Confused (Getting Inside of V - Book 2) (2 page)

Chapter Two

I literally sleep the day away. It’s around seven at night when I finally drag myself from the bed. I walk into the bathroom and look at my reflection in the mirror. Damn, I look a hot mess. Dark rings around my eyes, thoroughly swollen lips, and a mass of knotted hair sticking up in all directions. I decided to stick with the blonde for now. I like it the best on me, it’s fitting to the woman I’m playing. I jump in the shower and get ready for a night out. The warm water glides over my body and I feel content. Well, as content as I’ll ever be. I lather my entire body up in my favorite lavender soap and make it a point to get as clean as humanly possible. I nearly rub my skin raw before I get out of the shower and get dressed for the night. I choose a black mini skirt and light pink crop top. It’s as hot as the devil’s lair outside, so minimal clothes are a necessity. I put on a pair of sky-high black stilettos. I consider saying fuck it and going for a pair of comfortable sandals instead, but I change my mind almost instantly. My legs look too fucking good wrapped around a sexy guy’s waist, getting fucked like nobody’s business, all the while wearing nothing but these fuck me heels.

I leave my hair down and straight, but make sure to have a hair tie on my wrist just in case I get too annoyed with it. My makeup is light and easy
, too. It makes me look a bit young, but with this heat, any makeup would sweat off. There’s really no point to take more time getting ready for that happen. I’ll chance looking young and innocent. It’s more beneficial for me, anyway. I lock up behind me and head towards the boardwalk. It’s a beautiful night and the moon still looks full. It makes the ocean sparkle. There are so many people out on the beach and on the boardwalk that I know finding someone to have fun with will be no problem. I walk up to the first bar I see and head directly inside. There’s nobody at the door taking IDs, so they must just do that at the bar. The place is relatively small, but may just seem that way because it’s packed wall to wall full of people. They all look exceptionally young, and to put it frankly, fucking easy prey. I need to weed out the losers and find someone in here spending Mommy and Daddy’s money. It’s funny to me that I’m probably the same age as most of these people and don’t act nearly as underdeveloped as they do.

I make my way to the bar to get a drink. I plan on nursing it for the majority of the night, so I don’t have a repeat. Surprisingly, they weren’t checking identification at the bar
, either. They must not give a flying fuck, being that it’s spring break and all. I finally get a bartender to pay attention to me and get a rum and coke on the rocks. The bartender is hot, but he doesn’t spare a second glance. He’s too busy running around to even care who’s giving him money. If I stay here for a while, I may consider applying for a bartending job here. Seems like he makes some pretty bad ass tips and gets to meet all kinds of people, too. That’s definitely my kind of job. I sip on my drink and survey my surroundings. There are a couple of loud mouth college douches to my left that keep making eyes at me. Definitely not my style. Sure, they’re hot, but I’m willing to bet they all have really small dicks. I think their loud mouths are used to compensate for it. One of the pack decides to break away and walk over to where I’m sitting. I place my drink on the bar and lay a napkin over the top. I give one of my infamous smiles. He stands a little too close for comfort and gets right down next to my ear.

“What’s your name
, sweetheart? Can I buy you a drink?” he growls.

He
’s good looking with his surfer blond hair and bright blue eyes. He looks way too young to even be in a bar, though. He still has a baby face, round cheeks and all. I bat my eyelashes and grab the collar of his shirt to push him back a little bit.

“Didn’t your
mother ever teach you about personal space?” I ask him innocently.

“My
mother was a cum-guzzling whore with no respect for herself or personal space. So to answer your question, no,” he retorts quickly. Uh-oh, someone has Mama issues. I laugh loudly, unforced. If only this guy knew.

“Sounds like your
mama and I would get along just fine,” I flirt and pick up my drink to take a sip. I let some drip out of the corner of my mouth and travel down my chest. I catch the droplet right before it reaches my cleavage and trail it back up towards my mouth. I stick my finger in seductively and suck the remnants off. There’s barely any taste of alcohol on my finger, but it’s sexy nonetheless. He stares at me dumbfounded for a second or so before the look of recognition lights up his eyes. I see the lust flare and it heats up every inch of my being. I feel the sudden urge to control someone. To fuck them, to use them. Their mind, body, and soul.

