Music was pounding and Alyssa Whalen felt her heart beating along to the beat. Her boyfriend, Noel, of five years sat next to her, an arm draped across the back of her chair as he drank down his eighth or ninth glass of beer. People all around were dancing and some of them were making out in the darker corners of the room. Yet she was stuck next to her over-protective boyfriend, listening to him drink and flirt with anything that walked by in a short skirt.
Her blue eyes moved around the club slowly, surprised to lock onto a pair of dark green eyes looking back at her. Who on earth was this? Glancing at Noel, Alyssa bit her bottom lip and looked back at the man who didn't seem to have looked away from her. He was drinking some kind of beer, but his eyes moved over her body that was clad in a tight black dress. A blush crept up her cheeks as her own eyes moved over his face before dropping down to his firm looking chest. The shirt he wore was snug and she could swear that he flexed at the smallest glance, causing her heart to flutter. Alyssa slowly lowered her eyes and felt them grow wide at the bulge in his jeans that was exposed to her. Her breathing changed and she shifted in the chair, which seemed to wake up her boyfriend's alertness.
Growling, Noel grabbed her by the upper arm and pulled her to her feet. "We're leaving," he growled into her ear and pushed her ahead of him. Alyssa stumbled and Noel glared at the man at the bar who moved his gaze to someone else, not caring that the last girl was now in deep shit. The car ride home was silent, Noel never let go of the vice-grip on her arm and she could swear that her fingers were going numb. The driver kept talking about some pointless things, laughing at his own jokes and never guessing that the couple in the back was colder than ice at the moment.
Finally, they were dropped off at their apartment building and he pulled her out, taking the money from her purse and throwing it to the cab driver. Taking her key, he tried to figure out how to get it into the lock. "Open the fucking door," he growled at her, forcing the key into her hand. Opening the door, Alyssa took a deep breath and braced herself for the worst.
"You dirty little fucking whore," shouted Noel, as he walked through the door, throwing Alyssa against the wall, slamming the door behind him. "You fucking slut! How dare you do that to another guy? I saw you fucking him with your eyes. Get yourself set bitch? Horny enough for him to fuck you all night? No, that is what I do, and you better remember it."
She stood shaking against the wall, shaking her head as tears ran down her cheeks. That was not what had happened, but she knew better than to complain. Noel didn't give a damn what she said, he had made up his mind that she was a whore and that was it. It did not help matters that the man was drunk out of his mind and in a rage...one that was worse than anything she had seen before. "Stop please Noel. Please. I--I swear," Alyssa begged before a hand slapped across her face.
"Shut up you stupid little bitch," he growled and grabbed her hair, pulling her away from the wall and shoving her down to the floor. "Strip. Without standing up, strip for me. Right now," he growled.