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  Against All Odds: Crossroad

  Sarah Amerson

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  This is a work of fiction. All characters, names, places and events are the product of the author's imagination or used fictitiously.

  Table of Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 1: Night with McHottie

  The booming loud dance music immediately struck me as I entered the dark night club with my friends. I slightly struggled in following them through the crowd of people.

  It had been a while since I've been to something like this. Sure, I work on a bar on weekends. But Rusty's (the bar I worked at) wasn't anything like this. For a moment, I wanted to go back to the familiar smell and the surroundings of the homey wooden counters and booths with the old jukebox on the corner by the pool table.

  “You're not thinking of backing out now, are you, Bridget?”

  I shook my head as I got out of my thinking. My eyes landed on the beautiful redhead in front of me. Her green eyes stood out despite the freckles she had across her nose and cheeks, it only intensified her features. She was the reason why I was here. She practically had to force me in a dress and out of the apartment.

  Though I lacked enthusiasm on the surface, I was looking forward to this all week. It wasn't all the time that I go out clubbing with my girlfriends. I wanted to loosen up and forget all the responsibilities I had – even for only a night.

  “Don't worry, Sarah,” I told her, waving a hand to follow the others who already found a table on the corner of the dance floor. “I'm not going anywhere 'til I get a drink.”

  “You might want to rephrase that, babe,” she said, walking ahead of me. She reached the table where our friends were. She flashed me a smirk.

  I walked carefully to the table and took a seat across from her.

  “What do you mean?” I asked her.

  “I mean I'm not letting you leave until you get yourself a hot piece of ass to take you home,” Sarah shrugged as if it wasn't a big deal. “You have long golden curls, steel gray eyes, and killer legs. Flaunt it.”

  My mouth slightly dropped open.

  “I second the motion!” exclaimed Candice, our tall brunette model for a friend. She raised her perfectly manicured fingers and pointed to me. “You seriously need to get laid, Bri.”

  Miranda, who was sitting beside me, laughed out loud. She got a Bambi look going on with her big brown eyes and cute structured face, her brown skin was so flawless you'd want to touch them.

  “Whatever, I want a drink,” I declared, officially closing the subject. “Who's going first to get the drinks?”

  “Moi,” offered Candice, with a wide grin on her face. She stood up and shrugged. “I know the bartender, so I'll be sure to get a discount. Same ol' drinks, girls?”

  We nodded and watched her leave.

  When we were loose enough from the alcohol, we went on the dance floor and gave out our best moves. We took turns in getting the drinks later on and whenever we thought we saved enough energy, we would go back to dancing. Once, the bartender brought us drinks, courtesy of a group of guys who were watching us.

  The night went on like that.

  I've never had so much fun in my life, to be free like this. It had been so long since I felt young again. I was so focused on paying the bills and keeping my younger sister get everything she needed that I forgot what it was like to actually be my age. That was why, I didn't regret going out tonight. I needed it. I was truly having fun – for a change.

  Suddenly, it was my turn to get the drinks. I was sitting on a stool and waiting for our orders when I felt a warm breath tickle my neck, creating an involuntary rise of hair on my arm and legs. I absentmindedly pulled down my short dress to cover up the goosebumps before turning around to see if I was only imagining things.

  I wasn't.

  In front of me stood a tall, black-haired creature. He didn't look that much older than me. His skin was pale, contrasting the dark color of his hair, while his eyes . . . his eyes were the bluest of blue I'd ever seen. His jaw lines were broad and defined. This close, I could clearly see that he had a light stubble. It gave the impression that he hadn't shaved for a couple of days. Despite his suit and tie, it was obvious that he worked out.

  All in all, he was knee-wobbly worthy.

  He leaned forward until his lips were near my right ear.

  “You owe me a drink,” he whispered in a husky low voice. His voice was deep, the kind that would make you sigh in pleasure from just hearing it.

  “Excuse me?” I managed to say, a little breathless.

  “I said,” he began, leaning back to look me in the eyes, “you owe me a drink.”

  I frowned, trying hard to focus on what he was saying. “How?”

  “Because when I saw you, I dropped mine.”

  I blinked. “Oh.” He was flirting with me – No, scratch that – An incredibly gorgeous guy was flirting with me.

  He tilted his head to the side as he continued to stare. A crooked smile stretched across his face, making me look at his lips. They looked soft. Hmm.

  “What were you drinking?” I asked, not turning my eyes away from his mouth.

  “Jack Daniels.”

  It was my turn to smile. I glanced over my shoulder to see if my drink was already served, and I was glad to see that it was. I grabbed my glass from the counter and took a shot. I turned to look at McHottie again and saw his eyes with a hint of curiosity.

  “Why don't you get your drink from my mouth?” I suggested, slightly pouting my lips. I was trying hard not to grin in order to look sexy, but I couldn't help it. I even snorted a laugh.

  Yep, I was tipsy and close to being drunk. But honestly, I couldn't care less about it. For once, I was care-free. I didn't care what would happen tomorrow. To hell with tomorrow! The only thing I cared about right now was getting this man's lips on mine.

