Me And My Cold Hearted Ceo - Volume 1 Chapter 4 You Look Like A Stripper
“What happened to you?” Chris followed her inside. She know that something happened to her on the way her. She walks faster to catch up her pace. Sandy was absolutely pissed ans she knows that.
“Some crazy bastard ruin my night, and im going to forget about it”
Sandy went to the bar counter and order a few drinks. Define few, only a bout 4-5 glass of whiskey. Almost an hour passed and Sandy is still in the bar, drinking.
“Hey, were supposed to make this night fun, are you planning to stay in the bar the whole night” Chris noticed that she is having a lot of drinls than she expected. Is she planning to get drunk.
“Yeah, i intend to stay here forever, i dont f***ing want to come home,” She said after drinking the alcohol.
“Give me more” Sandy said and extending her hand for another shot.
“No, you are going to stop and we are going home, your drunk”
“Me! drunk, your crazy” She said while laughing crazily holding the glass “Im dancing, so let me go, If you want to go, then go! youre such a party poopper!”
Sandy barely walks as she went in the middle of the dance floor.
“Whoo!!!” Sandy dance like theres no tomorrow. Only the loud music is the only thing she can hear. Even though she saw her friend almost shout at her to go home, but she didnt even care. She is so pissed that she wanted to forget everything that is happening to her life, even just for a night.
She moved her body while messing up her long shiny hair. She can feel her body heat, removing her leather jacket exposing her long neck and perfect shaped collar bone. She cant even remember where she throw her jacket.
“Whooo!!! yeah!!” she shouts as she dance in the beat of the music. She didnt even noticed that there are men surrounding her and danced with her. But that scene didnt take long. She felt something or someone grabbed her arms and pushed her out of the dance floor.
“Hey! Let me go douchebag” Sandy pull her hands from the guy who is holding him. She cant even see his face because of the dark light of the club and she is also drunk. Only a sillohuette of a tall man that wears a suit or a jacket standing in front of her.
“Lets go, your drunk” She didnt now why she felt a suddeng cold in his voice. Her spines chilled.
“So what i am having fun, why dont you just mind your own business and get the hell out of my sight, arggh! cant this night get any worse” Sandy turn her back on him but he grabbed her hand again. She can feel the broadness of his chest as she bumped her onto him.
“Having fun! Are you having fun while dancing in front of those bastards! You look like a stripper!”
“What is your problem, so what if I look like a stripper, who are you anyway! If you dont let go of me this instant I’ll sue you for harrassing and kidnapping me” But her words didnt even tamed the guy in front of her. She can only feel his grip tightening in his wrist.
“Then sue me” The man suddenly handcapped her. Then felt her feet left off he ground as the guy lift her out of the club.
“Hey! Put me down asshole!” But he didnt even make the man flint in her movements, he was stronger that she imagined. She only felt the leather seat of his car. And she didnt know what happend next as she fell asleep after inhaling something.
“Lets go home”