The man who I cherished... the man I have been loyal to for years... the man I thought was husband material left me hanging like it was nothing. That thought just made you even more upset. I couldn't believe how stupid I was to ever trust someone like him. As he watched me walk out of his house, all he could think about was that woman on his arm. He didn't even glance back.

As the taxi took me home, I couldn't help but cry even harder... the memories... it all came rushing back. He told me he loved me and that I was the only one and all those promises we made. Now he's out there enjoying himself. It was a lie. All of it was a lie.

When the taxi stopped in front of my house, right now all I wanted was to forget about him so, i didn't get off the taxi.

"Could you drop me off at a bar? Any bar"

I asked the driver, The taxi driver nodded. He could see how broken I was just by that one demand to drop me off at a bar. It seemed like my night was only going to get worse. The taxi driver sped down the streets as I kept on wiping away my tears.

The taxi finally reached a nearby bar. I didn't even mind the extra charge on my trip. I just wanted to get myself drunk enough so I won't need to think. I took out my wallet and prepared to pay for whatever drink I was going to have that night.

I sat down at the corner of a bar, a bit far away from the crowd. I ordered a whole bottle of gin and immediately took a sip. The alcohol stung my throat but I didn't care if it would kill me that night. I just wanted the pain to go away... if only for a second. After a few more drinks and tears, the bartender finally approached me. Everyone has left the bar and it was time for the bar to close but I was too drunk to even notice.

The bartender looked at me and asked if everything was okay. I couldn't manage to answer because of the way I was bawling...I was too drunk to even function. All I wanted to do was forget about the man who betrayed me and how stupid I was to trust him. I looked up at the bartender and shook my head, implying that nothing was okay. The bartender could tell I was a little tipsy so he told me he was going to cut off my supplies. I tried to argue, even getting a little aggressive but the bartender took firm control.

I grabbed the hand of the bartender, my cheeks were damp from all the crying and all red from how drunk I was.

"Don't take that away from me too...."

The bartender hesitated, noticing my pitiful look. However, he didn't budge. He reminded me that he had to cut off your supplies because of the way I was acting right now. He pulled his hand back and went back to the counter, but I got up and grabbed his arm, pleading him to let me keep drinking.

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"A-Alton?"

I kept my grip on his arm...as i got closer to him trying to see his face but I was too drunk to see his face clearly but i noticed that he was the same height as Alton, a little taller but my mind just thought that maybe it was because I wasn't wearing my heels as I was wearing a jeans, white shirt, a jacket and shoes and clearly I was too intoxicated.

The bartender raised an eyebrow. He was a little confused about the way I was acting right now. He kept quiet as he stared at me. He knew the only reason I called him that was because of the level of drunkenness I was currently at.

i hugged the bartender thinking he was Alton.

"you came back"

I cried...as I hugged him more tightly.

The bartender froze as soon as I hugged him. He wasn't sure what he should do in this situation so he just stayed quiet, continuing to let me hug him. He didn't push me away, yet I didn't seem to let him go. My sobbing continued as more tears dripped down my cheeks, making a mess of my already stained clothes and disheveled hair.

After a few more seconds, he gently pushed me away. Even with me being this drunk right now, he couldn't take advantage of the situation and pretend he was something he wasn't. Instead of leaving, however, he sat down in front of me. He could understand how I felt right now. After all, someone I trusted betrayed me, and right now I have got nothing but alcohol as my friend. He listened to my sobs as he kept a stoic expression.

i wiped my tears....away from my cheeks I looked at him

"Promise me you won't ever

leave me again, Alton"

I said as I stretched out my pinky finger for him to promise me, but I was so drunk that i didn't know that he was not Alton.

He wanted to make things better for me, but he also knew that saying something false would only make me hurt more. He kept a neutral expression as his brown eyes stared at me. He wanted to comfort me, to make this nightmare of a night go away. However, he knew there was nothing he could do at this point.

When I noticed him staring at me...even though I couldn't clearly see his face, I could feel that he was feeling bad for me, i didn't even think twice as i leaned in forward and kissed him.

I was serving customers their drink as always, then I saw a woman enter my bar.

"Welcom-"

when I was about to welcome her, she took out her wallet and slammed the money on the counter table as she ordered a bottle of gin and saw her taking a sip immediately after I brought her the drink.