  A sexy grin broke into his face. “Don't mind if I do,” he said quietly before closing the space between us.

  Actually, even if I knew he was going to kiss me, it still took me by surprise. That left my mouth tiny bit open. It really didn't matter because in seconds, he tongue slipped into my mouth and was instantly massaging my tongue. He sucked it gently, leaving my head in the clouds from the pleasure. I suddenly thought that maybe he was taking what I said about getting his drink from my mouth literally. But that thought instantly flew out of my mind when I felt him place both of his hands on my waist as he leaned his body against mine. I could feel his warmth through his clothes.

  He was delicious. And I didn't even know his name.

  “Dance with me,” he murmured against my lips.

  I nodded, my eyes still closed. He stepped back and gave me room to jump from the stool. As I stood up, he grabbed my hand and led me to the dance floor.

  “Wait,” I stopped. When he faced me, I explained, “My friends are waiting for me to get their drinks.” The frown that was starting to form on McHottie's forehead immediately vanished. He probably thought it was something serious.

  He nodded in understanding. His eyes settled on something or someone behind me. It was like he was giving a silent command. Then, he nodded his head toward the table where my friends were at. A moment later, his eyes were on me again.

  “Done,” he told me, leading me toward the center of the dance floor.


  I whipped my head to see some burly looking guy placing the drinks I ordered on our table. I noticed Candice and Miranda have a giggling fit while Sarah's eyes were searching the crowd. No doubt she was looking for me.

  “How did you know where . . . ?”

  “I've been watching you all night,” he answered simply. He placed a light peck on my lips before flashing me a crooked smile.

  It must be the alcohol still in my veins, but I was starting to loosen up again. I giggled and began to sway with the music as I raised my hands, pulling my back into McHottie's body until I was against him. It was getting incredibly hot. I could feel my forehead sweating. But I didn't stop. This felt too good.

  His hand gently touched my thigh, while his other one gripped my stomach to pull me closer to him. I could feel his lips barely touching the curve of my neck. I cocked my head to the side to give him more access. That seemed to be the only encouragement he needed.

  A moan escaped my lips the moment he pressed his mouth on my neck. He trailed soft kisses that made me close my eyes and smile. His hand traveled up my leg until he was tracing the hem of my short dress. I let out a breath when I felt his manhood poking my behind.

  “Spend the night with me,” he whispered in my ear.

  It had been a while since a man touched me in sensitive places. That perfectly explained why I was already hot for this man against me when he'd only done so little things. I needed to be relieved. Candice was right; I needed to get laid. And tonight, I would make that happen.

  Reluctantly, I pulled away from his touch and turned around. The look on his face gave me the satisfaction of knowing that I affected him as much as he did me. I wasn't the only one who badly wanted this.

  “Just the night,” I clarified.

  That seemed to amuse him because he chuckled.

  “Yeah, just the night,” he nodded, grinning.

  I studied him for a moment. I really didn't need this to be more than a one time thing – or anything serious for that matter. And, well, he seemed to be the type who was used to the idea of one-night-only.

  Okay, fine. There could be a chance that he was a murderer or something. But my rational side was easily overpowered by my desires. I didn't even know why I was thinking about it. I've already made a decision the moment I had a taste of him.

  “Okay,” I finally said, returning his smile. “For tonight, I'm all yours.”

  His grin turned wider. “Let's make this a night to remember, then.” He turned and offered his arm to me.

  I slipped my arm to his and let him lead the way.

  “Shoot, my purse,” I remembered, looking up at him. “I'll be back.” Before he could say anything more, I hurried to where my friends were. The look on their faces when I got to the table told me they saw everything.

  “Here,” said Sarah, handing me my purse with a smirk on her face.

  I took it, rolling my eyes at her smug look. “Thanks.”

  “He is hot,” gushed Candice, eyeing McHottie who was patiently waiting where I left him.

  “I know,” I smiled.

  “It ain't all the time Bridget unleashes her sexiness,” said Miranda, raising her Margarita and winking at me. “But when she does, she gets the hottest male in the room.”

  “You can thank me for dragging your ass out of that prison cell you call bedroom,” Sarah told me a-matter-of-factly.

  “If it goes well, I'll owe you one,” I informed her. “Talk to you guys tomorrow.”

  “Bye, chica!”

  With that, I left and went back to McHottie who was looking more God-like by the minute. As soon as I returned to his side, he put his arm around my waist. We walked through the exit and was met by the burly looking guy I saw earlier. He was so huge – like, bouncer-huge. I wasn't sure why but his being an African-American only added to his intimidation.

  “Hey, Marco,” greeted McHottie. “Nearest five star hotel, will ya?”

  Oh, we weren't going to his place. Then again, it was probably better that way. At least I wouldn't have to get personal.

  “Okay, boss,” boomed Marco's very deep voice that went with his looks. He stepped back and opened the backseat's door to the – Whoa. A Hummer?!

  “After you,” McHottie told me.

