"Hey baby-" the man slurred, his lips stretching into a lazy smile, "Why don't you let me buy yous a drink, eh?"

"No thanks." I replied over the music, curtly and turned away, waiting for Evander.

"Oh come on, sugar. I'll let-treat yous tonight." He shouted over the beats, putting his sweaty palm on my shoulder.

I brought my eyes to look at the drunkards. His pupils were dilated so his eyes looked black, they were also rimmed with red and half open. He was high off something, and from the stench of the alcohol in his breath, he was 'faded'.

"Do not touch me. And go away; I don't want you to buy me anything." I said fiercely, glaring at the man.

He put his hand down to rest on my thigh, but it was there for merely a second before the man howled in pain. I looked down at the man's hand that was looking nearly scorched to the bone. He cradled his arm to his chest, screaming for someone to help him. I looked past him, Evander is the only one capable of doing something like this. I looked around, until I found those multi-colored eyes. Glaring was definitely an understatement.

I stood up quickly and faced him. "Stop it. Right now."

"No." Evander replied, looking at the man who was screaming at the bartender for help, with satisfaction in his eyes.

"I said, stop it THIS SECOND!" I yelled this time, my patience completely gone. How could he-he do something like that?! The man wasn't even sober, and now he put a third-degree burn on the guy, something that will never go away. He might not even be able to use his hand ever again.

The man stopped screaming; now only gasping for breath. Evander grabbed my hand and dragged me out of the club. I tried pulling my hand free but it was to no avail. He was too strong. Minute by minute passed and my anger was growing, bubbling in my chest. The second we were outside, I pulled my hand free, rage swirling around me.

"Who the hell do you think you are?! First of all, what in the hell possessed you to burn a drunken man that severely?! Second of all, are you completely insane?! Third, I am not your GOD-DAMN property to where you can—" I stopped, realizing Evander's face had become stoic. As if he wasn't listening to my words.

"Get in the car, Isabelle. We're going—now."

I crossed my arms over my chest, "No. I'll call a cab, thank you very much. Don't both-"

Before I could finish my sentence, Evander had already put the car in Drive and began driving away. Anger radiated from me. I was ready to explode, wondering why I expected more from him. He-he just left me stranded. My jaw clenched, whatever. He can act the way he wanted, he has no control over me and frankly, we were getting divorced anyway, why did I care for what he did? I was just going to enjoy my night and after letting a handsome man buy me a few drinks, maybe I'd even go back to his place. I had no commitment to Evander and never did, this was a scam marriage, something he could use as protection, so why did I have to give up my freedoms as a woman? Any feelings I had for him had definitely been buried way down into the very bottom of my gut. I heard the sirens before I even saw the ambulance pull up and the injured man was being hauled on to the gurney before being led outside. I instantly felt remorse as I saw his bandaged arm and the IV that was connected to his arm.

A third degree burn meant it burned both main layers of the skin, also meaning he would never have use of that hand ever again. I sat through enough Anatomy and Physiology classes to figure that out. As sorry as I felt, I wasn't going to let this, or him ruin my night. I straightened my back, pulled up my skirt and stalked into the club. Looking for my victim of the night. I spotted a handsome man sitting at the bar, a lazy smile on his face as he chatted with the bartender. His brown hair had been messy to perfection, his green eyes glazed over but sharp. A five o'clock shadow traced his jaw and as I was taking a better glance at his clothing, which was black slacks and a white collared shirt that had a few buttons undone to reveal the top of his muscular pecs, I found myself walking towards him. Sitting down on the stool right next to him, I crossed my legs which caused my dress to slide higher on my thigh, showing off my legs. I knew he noticed.

I turned my head and greeted him with a smile of a seductress. "Buy me a drink." I said. He smiled in return.

"Two of that blue drink you just made me, darlin'." His words slurred very slightly from either being drunk, or a small accent I detected behind his words. Probably even both.

I kept my eyes trained on his, "I'm Isabelle. You are?"

"Ryan." He replied, his green eyes took me in, his gaze starting at my ankles, then very slowly carrying up my body. The bartender brought our drinks. I held mine up to him and watched as he slowly clinked our glasses.

"To new friends." I said with a wink and tipped my head back, allowing the liquid to leave a burning sensation as it traveled down my throat.

"Well what do you say we get out of here?" Ryan said, standing up and holding his hand out. I gulped. Maybe I hadn't been ready to do this… the guilt stirred in my stomach. Then I recalled the way Evander looked at me with disgust, then sat in his car and drove off. Leaving me stranded.

I grinned at Ryan, "That sounds like a great idea."