She took one sip and then two and then several sips nonstop...as i served others i couldn't help but find my gaze on her everytime she took a sip, I was thinking maybe she just broke up with her boyfriend or something, I mean judging from the way she was drinking so much and her crying made my assumption more valid.

Everyone was gone as it was now time for the bar to close but Little Miss broken heart was still there, chugging on her drink faster, it was clear that she was drunk, so I decided to approach her, to be honest I wanted to ask her to leave but instead I ask something I never thought I would.

"Miss, is everything okay?"

While my face had a stoic expression, I was shocked at what I had just said, as I am not the type to care for a stranger yet a stranger who is drunk and bawling their eyes out, I couldn't help but wonder why I was even talking to her instead of kicking her out of my bar, but then i noticed her shake her head, indicating that she is telling me that nothing was okay.

My eyes moved towards her face, and it was clear that she was drunk, for some reason I felt irritated by how red her face was from being so intoxicated and then again I find myself wondering why did it even mattered and why it has such an effect on me, as I am the type who is able to put his emotions in check.

"You are drunk, any more alcohol is not good for your body so, I am taking these away"

I said as I was still wearing my stoic expression, I took her bottles of gin away from her as it could be dangerous and can be deathly if she got anymore alcohol in her body that was already so intoxicated. She tried to argue and got a little aggressive when I took her glass away too but i remained firm.

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When I was about to walk away with her bottles of gin, I felt her grip on my hand...and damn her hands were so small compare to mine and the softness of her hand...was making me want to squeeze her hand in mine but i restrained myself from doing that...I heard her telling me not to take her bottles of gin away from her "too" I hesitated at first seeing her pitiful look, but I was a professional and of course I couldn't let a woman die in my bar because of over intoxication. So, i reminded her that too much alcohol is not good for her body, as much as I wanted to hold her soft hands more and squeeze it..i pulled away my hand from her as I walked back to the counter.

When I was feeling all these weird emotions, i suddenly felt her grab my arm as she pleaded for me to let her drink more...and damn when she pleaded with that innocent drunken face of her while gripping my arm tight, I can't even tell  how much I loved it when she did that, I didn't even bother try to separate my arm from her small hand even thought I felt her grip tighten a bit.

I heard her called me by a name, my brows raised in curiosity, maybe it was her lover or maybe ex, I mean for a girl to drink alone in a bar while crying her eyes out would only mean that he had broken up with her. But I didn't say anything, i don't know why I decided to just stay silent and stare at her instead of telling her that I wasn't who she thought I was, maybe it was because I knew that it would be a waste to try and explain anything to a  drunk person.

When I was trying to see how much drunk she is, she suddenly pressed her body on mine, hugging me tight..my eyes widened in surprise form the sudden action and I froze in my place.

I didn't know what I should do so I just stayed quiet and let her hug me but I never hugged her back despite the fact that my arms were so tempted to pull her in a tightest hug ever and I didn't even know why I wanted to do something like that.

Soon she started sobbing again, i stared at her face for a while as she cried her eyes out and i noticed that she was not even wearing any make up, maybe I expected her make up to be ruined by her tears.

After a few more seconds of her crying, i pushed her away from me gently, making sure not to make her think that i was leaving her or maybe let her think "Alton" was leaving her again.

I saw her calm down a bit when I was being gentle with her, i didn't want to take advantage of her vulnerability but as much as I wanted to tell that I was not Alton for some weird reason I couldn't do it as I stayed quiet and sat down in front of her,  when she told me not to leave her again or told "Alton" to not leave her again, i couldn't help myself from feeling the want to protect her and make her nightmare go away, I kept my stare on her as i stayed quiet so that she wouldn't know that i was not Alton.

I shouldn't get involved with her but..there is something....

When I was lost in my own thoughts, I saw her leaned forward and pressed her lips on mine.

I instinctively leaned back but I quickly recovered from the surprise. A kiss. I didn't see that coming. Was this an impulse she had due to the intoxication? I didn't know. Right now all I could think about was how she seemed to have mistaken me for someone else. I wanted to stop her while I still could, yet my lips met hers even if I was hesitant.

