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, John. 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. John 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.

“Didn’t think I’d be seeing your beautiful face again, doll. Lonely tonight, lovey? How about I keep you company..” He murmured, his deep, husky voice sending chills down your spine.