I spot a taxi approaching and wave frantically to hail it. As soon as it stops, I don't think twice and enter, instructing the driver to go as fast as possible. At this moment, all I wish for is my friends by my side, to go to some bar and drown my sorrows while venting about him. But, without their company, I decide to content myself with the idea of going to some bar and drowning my sorrows alone. I've made my decision: tomorrow I'll be back in the United States. After all, if Daon had doubts about our marriage, how could I continue to be by his side?
I try to call Tracy, my friend who shared an apartment with me before I came here, but she doesn't answer. Frustrated, I resort to G****e until I find the name of a nightclub not far from there. I give the address to the driver, and a few minutes later, I'm at the door of the club, pulsing with loud music and a dancing crowd. Despite my hesitation, I enter the place, determined to order a drink. I sit at the bar, crossing my legs, and order a Martini. It doesn't take long before several men try to flirt with me, but I'm already irritated when a guy with a seductive look approaches.
"Good evening! You're from out of town, right?"
"Yes."
"Can I buy you a drink?"
"Look, I'm not in the mood for conversations, and I'll say the same thing I said to the other three men who came to flirt with me. I'm not interested."
"I understand. But know that I'm very different from the other men here. Do you know who I am?"
His piercing gaze makes me furrow my brow, but his tattoos and aura of mystery pique my curiosity. His beauty and seductive look are truly unlike any man I've ever seen, and the tattoos that descend from his neck to his chest make him even more enticing.
"No, and I'm not interested in knowing."
"Are you upset?"
"It's none of your business!"
"That's where you're wrong. A woman as beautiful as you interests me a lot."
"Don't waste your time!"
"I don't feel like I'm wasting my time. You're Latina, right?"
I chuckle sarcastically, and he continues to devour me with his gaze.
"You really don't feel like chatting. Heartbreak?"
I raise an eyebrow, remembering Daon's words, and nod, taking another sip of my drink.
"Bingo!"
"Forget it, whoever he is, he's an idiot if he leaves a woman like you alone. I can make you forget!"
"Honestly, your talk is getting boring."
"Do you find me boring?"
"Very!"
"I can think of many ways to entertain you."
He says and bites his pink lips while his eyes move to my lips and then to my breasts.
"Is that so? Like what?"
He leans close to my ear and whispers, sending shivers down my spine as I feel my intimacy contract.
"I can keep you busy all night with my kisses, my caresses, and if you want, with my body inside yours."
Despite resisting, a smile forms on my lips, unable to ignore the excitement he stirs up.
"And how many women has this pick-up line worked on?"
"None."
"Interesting."
"It's usually me who is approached by women. I've never needed to seduce any."
I can't help but laugh at his confidence.
"That sounds like arrogance, Korean Don Juan. But I'm sorry to inform you that it won't work on me. Besides..."
I lean in, whispering in his ear, and notice his chilling reaction.
"You wouldn't be up for the challenge."
A mischievous smile lights up his face, and I feel a shiver run down my spine.
"Oh, really? I highly doubt that."
"I never give up, and I never get tired. If you want, I can give you pleasure until you beg me to stop."
I smile at his boldness, trying to ignore the effect his words have on me.
"Are you doubting it?"
He pulls me into a kiss, and despite my initial resistance, I find myself unable to push him away. His kiss is fiery, his tongue dancing skillfully with mine, his hands exploring my body.
When we finally separate for lack of air, I am completely surrendered. If Daon thinks I'm a slut, maybe I could become one tonight.
"Tell me your name." He pleads.
"Why?"
"I want to know the name of the most beautiful woman in the club. I'll start: mine is..."
I interrupt him, putting my finger to his lips.
"I don't want to know your name, nor do I intend to tell you mine. But we can dance if you want."
He smiles, accepting the proposal, and we head to the dance floor. He dances skillfully, his body moving with grace and sensuality. I notice for the first time how defined his body is, hidden under the coat he's wearing.
"Did you like what you felt?"
I chuckle mischievously and turn my back to him, swaying provocatively. He approaches, pressing our bodies together, and a exchange of glances and complicit smiles tells us everything we need to know. The sexual tension between us is palpable, and I am completely enveloped in it.
We continue dancing, kissing, our hands exploring every inch of each other's bodies. The loud music masks our moans as we surrender to the desire that consumes us.
For a moment, I forget that I'm married, that I have a past, a commitment. When I realize, I'm dragging him to the nightclub's bathroom, desire pulsing through my veins.
Inside that tight cubicle, we give ourselves to each other with wild and unrestrained passion. His lips find mine, his touches igniting my skin, his body pressing mine against the wall.
Every movement is an explosion of pleasure, every moan is a symphony of lust. I am completely immersed in that moment, in that overwhelming sensation of desire and pleasure.
"Wait a minute. Hold on!" He demands.
"What?"
"I don't even know your name."
He smiles and seems to not believe what is happening.
"We won't spoil everything with formalities, tomorrow I'm leaving Korea and we won't see each other again. Right now, I just want to give it to you until you forget why I ended up in this bar. Can I count on you for that?"
He smiles and says.
"I'm at your disposal."
I lower the straps of my dress revealing my breasts and his eyes turn black with desire, he bites his lips coming towards me and brings his pink mouth to my breasts sucking them with desire, he gave me momentum so that I would sit on the counter between my legs and I took off his coat and then his shirt revealing his defined abdomen, I started kissing the tattoos on his chest and he nibbled on the tip of my breasts making me delirious, I was completely wet and just wanted to feel him inside me.
"Fuck me!"
He gives a sly smile and takes a condom from his pocket, I take his pants down and take out his big, thick, and pink member from his pants, slowly masturbating him.
I took the condom from his hand and put it on his member using my mouth, I sucked him with desire wishing to feel his taste, but since I didn't know him, using the condom was necessary. He made me stand up and put his hands inside my dress until he reached my panties, he pushed them aside and used his fingers to massage my clit.