“You are beautiful. My friends and I have been talking about you for the last ten minutes before I got up enough courage to come and say hi
,” he whispers in my ear.

“Sweet nothings aren’t necessary
, baby. Tell me what you’re really after.” I feel his tongue against my ear lobe as he gently sucks it into his mouth. He wastes no time before trying to seduce me. I stand up from my stool and stumble a bit. It catches me off guard because I haven’t had much to drink. He catches me before I fall and I can’t help but giggle. He latches his mouth onto mine and it’s by far the worst kiss I’ve ever had. He’s sloppy and lacks all self control. I can’t stop laughing, which causes him to pull immediately away.

“Who taught you how to kiss, your grandmother?” I ask him
, still laughing. He doesn’t look even the slightest bit amused. I see his blue eyes turn extremely dark with rage.

“I’ll teach you to talk to me like that
, whore,” he responds. At first I think he’s joking, but the fucked up look in his eye is telling me otherwise. I pick up my drink and feel as if something is wrong, but I drink anyway. I’m too far gone at this point.

“What the fuck did you just call me?” I laugh even harder. If this guy is trying to be dominant, he needs to work on his delivery. “My high heels are bigger than your dick, kid.” I
’m amazed at the gonads on this one. Maybe he has a big dick after all. He’d better, that’s all I have to say. Must be packing something to feel like it’s okay to talk to a strange female like that and still think he’s getting laid. I back up a step and stumble again into the bar. A big man dressed in black makes his way to where we are.

“I think you’ve had enough. It’s time for you to go.” He looks at me seriously. I’ve never been kicked out of a bar before. What in the bloody hell
?

“What in the fuck are you talking about? I’ve barely had anything to drink!” I quickly quip and push my well
-manicured finger into his bulky chest. Before he can respond, college dude spews out a load of shit about going to get fresh air and how his girlfriend must have had too many.

“I’m not his girlfr
—” I argue, but he grips me by the upper arm and begins to lead me through the crowd and out the doors that open to the alley behind the bar. I try to pull away, but my mind doesn’t seem to be sending the right signals to my body. In other situations, I would be turned on by his forcefulness. But now, I’m just cloudy. My eyes feel heavy and begin to droop. I’m pushed up against a brick wall. My back stings like a bitch from the force placed upon it. I feel cold, damp lips on my neck, leading down to my chest. I can’t do anything but let it happen. I try to tell him no through my mouthful of alcoholic tasting saliva, but he doesn’t give a shit. I feel his slimy hands push my skirt up above my waist. I close my eyes and hope to get my wits about me long enough to knock this mother fucking piece of shit on his ass. I feel a cool rush of air and hear a loud scream. I peek my eyes open and see a whirl of colors. Blood flies all over the pavement in front of me as college boy is pushed roughly onto the ground. I lift my leg with every ounce of brain power I can muster and slam my heel down as hard as possible on his junk. It feels so fucking good. He makes no noise, so he must be out. His eyes are closed, so I’m not even sure if he’s alive or dead. At this point, I couldn’t give a fuck less. I just need to get the hell out of here. For once, this craziness is not my fault.

“Are you ok
ay, ma’am?” I hear a husky voice ask. I turn in the direction that it’s coming from. I squint my eyes and am not surprised at my savior. Mr. Green Eyes himself.

“I’ll be just fine. I’m not sure what happened, but I want to go back to my place. I don’t want to be here any longer. This is going to sound pretty pathetic, but would you mind pulling my skirt down
? My hands won’t listen to my fucking brain and this asswipe doesn’t listen very fucking well, either.” I feel my eyes get heavy again and I start to fall back against the wall. Green Eyes comes over to me hesitantly and gently pulls my skirt back down.

“Let me take you to the hospital.” He wraps his arm around my back and holds me up.

