Prologue---how it all began

-Amara POV-

----------2 years ago--------

One hundred and forty miles per hour, one hundred and fifty...sixty...

I kept my eyes on the road and my stilettos on the pedal as I whizzed through the nearly empty streets of Seoul.

I wasn't going to do this- No, I wouldn't do this. I was 21 today, I was finally 21, the day on which I was supposed to be granted freedom.

Not the day when I was supposed to find out that my first love, childhood friend and fiance was cheating on me just two and a half months before the wedding.

Tears threatened to fall as I blinked rapidly, trying to reach my destination without wrecking my birthday present from my grandfather. the blue Bugatti La Voiture Noire.

I had one goal in mind- to forget, to never think about that ***** ever again, at least not for tonight. To numb the betrayal, the heartbreak, the pain which was currently brewing a storm inside of me. I pulled up in an overexaggerated brake in front of my objective, fuga dalla vita, or simply known as dalla vita, one of the most fancy clubs that Korea had to offer.

I got out, letting my heels clack on the floor as I showed my membership and pushed through the door. No doubt, the security stared at me as I looked strange, the latest designer dress, limited edition shoes and customized bag, but my face was a different story, smudged lipstick, running mascara...I looked...improper, a disgrace to the Lopez family.

After carefully applying a darker shade of lipstick, perfectly winged eyeliner and reapplying mascara, I walked out a different woman. More confident, calm, controlled.

I took a deep breath and walked through the empty lavish corridor. Fancy mirrors and priceless paintings and useless but expensive statues, all bathed in golden light were displayed as I made my way to the pub. My mission; forget, have fun, start 21 with a bang.

After showing my ID, I walked into the pub. The atmosphere was so different inside, heavy electronic music blared as a crowd danced on the dance floor, all of them as rich as the next, all with probably one mission in mind. I could bet a million dollars that most of the women here were either engaged or married, out for revenge...and don't even get me started on the men.

I slipped onto a stool.

"Whatever will make me forget." I waved the bartended away as I rested my elbows on the table. Back straight, shoulders back, head held high, that's what I had been drilled to do, and that was what I did best, take advantage of my looks.

Moments later, the bartender placed a peculiar looking magenta-ish drink. I chugged it down in one gulp, letting the liquid burn my throat, I waited till the comfortable feeling of tipsiness took over and then I made my way to the dance floor.

Starting at the edge, I held my arms up and started swaying my hips to the music, bobbing my head rhythmically in sync to my hips, soon I was in the center of the dance floor, everyone making some space for me, because I knew how to dance to seduce. In a matter of seconds, a man's hands clasped my waist. Great! Finally!

I looked down on the hand only to find a ring shining on his middle finger. Ugh! I pulled out of his grasp and didn't spare him a glance as I walked back to the bar. This guy had just made me sober again, which meant I needed to get drunk. Drunk enough to do what I wanted and not worry about the consequences.

"Something stronger." I signaled the bartender before I once again sat on the stool I had previously occupied.

He slid my the drink across the bar and I swallowed it.

"Again."

He gave me another one which I finished the same way.

"More." I practically gasped.

The drink's effects were beginning to clash with logic and reason. Just one more should get me going.

"Mam are you sure?"

"Is it your job description to ask?" I snapped.

Other than adultery, I hated nosy people, who acted when it wasn't necessary, For what? Kindness? No, that was a lie.

The guy shut up and passed me another drink which I finished in a matter of seconds. That's when the uncomfortable feeling of being watched cloaked itself around me. I not so subtly turned around and glared at all the men, and there were around...18 staring at me before snapping back to my original position.

5...4...3...2...1...

"Tough night?" Bingo! The man who had been staring at me was now occupying the stool next to mine.

"No. It's a new day now. Yesterday was exceptionally shitty." I replied, keeping my body tilted slightly to his so I could easily check him out,

Dark hair, dark eyes, I couldn't quite place the color of his eyes....a dark hue of blue? green? brown? I was too drunk to care. I checked his hand, no ring, good. Sharp jaw line, all angles. He was dressed in a black dress shirt, the top 2 buttons opened and displacing a chunk of his fair skin. From what I could see, he had a lean muscled body, with dress pants and dress shoes, All black. A tattoo peaked out from his left arm, where his sleeve was rolled up.

"So...why are you here?" He asked, playing with the glass in his hand.

"To forget..." I shrugged as I snatched the drink from him and chugged it down, "To have fun."

I spun fully on the stool to face him. He offered my a half smirk as he nodded and ordered another drink.

"What about you?"

"I was bored."

"Ah...a murderer's excuse for his murder?" I drawled.

"A businessman's excuse to flirt with a pretty girl." He countered.

"You think I'm pretty?" I asked playfully- I was well aware that I was stunning.

He scoffed.

And then...

I followed him to his car, to the hotel. He shot me an amused glance as he swiped the room key from the receptionist, We made it as far as the elevator before we couldn't control our lust driver by the alcohol.

Our mouths clashed in a battle of supremacy, all tongue and teeth, but he quickly took control and tipped my head back as he went in deeper. His tongue swept against mine as as he explored the inside of my mouth while I did all I could to stand on my own feet, He sensed that and lifted my legs which I hooked at his narrow waist. He carried us to the room, his teeth scraping against the sensitive spot on my neck as he swiped the key and let us inside. He dropped me on the bed...

And then...

And then...I lost my virginity to a random stranger without as much as knowing his name, or even the correct eye color. Oh, did I mention that this man was not my fiance?

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