LOVE & TOUCH

Chapter 9

Vin's Pov

I pressed my hot pink lipstick on my puffy lips, curled my eyelashes, and highlighted my eyes with eyeliner.

"Not done..." I slapped lightly my cheeks to make them look naturally red, though I'm already quite red because of the alcohol. I smiled when I was satisfied with myself.

There's no other reason why I prioritized redoing my makeup over fixing my skirt. This is not because of that guy. I just want to look pretty, yeah, that's it...

I sighed heavily when I returned to the bar counter. 'I wonder if he's still there,' I said in my head. I at least still want to thank him. Yeah, I'm crazy. No, I'm just drunk.

My questionably high excitement dropped when I saw him—still there, but in his lap was a makeup-caked cougar wearing a non-conservative thin, short red dress. They're kissing each other like there's no tomorrow for them to wait. What a bastard. He flirted to me awhile ago! Or not?

But wait, is she his girlfriend?

My eyes narrowed while watching them. Then I realized that the woman was one of the girls who had been gawking and whispering about him earlier! What a slut!

I irritably passed them by and went back to my friends' table. I suddenly feel irritated. I don't know why.

"Hey girl! Where did you go?" Marco clunged his hands on my neck. I almost lay on the couch because of his heaviness. I pushed him irritably. He laughed and leaned his head on my shoulder. He's a flirty drunk.

"Where did you go?" He repeated.

"I went to the restroom." I answered and picked a shot from our table. I closed my eyes as the heat traveled and stayed on my throat. Damn, liquor!

"Ah..." His mouth hung open. "Everything...ish...floating..."

I chuckled and leaned my head on his too. I am starting to feel the dizziness too.

"You..s..should..hic..dance.." he mumbled between his hiccups.

"You should sleep." I replied.

In just a few minutes, he really did pass out.

I took another shot. My vision pinches inward after numerous shots of glass. My eyesight is distorted, but I still want another one. I'm not really a fan of alcohol, but I don't know why I couldn't stop drinking that night.

I took a deep breath and put down the nth glass. Am I a career drinker now?

I stiffled my laughs.

My favorite beat suddenly played. I glared at the chaotic dance floor. I suddenly want to dance...

I pushed Marco's head and stood up, but before I could stand up on my knees, I lost my balance and tossed my body onto him.

"ASdghfjshit," he slurred with his distinguishable words.

I chuckled and pinched the bridge of his nose before I stood up again. Even though my vision was glossy and unstable and my head was spinning because of the dim lighting, I still went to the dance floor and swayed my body through the neon lights and my favorite music.

I closed my hands, feeling the night. "Whoo!" I shouted along with the loud crowd.

But I was startled when a huge hand crawled into my waist. "You're hot..." The man behind me whispered in a low and husky voice. My hair stood up, and an unfamiliar heat spread out in my body like a wildfire. All the more when he pulled me with his body, removing the gap between us. He then started grinding so closely behind my back, waking something within me. While I looked like a rock. What the...

If I'm still sane, I'll probably slap his hands away and leave him, but I am f*cking drunk. Instead of walking away, I started to grind too and feel the touching of our bodies. He softly cursed and swiftly turned me to face him. I laughed when my dizziness doubled. I looked up at him, but I couldn't focus my eyes. I only know that his blurry image seems so familiar to me.

"Come here.." He breathed in and pulled my chin toward him for a long, fiery kiss. I groaned and gripped onto his arms, finding the strength to stand still and to not melt on the ground. I never kissed like that before, not even my ex.

"Let's go," he said when he let go of my lips. My mouth parted, and those are the last images that I can recall before everything turned vague.

My conscious state only came back when I woke up on a sober morning, lying on a comfortable bed, and beside me was a fit and sexy man in a shirtless body. I can feel his deep breath on my forehead. His arms were hugging my waist, not leaving a space between us.

My face whitened. What in the f*cking name is this? Who the hell is this man?

My heart pounded as I traveled my eyes from his upper body up to his face. And to my surprise, he is the guy on the bar counter! The hot guy!

I looked down, and I saw myself only wearing my underwear under the blanket. Did something really happen? I moved and immediately bit my lips when I felt the soreness between my thighs. Sh*t, this is all real!

Accidentally, my eyes went to his boxer. My face heated up. The bulk between his thighs is so undeniable. Did he really..?

"Oh? You're awake..."

I immediately pushed myself out of his comfort, hugging the blanket. He was left on the bed alone with his boxer. I stopped myself from glancing at it. I stood up in the corner of the room, stunned by the realizations, scared by his attractive body and face.

"W-What the hell happened?" I said it in a panicked voice.

"Chill Miss..." His arms tightened when he rested his head on them. I pressed my lips together. How can I stay chill? Obviously something happened and my soreness in between is the evidence! I didn't even let my ex touch me down there and h-he...this bastard eat all of me so easily!

I moved my feet closer when his eyes scanned me. He licked his lips. "Do you want to remember everything? We can continue... since I'm still hungry."

I felt the prickly heat around my neck and ears. "S-Shut up!" I said, totally lose my cool.

He barked in laughter. "I just want to help you to remember—" I cut off the jerk.

"S-Shut up! Where are my clothes?"

But I saw them on the floor. My face heated more in the image of tossing our clothes. I picked them all up. Did I really...?

His eyebrows furrowed. "You're leaving already?" He asked before I shut the door to the bathroom. I immediately wore my dress and fixed myself. I couldn't believe all of these! What should I do now? He devirginized me!

"Yeah, babe. Let's meet later for dinner."

I heard him before I went out of the bathroom. This jerk! He has the guts to call someone even though I'm still around!

I pushed the door irritably. I couldn't believe that I let this guy to be my first! He is a damn playboy! And obviously, I was a victim!

He ended the call when he saw me. "Do you really want to go without part two?" he asked in an annoying grin.

Part two, huh?

I went to him. He was smiling from ear to ear, but it faded after my hard slap. "There's nothing happened and let's not meet again." I firmly said.

But the anger won't subside. I opened the door and faced him again. "F*ck you!" I shouted for a farewell.