  I looked from him to the black Hummer, and to him again. He was obviously rich. I shrugged and climbed in, which was a little hard considering that I was wearing a dress. But McHottie helped me up, so no worries.

  “It's Leo.”

  My eyes whirled to McHottie, watching him settle on his seat beside me.

  “What?” I asked, not sure if I heard wrong.

  “My name, it's Leo,” he explained. He faced me and gave me a sexy crooked grin. Then, he leaned forward and added in a whisper, “So you'll know what to scream.”

  Heat rushed to my cheeks. I let out a small laugh to hide my deep pleasure in hearing those words. A brilliant comeback came to mind.

  “Don't be so sure,” I whispered back, raising an eyebrow.

  He threw his head back and laughed. When he returned his eyes to me, they were filled with amusement.

  “Baby, I will fuck your brains out,” he assured me, saying each word slowly and clearly in his husky voice. “Since we only have tonight, I won't waste any second with chit-chat.”

  As soon as he said the last word, his hands found my legs and spread them open. He placed himself in between as he leaned forward to claim my lips. One of his hands went to the back of my neck while the other one went to my waist in order to pull me closer to him. He licked my bottom lip, asking for entrance. I opened my mouth willingly and gave him access. For a moment, we fought for dominance. But since I was out of practice, he easily won.

  In a matter of seconds, our kissing got pretty heated. He suddenly grabbed my hips and pulled me onto his lap. Like he said, he wasted no time. I sank deeper onto him, feeling his manhood directly where I was craving for him. I start rubbing myself against him, his erection growing harder. He groaned in a sexy way that had me wanting more.

  “Baby,” he murmured against my lips, “if you don't stop wriggling your ass, we won't make it to the hotel room.” He pulled away to look me in the eye, while his hands made their way to the underside of my bra. Then, his thumb reached to my already erect nipples – rubbing and teasing them through the clothing at the same time.

  I automatically closed my eyes and licked my lips from the pleasure.

  “Mmm,” I moaned. “Don't stop.”

  He unexpectedly pulled away. I pouted, making him chuckle.

  “Sorry, but we're here,” he announced, nodding to the hotel we were now in front of.

  Well, that was fast. I instantly got off of him and groomed myself to be presentable enough. I didn't want to look like a cheap whore he just randomly picked up, after all.

  “Stop it. You look sexy as hell,” Leo assured me.

  I snorted. “I was going for pretty.”

  Marco opened the car door, and Leo climbed out. When he turned to look back at me, he shook his head.

  “Nah,” he said, reaching for my waist and helping me out of the Hummer. “Pretty doesn't cut it. You're more.”

  I laughed and rolled my eyes as I got to my feet. “You don't have to flatter me. I already told you I'm yours for the night. You'll get in my pants even without the compliments.”

  “Damn, girl. You should've told me sooner,” he mocked.

  Another laugh escaped from me. He grinned, looking pleased with himself. He then offered his arm again, like earlier. I smiled and gladly took it. Together, we walked through the entrance.

  “I'm serious, though,” said Leo, no hint of joke in his voice. “You're fucking beautiful.”

  I couldn't help it. I smiled. Well, he was sweet. I'd give him that. At least I wasn't going to have a one-night-stand with a jerk. Then again, I couldn't judge Leo when I've only known him for a couple of hours – actually, it was more like an hour.

  Whoa. It had only been an hour? Either my lus
t was that strong or Leo easily won me over by his charm. Or it could be both.

  Yeah, it was both.

  As I gazed at him while he fetched us a room on the information desk, I couldn't help but think that it was going to be a very good night. It was going to be unforgettable. It was something that I'd remember whenever I was feeling stressed or lonely when I got back to reality.

  I shook my head to get rid of the thoughts.

  For now, I wouldn't think about tomorrow. I would focus on tonight – on right now – on Leo. I'd only think about what he could make me feel. Nothing else mattered tonight.

  Right then, Leo flashed me a crooked smile.

  “Ready?” he asked me as he took my hand, leading me to the elevators.

  “More than you know.”

  Chapter 2: Back to Reality

  I woke up when the bright sun light hit my eyes. I tried to open them as I moved my head and – Whoa, there! My head was pounding. Not too much, though. So I knew it wasn't a heavy hangover. I was thankful for that.

  While my eyes were closed, I tried to recall the events of last night. My memories at the club were a bit dull but fun, most of the eventful things I remembered involved a young man named Leo . . . and the things we did.

  Oh, God. The things we did!

  I've never been touched the way he did. It was weird how he could make me feel so precious and at the same time so wanted. The number of orgasms he gave me in one night was unbelievable. I was completely blown away.

  Just remembering our 'adventure' was making me all hot and bothered again. I needed to get a grip of myself. At least we really made last night count, like what we were hoping for in the first place. We made it unforgettable, and that fact made me smile.

  I took a few deep, calming breaths before I slowly opened my eyes.

  The room was a suite. The design was simple yet very elegant. I haven't been able to spend the night with places like these. This was one of the many luxuries I deemed not worth spending too much money over. I raised my head to take the surroundings in. I didn't get to see much of it last night because . . . well, you know.