Mystery Man.

I entered the night club sober. When I left, I was pissed to the high heavens. I staggered down the street on wobbly legs in a tight dress that ended two or three inches below my bottom but I didn't care. You wouldn't either if you were looking for a way to forget. Forget your ex-boyfriend who cheated on you constantly for the whole time you were together. 'Not exciting enough', apparently. Bastard! I'll show him! Then he will be sorry, I thought.

Wandering in no particular direction, I had no idea where I was.

I looked up to get my bearings only to bump into someone. I giggled and giggled and giggled some more- while it wasn't funny, the alcohol had finally hit my system. I was officially loopy. Ops. Hope he doesn't take offence. Oh well. Still laughing gaily, I shifted my sight from the ground to the stranger and then straight back to the ground. Oh boy was he hot. Shit! I'm blushing. Peeking up at him through my lashes, I apologised.

"That's alright," his sultry voice sliced the air swiftly and I suddenly found my pants a little damp. He was sex on legs. With chin length blonde curls, endless pools of black that could drown a girl and strong jaw- he was just edible. Mmmm! Subconsciously I licked at my parched lips like I was starved of water, stranded in the desert. I could melt in to a puddle of goo and not notice right now as I stared at this man. "Are you alright?" He asked.

I nodded and giggled and slurred, "y-yes, I'm fantastic. Never be better." I stumble and leaned on the wall to get my bearings, only to find there was no wall and the ground was rushing up to meet me. Strong arms encircled my waist and prevented me from falling flat on my face.

"And I think you're drunk," he deadpanned. I hummed my agreement, unable to work my jaw correctly to speak. "Come on, I'll take you somewhere to gain awareness in safety." I nodded and let him carry me. In the back of my mind, a voice screamed at me, degrading my stupidity to follow a stranger.

I must of fallen asleep because mystery man shook me. I was on a sofa. My head lolled forward onto a pane muscle which I soon fell asleep on only moments after he woke me. Before darkness took over though, I caught his whispered, "you're safe now. Rest."

When I woke it was still dark and I had a pounding headache. Fuck. Really shouldn't have done that. Looking to the windows to give an indication to the time, I was met with thick blinds. I could not be asked to move so sat there staring, wishing them to retract. Surprisingly they do until I realised that's not possible. Whipping around I see mystery man standing in a door way in a robe that barely conceals the raw muscle underneath.

He walked towards me, "I didn't expect you to still be here."

"Sorry, I just woke up, I can leave if you want. If I make you uncomfortable." I get up to leave, checking I have everything. "Thanks though, Mr..." I trailed off.

"Fitzroy. Henry Fitzroy." He started, "you don't have to leave. In fact, I wouldn't complain if you stayed." He was eyeing me up and down hungrily. His words and eye-fucking brought me back to the reason I was here, why I was so thoroughly hammered. This was it- now or never.

Boldly, I asked, "I'm sure I could find a way to thank you."

I walked up to him, swaying my hips dangerously, I was hunting and he was my prey. His eyes blacked out. A tingling sensation warped in my belly, tightening. Standing inches away, we leaned in and met in a heated kiss. From there it escalated quite rapidly.

We ripped at the other's clothes and stumbled over to the room he previously came from- his bedroom. Completely naked, Henry swept his eyes over the exposed flesh. I shivered in delight.

Tonight promised to be fun...

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