Stranger-Danger
801 Words
I am perched on a stool, nursing a bluish cocktail Kevin got for me.
His glass of scotch sits empty as he talks about a funny experience he had with his pet guinea pig today.
While I absentmindedly listen, preoccupied by Micheal's sudden change in behaviour.
After all the years that we had spent together, Mom and I both thought that Micheal would finally propose.
What changed..?
“ Oh no..”
Somewhere at the other end of the luscious green yard, a student of ours giggles drinking more champagne than necessary.
“ s**t , when I said mingle I didn't mean get drunk and make a scene.”
Micheal excuses himself, leaving me with my untouched drink.
I trace the edge of the glass contemplatively.
When someone takes the empty stool beside me, a shiver travels up my arm as theirs brush against my exposed ones.
Something distinctively male and husky fills my lungs.
“ Cocktails are great while they're still cold.”
“ You mean while they're still strong enough to make me drunk?”
I turn my head to the source of the velvety low voice beside me.
“ What’s the fun in being sober..?”
My brain is shutting down at the sight of his impeccably handsome face.
“ You should finish that..”
He throws me a panty dropping smile as I sharply turn my head back to my drink, the ice now one with the bluish liquid.
A memory of his perfect face is etched into my memory.
Perfect diamond jawline, a prominent nose, deep set eyes , thick strokes of brows , luscious red lips and silky looking dark hair.
God, why are some people born so perfect?
I just shrug not really knowing what to say. He chuckles. A flirtatious sound I can only describe as a mass destructive weapon aimed at female submission.
In the heat of the moment I do something I would call stupid on a normal day.
Throwing my head back, I gulp down the drink in one go.
“ There I finished it.”
I slam the glass back down , throwing at him .
“ So , do you have a name or you’re just the mysterious guy at the party?”
“ Mysterious guy , huh.”
I shrug.I look away pretending not to be affected by his intense blue gaze and his magnetic presence.
“Art.”
“ Lily.”
“Sir?”
The bartender asks with more respect and patience than he does with the other guest.
Art doesn't take his eyes off me, the action makes my heart rate go faster so I fidget in my seat.
“ A Japanese slipper for Lily and BMW for me, extra dry.”
The bartender gets to work shaking and mixing.
I clear my throat and break eye contact.
They way my name rolls off his tongue..
He looks at me with a familiarity I can't explain. It's annoying.
Soon, the bartender places our drinks before us. Before I know what I'm doing , I've had three to four glasses already and am telling Art about my pathetic love life.
“ How long ?”
“ Twenty-five…”
“Months?”
“ Years.”
Art’s jaw clenches with something that looks like anger but I might be mistaken.
I do see two of him..Two hot , dark and tall Art’s ..
And I am totally drunk.
Is it even right to go this long dating someone with any promise of the future?
“ When did he tell you?”
“ Today, on my way here..”
I hiccup, reaching for my next shot. Along the line, Art and I had graduated to doing shots.
O I was soo going to regret this in the morning..
Art pushes the shot glass from my reach, the bartender takes it. I pout at him.
His eyes follow my lips, locking his jaw with anger?
Why does he seem angry..
Must be the alcohol.
“ You've had enough.”
He appraises me, his voice hard and disapproving. I clench my thighs , worms jiggling their tiny bums at the bottom of my stomach.
I lean into him.
“ Mm, you’re not fun.”
“ Oh I can be fun.”
His voice turns devilish and mischievous.
“ Really?”
I lean in further, his eyes darkening.
“Mmhmm, wanna do something fun to get back at your ex?”
I nod eagerly, the low rumble in his chest exciting the worms.
“ Boyfriend.”
I correct.
But he gazes at my lips dismissing my words.
“ Samething.”
“ How do we get back at my ex- I mean boyfriend.”
He passes me a glass of cool water and orders.
“Drink, you have to be sober first.”
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