Her Nocturnal Lover (Chapter Four, page 1 of 2)

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Up the VIP Section, Bill Mayan had sat in silence watching the two friend's gestures, movements, and all happenings, like a lion guarding his prey. From his position, he started to notice the discomfort that had aroused. He wanted to go and tell the brunette that he was the one. That he was the one who had taken her to bed that night and that he'd never been able to get her off his mind since then. He wanted to tell her that he would love to know her better but something within his gut was stopping him. Perhaps his pride, but he doubted. Maybe it was the fact that he wouldn't know exactly what it was that they would talk about when he reached her. Would she accept him?

Almost everyone in the village was quite suspicious of him. He was an enigma. But he knew he would get to her eventually and when he did, he would pin her against the wall because of her immature drinking habits. He would make sure she wanted him as much but he never really be there until she stopped all her creepy habits. He would punish her, do things to her that make her yearn and she, would have no option but submitting to him. Bill shrunk at the thoughts that had been running in his mind since Linda had set foot in the club and he from his judgement, from his guts, he knew she would be his.

But first, she would be his to groom. His to mold into what he thought she would be. She would be his and only his. He would swear she would get no escape out of it. He noticed the face the other girl 'Roselyn' made as though urging Linda to do something that neither of them liked. His jaw tensed. A group of girls came and stood by the couple, then Roselyn left with them. Linda noticed she was beginning to watch things in a blur and that her tongue was a slur. Looking around suspiciously, she moved out quickly, towards the road side by which she had left her car.

Twenty minutes later, Linda stood before two officers explaining herself in a slurred tongue. One of them was holding her hand trying to keep her straight. A black Mercedes pulled by the road side and a guy in blue jeans approached.

"I am sorry officers." His voice interrupted

"This, mine sweetheart here. I was supposed to drop her home but she surely is both very furious and drunk all the same. I'll take her home with me."

"But you're…" Linda started …

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