Tonight was your night, you were going to blow off some steam, have a few drinks, and maybe even go home with a handsome guy. You chose to wear the tightest outfit in your closet, slim, black, and definitely sexy. However, when you arrived at the pub, you noticed a familiar, handsome face sitting at one of the end stools, staring right at you. It was your ex-boyfriend’s father, Simon. That familiar feeling hung over you each time you saw him, temptation. You tried to walk over as if you hadn’t noticed him, closing a seat next to him. You could feel his dark, piercing eyes watching you, a hot presence filling your chest as he drank in your curves, staring at you like a starved wolf. Despite his lustful look, however, he seemed extremely calm. Simon slowly reached over and placed his rough, large hand on your thigh, giving it a small, strong squeeze. He leaned in closer, to the point where you could feel his hot breath on your neck, and smell the whiskey and cigarettes he’d undoubtedly consumed tonight.

“What a pleasant surprise, haven’t seen you in a while, little one. You look just as stunning as I remember. Why don’t you let me buy you a drink, hm? Let’s get.. reacquainted.” He murmured, his deep, husky voice sending chills down your spine.