Chapter 49 - "My life is over"

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Lustful moan could be heard, as well as the lustful mutter of a lady. "Ethan please I want more, I love you so much, don't stop." The lady kept saying all kinds of sweet nothings under raspy breath, while the man on top of her kept thrusting himself inside her at a scary speed.

The more she mentioned "Ethan's" name, the more the guy increases his speed as if punishing her for mentioning another man's name when he is the one doing the job.

"Do you want me to stop? You want Ethan, right?" The guy asked under muffled tone, while panting, but clear enough for the lady to hear him.

"No no- ah, please don't stop." The lady pleaded.

-previous night-

This lady is no other than Hanna, Ethan's assistant. She felt depressed at Ethan's change in attitude towards her and decided to do what she hasn't tried before in her life; drinking and clubbing. She's more of a workaholic girl, who doesn't make friends and like to be alone, except when Ethan is involved.

Getting to the club, she was surprised that this kind of fun world existed, she has heard of it, but didn't expect it to be this way. Being someone of proud nature, she sat down quietly on her own, with her legs crossed as if she's important, more like she owned the whole place.

It didn't take her long before realising her beauty means nothing here, as there are lots of girls with beauty that could make even her as a lady drool at the sight.

They were dancing and being touched all over by some bunch of guys. Unluckily, Hanna chooses the wrong club, as the club is for guys would come to exchange money with pleasure. But since there is no one to tell her that, she unconsciously started  loosening up bit by bit; she believed no one cares about her look here.

Apparently, the guys in there believed she's still new and waited for her to show what she got before making moves. Hannah slowly sip on the wine she ordered and watch as some guys walked away with some girls after a few dances and interactions.

Because of her naivety; Hannah thought they were lovers. As the alcohol began its effect on her, she finds herself wanting to dance at an increasing urge, she tried to control herself, but after letting the fact that no one knew her here sank in her head; she got up and slowly walk to the dance floor.

She quickly attracted attention with the way she carried herself. Without any clue as to the exact side of the club she choose, which she could have clearly got informed if she asked and didn't just walked in like the owner in the first place, before realising no one give a f*ck about her.

Like an idiot, she started to imitate the dance steps of the girls, a smile spread across her face, as she felt like the DJ is playing the instrument in her heart. She slowly released her hair from the bondage of hair band, letting it cascade on her body and began dancing wildly, coupled with the alcoholic effect; it's like she entered another world.

She felt an arm around her waist and was shocked silly, she's not used to being touched, mainly because she believe Ethan will soon look at her, as she clearly knew well that she's the only woman allowed close to Ethan And believed she would be the president's wife, as soon as Ethan finally acknowledge her.

Before Hanna knew it, the person's chest was already pressed behind her back, making her adrenaline rush. It felt weird but good, she blinked and turned around to know who it was, and was faced with a handsome dude, broad shoulders, with a  seductive smirk lingering on his face.

She's still trying to process what was happening when the guy spoke, "you look hot."

"I know I do, but why are you holding my waist?" She asked.

The guy scoffed at her question, "Dance with me." He said, without waiting for a reply, he started moving to the beat, not releasing her for a moment.

Hanna was stunned, but the closeness stirred up something inside her, something she has never felt before, probably because she doesn't allow closeness from others, her body shiver to the guy's touch, making her heartbeat quicken.

She was supposed to push him away, but a crazy thought pop up, 'isn't it just dancing, those beautiful girls are doing the same, and it's not like she's as good looking as most of them.' She had no idea, it's those girls profession and that they are not unnecessarily having fun.

From dancing with the unfamiliar guy, they took their wines after the music become softer, and flowed with it.

-present-

She had no idea how things turns this way but she's currently moaning beneath the man, her breasts being fondled with, while her entire body is covered in love bites, but she wanted more, she didn't want him to stop, she kept imagining Ethan as the guy and kept asking for more.

She woke up the next day with a piercing headache, her entire being feeling like it's broken. She grunt and then suddenly the memory of the previous night started assaulting her brain. Her eyes widened as she looked beside her and saw some cash on the bed, with a note. She ignored the money and picked the note and read the words written on it in capital letters, 'YOU'RE SWEET BABE, BUT TO HELL WITH THAT ETHAN DUDE WHO YOU MOAN ABOUT ALL NIGHT'

She dropped the letter and held her head with both palms, "My life is over!"