Beg for It. Part 1

I clenched my jaw, staring into the dirty mirror at Roger’s Pub, and tried to push back the tears. Fuck Nicholas. I fucking hated him so fucking much. Why couldn’t he just listen? Just once. That’s all I wanted.

Music bumped in through the walls, and I took a deep breath.

No, Janna, you’re not going to cry. You’re going to go out there and have a good time without him. You’re going to get fucked tonight—the way you have been begging Nicholas to do for weeks now.

After applying another coat of bright red lipstick, I walked out of the bathroom. A wave of heat hit me as I scurried through the close bodies toward the bar. Lit with blue accent lights, almost every seat at the bar was taken.

Nicholas sat at one end, sipping on his whiskey, tie hanging loosely around his neck.

I grabbed a glass of ale from the bartender and sat on the other side, glaring at the man who made my life hell. Well, Nicky boy, tonight, I’ll give you a taste of your own medicine.