Second Chance Alpha The Bond 2 book

I sat down sipping my coffee slowly, waiting for a message to enter my phone. Very soon, a notification popped up on my phone and I quickly looked at it, almost spilling my coffee.

“Life ain't shit bro,” I smirked as I checked the message. I was heartbroken at first by the message, I just couldn't get over it. The shock was too much but I'm now single.

I responded to the text, typing out my anger, “Have a good day!”

This was actually the continuation of our chat. He sent me a breakup message after our argument. How I missed those times we spent together. How I wished that there was a remedy back.

Chatting with him made me feel like I want him badly which I don't. Then, everything was over and I just needed to get a grip of my life. 

I took a sip out of my coffee before leaving my post. I needed to clear my head of depression.

I walked into a boutique to change my clothes. My figure was attractive, something I couldn't deny even if my love life was a joke.

I had a business. I changed into a gown fitted for a club. When I was done, I went to a clubhouse where the light was shining in different colors and the music was playing loud in the background.

I walked straight to the bar counter and ordered the bartender to mix champs for me to drink. It was what was needed for a breakup night, at least so I thought.

‘’He is a bitch! He broke up with me!” I shouted, squeezing the stupid glass cup which held the alcohol which I had downed. 

My grip on it was getting stronger and it wouldn't take long before it would get broken by my grip, but then a man from nowhere snatched it from me.

“Depression is not the end of the world,” he uttered without looking at me.

My face was getting blurry and I looked at him with clouded senses.

“Men are bitches!” I cried out and he finally looked at me, letting out a smirk.

“What do you mean? You have never met someone who would treat you nice,” he uttered, taking another shot.

“Look at the way they are enjoying life, dancing and freeing their depression,” he said pointing towards the people dancing on the bar floor.

“What will you do? Can you make me feel like one?” I asked, the alcohol bringing out my emotions and letting me ask about my utmost desires.

“Do you want me to make you feel like a woman?” He inquired, his gaze fixed on me with a smirk residing on his face.

“Hmm…can you?” I questioned again as I took another shot, and with much more curiosity

“Won't you drink more?” I pointed at the alcohol in front of me as I questioned him. The bartender took my question in cue and he started popping more champagne.

I laughed like a crazy maniac as he popped the champagne. Somehow to me, everything that was happening in the clubhouse looked fun.

“One more shot!” I shouted with a wide grin on my face.

“Cheers!” We both clicked our cups together and drank it slowly.

I smiled weirdly as I looked at the man beside me. His dark hair was starting to look attractive to my face.

He looked at me with a smile and his gray eyes were glittering.

“Oh, heavens! Handsome!” I smiled as we took another sip from our glass while maintaining eye contact.

That time I could say that the eye contact was looking more of it. More like a lust and a hungry look.

“Do you wanna bite me?” I bit my lips and used my legs to kick him as I said.

And then he grabbed my leg, “Ohh, please stop. I'm more dangerous than you think,” he said with his eyes glowing his gray color.

“Something's wrong,” he uttered and I just laughed seeing his glowing gray eyes. I thought I was imagining things since I was already drunk.

“Be mine,” I smiled as I said to him.