Her arms wrapped around his neck as she kissed me with a fiery passion, a spark that was unexpected yet I seemed to enjoy it.

But... why? I was frustrated at myself for taking advantage of her situation..., yet something about her lips on mine seemed to excite me in a way that only made me kiss her back more passionately. I returned the kiss, wrapping my arms around her waist as my  tongue explored her mouth. I hadn't felt something like this in a long time so I decided to savor every single second.

Her grip around my neck grew tighter as we continued to make out. I could see that her head was spinning in a pleasant way, despite the alcohol in her system but that just turned me on even more. I was taking my time with the kiss, exploring every inch of her lips with my tongue. I moved my hand on her back now, rubbing her skin in a gentle way that added to the sensation of our bodies pressed together against each other.

The more our bodies pressed against each other the hotter it felt. It was a new kind of heat, one that made my heart thump wildly in my chest. I felt her  begin to breathe heavily as our lips met  once again, this time a bit more passionate than before. The way I touched her and the way she was reacting to all my touches....I was sure i made her  body tremble with the tingles of desire.

My hands made their way up to the small of her back, i smirked when I felt her shivers under my hands. My chest was pressed up against hers as the heat grew more and more intense.

"Alton"

The sound of her moan only made me smirk wider. I realized that the name that she kept on mentioning was of the man who had betrayed her. I understood what that implied, but instead of feeling any sad or angry emotions, my smirk only grew wider as I felt myself turn on ever more. I wanted to keep the moment going rather than ruining it by telling the truth. My fingers traced the edges of her back, sending shivers down her spine. My hand squeezed the small of her back as I pulled her in closer, so that our bodies were practically intertwined.

The tightness of our bodies pressing against each other brought a new wave of sensation. I could hear my  breathing becoming more rapid and my heart thumped faster. I heard her moan once more as if she was telling me how good it felt, which only seemed to make me smirk wider. My hand squeezed her back even more aggressively, which increased the tingles that danced down her spine.  I move my fingers  down, running down her spine.

Her soft moan only seemed to energize me as my hands moved down to her hips. My kisses slowly worked their way down to her neck, leaving soft bites on her sensitive skin. With each sensation that went through her body, her moan grew louder. The heat between us was growing more intense with each passing moment.

I grabbed her legs and wrapped them around my waist and she didn't even protest

I slowly lifted her in my arms. I felt her lean her head back as my strong arms cradled her. She was still somewhat drunk so all she could do was accept her situation as I started walking with her in my arms, I kept kissing her neck gently. She was still under the impression that I was Alton by how intoxicated she was she had no idea where I was  taking her right now. I held her close in his arms as she was half asleep. The heat between us was getting more intense, making both of our bodies sweat.

Her legs were still wrapped tightly around my waist as I carried her. I kept on kissing her neck as she leaned back, her neck exposed for my lips to explore. I took my time kissing her soft throat, my lips teasing her skin each time my tongue brushed by. I took her sweet scent that tempted me and made me eager to take things even further. I moved my hands down her thighs as i gripped them tight.

When I reached my bedroom, i gently laid her down on the bed, but from her expression i could see that she was still too intoxicated to even know where we were, my smirk simply grew at that.

I moved her legs aside as I climbed onto the bed on top of her as I was now sitting between her legs....i leaned in forward..my lips only inches away from her neck.

Her voice again called out the name of the man who betrayed her. She was still under the impression that I was him, so each time  she said his name she thought I would reply. However, the only response she got was more kisses from me as I wrapped my arms around her small and fragile body.

My body was pressed tight against hers as my hand slid under the back of her  shirt as i slowly started to lift it upwards..., I kept kissing and nibbling on her neck...while I pinned her down on the bed as i moved my hands...and started unbuttoning her shirt... I rolled her over as she was now lying prone on the bed, her back facing towards me...making it easy to take her shirt off more....after it was completely off of her body I threw it on the floor leaving her back exposed with only her bra.

I leaned in forward...towering her from behind...I kissed the nape of her neck... gently..but...i stopped when I saw her eyes closed, she fell asleep?! I pulled away as I sighed and got up from the bed leaving her unconscious body on the bed, taking advantage of someone who was unconscious was the last thing I wanted to do, I pulled the blanket on her small body as she curled up in a ball in her sleep.

Who the hell are you....