and held my hands in his again.

People greeted him as we walked into the lobby and he just nodded in acknowledgment. We made our way to the elevator and he pressed the button for the last floor. Oh God, he must be quite popular around here, he even has his own room.

You thought you were special or he's a saint? My subconscious mocked me and I mentally rolled my eyes. It was going to be a one time thing after all, after tonight we're not going to be meeting again.

The elevator door opened into a beautiful penthouse. The living room looked so large and I could see the spotless kitchen and enjoined dining area from the door. Just how rich is this guy?

I hadn't fully taken in the beauty of the room when I was suddenly spun around and soft lips landed on mine.