“Fuck no. No fucking doctors, no cops, no nothing. Please, just take me home.” He thinks I don’t know about him. But I do. I know he’s a cop. This is probably his way to easily get me to the nearest police station. Have me arrested while I’m all disoriented and fuzzy. Fuck that shit, I need to leave. I start to pull away from him and try to walk on my own.

“I know who you are.” Comes out of my mouth before I can stop myself. My legs fail me and the last thing I remember is hitting the cold concrete.

Chapter Three

My entire body is searing. I feel like I’m on fire and freezing cold all at once. Different parts of my anatomy are aching and not even in that familiar, I just had amazing sex, type of way. I slowly open my eyes and look around to survey my surroundings.

“Where the fuck am I?” I question out loud. Light hits my eyes and my head immediately begins to pound.

“I brought you back to my hotel,” I hear a gruff voice respond. I slowly turn my head to face the stranger. I’m only a bit surprised to see the cop standing in front of me with his shirt off.

“Did I fuck you?” I ask innocently. I’m even surprised by the lack of conviction coming from my usual confident voice. He laughs gruffly. He
’s the only one amused in this room, however.

“Why in the hell are you laughing?” I scowl at him. He waves his finger up and down in the air and continues to laugh hysterically. I look down at myself to see what in the world he’s talking about and realize that I’m still wearing the same outfit that I had on last night. Blood
-stained and all. Okay, so we didn’t have sex. Why in the hell am I in his hotel room, then? I try to rack my brain and think about the previous night, but only bits and pieces come back to me. When it hits me, I shake my head in disbelief. 

“I was fucking drugged, wasn’t I?” I question
, even though I know the answer. Most don’t remember being drugged, I’m just going to assume I wasn’t given as strong of a dose as necessary for that to happen. Either that, or my bad ass bitch reputation is holding down the fort. I faintly remember that college prick trying to have his way with me in the back alley. I wish I would have been more with it. I would have strangled the life out of that asshole and made him beg me to stop.

“I’m no doctor, but that would be my guess
, for sure. You were really pissed and even trying to walk away on your own when I suggested the hospital, so I decided to bring you back here and keep an eye on you for the night. I didn’t get a wink of sleep.” He rubbed his tired eyes. His beautiful, tired eyes. I shook my mind of such thoughts and went back to the task at hand. Getting the fuck out of this hotel room.

“Well
, thanks for doing me a solid and not taking me to the hospital. I have a doctor phobia.” I climb out of the stiff bed and place my feet lightly on the ground. I try to stand, instantly feeling dizzy and sick all over again. I slowly lie back down and stare up at the ceiling. I release a long sigh of frustration. The bed dips and I feel a warm body climb in next to me. I look over to see him lying the exact same way as me, staring up at the ceiling. He lets out a loud sigh and I can’t help but giggle. I mean, literally schoolgirl giggle. I throw a hand over my mouth to halt this action. It is so unlike me to “giggle.” My brain must still be fucked up from those drugs.

“Why’d you stop? I love the sound of your laugh
,” he states easily.

“You say that like you’ve heard it before
,” I respond sarcastically. I look over and he’s completely red-faced.

“Don’t put words in my mouth. I just like the sound, that’s all.” He sounds extremely put off, but I could
n’t care less.

“I like the sound of silence. How about a compromise
?” I bark. I’m the only one allowed to act like a bitch around here.

Silence envelopes the room for the next fifteen minutes. If I’m going to be lying in bed with a sexy ass guy, this is not my first choice of activities. Fuck this shit. Back to my original plan. I slowly sit up again. I feel quite a bit better. I finger the hem of my crop top and face him. He’s still staring up at the ceiling, but I can tell he’s looking at me in his peripheral vision. I slide my crop top over my head and launch it across the room. His eyes are still locked on the ceiling and it’s kind of amusing. Like a game to see if I can get him to look. I unhook my bra and twirl it playfully around my finger until it flies off. I giggle loudly. That son of a bitch STILL doesn’t look. I finally get up in a kneeling position and lift a leg up to place it over his body so that I’m straddling him. He quickly throws his hand over his eyes.