Wearing skimpy and short dresses with five-inch high stilettoes, Savannah and I got inside the noisy club. It was already ten in the evening and the club was already slowly getting cramped up with all of the people who wanted to party and have fun.
Savannah held my hand as she nodded at the bouncer who she already seems to know. Between the two of us, she was more of the party person. The moment we got our first job, she would spend every single Friday night in the club. She’s also the one who has more boy experiences because she more sociable than I am.
I have always been the principled and stern one.
“Do you come here often?” I shouted on her ear because the bouncer easily let us get in.
She looked at me and only gave me a smirk. “Well, you don’t always come with me when I’m partying so you don’t know the extent of my connections when I am in the club.”
I rolled my eyes because I know that she’s bragging. Okay, she’s the one who knows more people in the club. I’ll give that to her since that is her forte.
“Let’s grab some drinks first.” She pulled me to the bar and ordered us Sunrise Tequila. We downed it in one shot and as the music changed into an upbeat version of a popular ballad, we both rushed to the dancefloor and had fun.
Savannah was giggling as she tried to dance with me. She was swaying gracefully and I saw how she immediately caught a man for herself. Her eyes widened at me, lips biting a smile, as she grinded her hips against the man behind her before winking at me. She turned around to look at the man and they immediately walked to the middle of the dancefloor.
I smirked and shook my head as I continued dancing on my own. I am more comfortable this way. After being bullied for so long, I don’t think I would even be able to trust strangers who come into my life. I am not that kind of person. I can’t put aside all of the suffering that I had to go through in the past just like that. I don’t think I will ever do that.
So, what I promised myself is to not let myself get stuck in that situation again. This time, I will stand up for myself. I will stand up for my rights and principles.
I told myself to dance another song before going back to get another drink in the bar. But before I could even do so, I felt someone’s hands on my waist, caressing me gently until they went into my stomach.
My breathing immediately hitched as I felt his hand scooping my hair to place on my other shoulder. He leaned in and breathed on the bare skin of my neck. “I have been eyeing you since the moment you came in.”
His voice immediately sent shivers down my spine. It sounded so sexy and seductive and I couldn’t help my weak self from reacting to him. I have been on several one-night stands but I made sure that I wasn’t going to have another night them again. I made sure that I will never see them again.
But with the seductive voice of this man, I think I would want more than one night.
He kissed my neck and my shoulder as he swayed behind me. He pulled my body closer to him and I could feel his hard member poking on my ass.
“Do you want to get out of here?” he asked but I shook my head.
I can’t have a taste of him. I don’t want to go out of the dancefloor because I know that I would not be able to control myself if I did. I want to go home safe and sound tonight. I don’t want to sleep in a random hotel with a random guy.
I smiled awkwardly and turned around to look at him. And boy, how handsome can he be? His blonde hair and deep blue eyes make me think that he’s from the Royal Family. He is taller than me even with the five-inch heels I am standing on.
He’s smiling widely and all I could say is that my knees are slightly wobbling by the sight of his smile.
I bit my lip and quickly averted my gaze because he’s just too handsome for me to look at without me getting turned on big time.
He chuckled and lifted my chin to meet my gaze once more. He handsomely smirked before leaning in to kiss me on the lips.
I can’t say no more. His lips were so soft and I don’t think I would ever have wanted to kiss someone as much as I wanted to explore his mouth right now.
My eyes instantly closed when his lips moved against mine. It was very monumental. It’s as if my whole world has stopped spinning around me. It felt like there was only the two of us on the dancefloor. I couldn’t hear anything but the loud beating of my heart. It is pounding so hard that I think it wants to leap out of my chest right in this instant.
His hand gripped tightly on my waist as he pulled me closer. He started to kiss me deeply, not giving a f**k on what the other people on the dancefloor would think of us. He kissed me hungrily, like he’s been deprived of someone’s lips for a very long time.
I could not stop myself anymore. I was not drunk on the shot of tequila I drank before coming to the dancefloor, I am getting dizzy because of his kisses. I am getting dizzy because of all the sensations that he’s making me feel.
I held onto his shirt as his kiss deepened. He plunged his tongue inside my mouth, leaving me with no choice but to moan in pleasure. he bit my lip and let out a low growl against my mouth. “I think we need to get out of here.” His voice was laced with determination.
“Not out of the building then. I have my best friend waiting for me,” I replied, panting and out of breath because of the intensity of his kisses.
He nodded and pulled me close, kissing me one more time before leading me out of the dancefloor.
I let him drag me out of the rowdy bar and looked at him in confusion when I realized that we are suddenly in the parking lot. It was dark and I don’t know if there are people around. But I was sure of one thing, if we do it here, it will echo in the whole enclosed space.
“Let’s go to my car,” he whispered as he fished his key inside his pocket. He pressed the fob and a blue Lamborghini lit up.
He is big time. But I don’t care about that. My concern is how we’ll be able to do it in that small car. Will we be even able to fit?
He opened the door of the shotgun and was about to let me in when I held his hand and stopped him. He looked at me, his eyes reflecting the light from the lamp post outside.
“I am not a woman,” I told him. “I am gay.”
I didn’t want him to expect to see a v****a because I cannot give him that. I am not a woman and I will not be ashamed to say that because I am confident in myself.
He can still choose to run away. I will not judge him for his personal preference. I am already used to men backing out when they finally realize that I am gay.
But this man smirked and shut the door of his car, leaned me against it before kissing me harshly. His lips were moving ruthlessly against mine that I could taste rust in my mouth.
It was so obvious that he changed the way he was kissing me now that he finally knew about my identity. He became rougher and more forceful.
I tried to push him away but he was so strong and I could not do anything about it. I tried to push him one more time but he held my face tightly like he was trying to squish it.
“I-it hurts…” I whimpered and continuously tried to break away, hoping that he would loosen up and I would get my chance to escape his tight grip. “P-please…stop…”
But he wasn’t stopping. I can’t feel his urge to stop. It’s as if he doesn’t have any intention to stop.
Shit! I am already panicking internally. I wish someone would come and help me. I was already praying for a person to come. I just need this man to stop whatever he’s doing.
“What are you doing?”
I could feel shivers going down my spine as I heard a familiar voice. This man stopped and looked up at whoever spoke. And I took that chance to get out of his grip.
A guy in a black shirt and a pair of faded jeans stood there, looking at the blonde guy with me with a cold glare.
“You already heard her. She already asked you to stop. Are you deaf?” There was so much conviction in this man’s voice. And I couldn’t help but think that his voice sounded eerily similar to the voice of the boy in the building. The boy who saved me.
He then looked at me and held my hand. “Are you okay?”
I swallowed hard, stoned on my spot before nodding. “Yeah, thanks…”
He studied my face before nodding. “Go back inside. I’ll take care of this bastard over here,” he ordered in a stern voice and I couldn’t do anything but to obey him.
I gave the blonde man a look. “What is your name?” I asked him because we were so into kissing that I even forgot to ask him what his name was.
He glared at me before rolling his eyes. “Why would I even tell you?”
I raised my brow before smiling wickedly. I took a step forward before smirking at him. “So I’d know who I’d be cursing before I do this…” I trailed and directly hit his crotch with my knee.
His face contorted in excruciating pain as he went down on his knees, holding his not-so-precious d**k. “You faggot!” he cursed and I only smirked.
“Good luck having kids, you stupid racist,” I muttered before walking inside the club once again.