Chapter 152 - You Messed With The Wrong People (1/2)

”Why am I feeling so hot?” Rachel questioned herself as she entered her room.

She had already instructed the caretaker of the house to bring Stella up here if she feels unwell since she is her Dad's god-daughter. She was just here to grab her credit card before going out to a club to celebrate her victory.

”I should leave before the old lady brings Stella up.” She murmured to herself as she grabbed the card and left the room.

After hailing herself an Uber, which arrived ten minutes later, she left the place and headed to her favorite club, the Golden Corals.

She sat by the bar counter on the ground floor and ordered herself some vodka shots. With each passing minute, she was feeling more and more uncomfortable. She gulped down one shot as soon as they arrived.

Her skin was beginning to burn as she felt blood rushing down to her lower body. Beads of sweat were beginning to form on her forehead despite the cold temperature of the bar. She was feeling a hard time breathing as the temperature of her body kept rising. The cold vodka wasn't helping her. She knew the symptoms all too well. But what made her confused was how it was happening to her. She didn't take it.

”Give me some ice chips.” She ushered the bartender who nodded and disappeared to fulfill her demand.

Her thoughts drifted back to the martini that the bartender had served her before she left the banquet.

”That ba****d spiked my own drink instead of Stella.” She cursed the man. She knew that she is going to get a good scolding from Taylor for not getting the work done.

The bartender placed a glass before her which has some ice chips in it and a spoon as well.

She uttered a thanks to him before picking up the spoon. She knew that the ice chips won't do her any good and won't help her in lowering down her body temperature. The only thing which could help her at the moment was sex, a lot of sex.

She put down the spoon and took out her phone and dialed Taylor's number. It continued to ring but he didn't pick up. She tried a number of times but the call didn't go through.

'He must be busy.' She thought to herself. She wasn't calling him to inform him that the plan didn't work, but rather that she needed him.

She heaved out a frustrated sigh as her eyes roamed around the bar and the dance floor. She picked up another vodka shot and gulped it down as her eyes locked on a man who was sitting at the other end on the bar counter.

He had a head full of black hairs. His light blue eyes gleamed under the dim lights of the bar as he leisurely sipped onto his whiskey. His chiseled face and sharp jawline was a sight to behold.

'He seems like a good choice.' She thought inwardly as the corners of her lips turned up into a smirk.

She picked up her last vodka shot and sauntered over to him.

”Is this seat taken?” She spoke in a seductive manner, pointing towards the barstool next to him.

”No.” The man replied, his deep husky voice sent tingles in her lower body.

”Thank you.” She uttered a thanks before extending a hand towards him.

”My name's Rachel.” She introduced herself.