Hey, Billionaire

"b***h, I'm positive you misheard me," Evan glared at me in which I return with a frown. He bit on his lip, nibbling on the piecing. "What?" I shouted but still seemed like I whispered. The blaring music and the smell of alcohol, s*x, and cigarettes were starting to get to me. I don't like it. Gross. Evan inched closer, staggering on his feet. He then leaned over to the side of my face, whispering into my ears, "I said, we are not here to sulk. We are going to suck!" And I quickly covered my ears. Wincing, I glared at him. The nerve of this gay. "Don't shout at me!" I shouted once again seeing that he had already stepped backwards. "But you wouldn't hear me," he pouted. He looked like a puppy. No. Not a puppy. He looked like a dog. A very drunk dog. "I don't like drunk Evan. Let's go, we are going home." Tugging at his wrist, I tried my best to pull him. Evan held tightly on one of the stools. "I don't wanna go!" "No, we are going home," I glanced at his face, his expression in complete horror. His cheeks were tinted pink from all the alcohol he consumed. "We've only been here for thirty minutes! No!" I sighed. "Yet you are already drunk. Come on, if your brother finds you in this state he's gonna kill me." Do I have any other choice than to plead? No. Nope. I observed Evan's expression. He turned pale when I mentioned his brother. It didn't last long though. His face turned red almost immediately. I frowned. What's with him and his brother? Sure Kian's strict and all but they'd been acting weird lately. Evan wasn't able to spend much time with me anymore and I honestly feel left out. Evan shook his head. "I still want to walk. Yes, walk, sure. So we are not going home. Yet," he uttered some words under his breath that I didn't quite catch. Now he talks to himself when drunk?? "Say. We stay here for another hour then we go home?" He negotiated. I released his wrist and folded my arms across my chest. I squinted my eyes. There's got to be something else. "No." "But, but it's a good deal! I'll go willingly, I prooomise," he whined dragging the letter o. He even put his right hand up causing his croptop to show his belly button. I tugged at the hemline of his clothing. "Do not raise your hand, you dog! Why'd you even wear a croptop?" Evan huffed in what I think is disbelief. He brushed his fingers through his blond hair. "I am not supposed to wear PJ's here, Green. So hush," he then rolled his eyes at me. "And babe, you're too conservative. Didn't you say you wanna explore the bright side of s*x life? I am giving you this chance. Go, show people that pretty ass." My cheeks heated. "Evan, shut up we are in public!" I whined. Now I regret not bringing a duct tape. "Like anyone would care," he replied. "You are changing the topic. We should go home." I glanced around and found out that compared to earlier, there were a lot more people in the club. I squinted my eyes at my wristwatch, trying to know what time was it but failed beacuse of the club's dim lighting. Looking back at Evan who was, surprisingly, standing completely still, I huffed in annoyance. "Why are you looking at me like that??" "Do want me to go home willingly?" the seriousness of his voice made my brows knit together. It was as if the drunk dog I was talking to earlier suddenly became sober. "Yes, of course." "I have a one condition," a corner of Evan's lips tugged up. He sat down on the stool, relaxing himself. He looked around and smiled to himself. Evan ordered another alcohol in which the bartender immediately made. "Drink this and make out with someone." "That's two—" "I suppose we'll leave went I want to, then." "Evaaaan," whining, I gestured toward myself. I am not even dressed well! Do i sit randomly on someone else's lap and make out with them? Should I ask first if they want to make out with someone dressed in a plain shirt and black jeans? Evan only raised a brow. "Remember," he started with his voice full of seriousness. He motioned me to come closer and I did. It wasn't often that you'd get to talk with drunk Evan seriously. Once we were face to face, he continued. "Making out doesn't involve a d**k up your ass." I gasped, my cheeks burning in embarrassment. I slapped his shoulder as hard as I could. "Y-you, you dog!" He laughed, the set of pearly white teeth on display. I felt him push me gently, handing the glass of alcohol, "Go. I won't watch but I want to see a hickey when you get back." Giving him the puppy dog eyes in hopes of convincing him not to make me do this, I glared at Evan when he turned his back to me. I sipped on the drink he gave me. It was bitter, quite strong. But I knew Evan wouldn't give something I couldn't handle. That dog loves me like I am his owner. Hehe. Kidding aside, he was the best of the friends that I have. The real-est. As I drank, I felt my body started to lose its tension. The drink wasn't so bad. Leaving the empty glass on a random unoccupied table, I darted toward the dance floor. A little dance wouldn't hurt, right? I giggled. Had I known the drink was this relaxing then I could've drank it sooner. I moved my body accordingly. Enjoying the upbeat music. I was slightly getting dizzy because of the club's lighting but I paid it no mind, neither the occasional bumping to other people. The music changed several times until it switch to a slow sensual and s****l song. I heard people cheer before everyone started swaying their hips. There were few people I saw that was completely out. Some were lying on the cold tiled floor, some were atop a table. I continued dancing mindlessly until I felt hands on my hips. Curious to see who it was, I turned around and came face to face with a clothed chest. I was going to look up to see his face when someone bumped on my back. It caused me to lose my footing and crash onto the stranger. He smelled mint. Chuckling, I looked up at him, "I'm sorry, Mr. Stranger." Then my eyes met a pair of gorgeous deep green orbs. Wow. Mr. Stranger placed his hands on my waist again. We were dancing. He said nothing but didn't break our eye contact. Staring at his eyes felt like I was in the middle of a forest and the more I stare, the farther I wander in that forest, lost. The music changed into a more intimate song. I put both my hands on his shoulder, shamelessly closing the distance between us. I grinded against his body. I smiled. I'm getting better at dancing! Breaking the eye contact, I glanced around. The dance felt crowded than before. I guess people do love these kind of songs. Do they like grinding while dancing to? "Hmmp!" My eyes widen, feeling something soft against my lips when I was just about to settle my eyes back to mister. He started moving against my lips, "hmm-mm." I flung my arms around his neck while his one arm snaked around my waist. It was weird. We were in a bar but he tasted like coffee. It was addicting. A kiss with a tongue! Should I open my mouth?? What do I do! I felt his tongue seek entrance to my mouth. I froze not knowing what to do. When I didn't do anything, his lips left mine and trailed down to my jaw. He placed kisses until he reached the side of my neck. Mr. Stranger nibbled lightly as I was gently pushed against a wall. I held onto his hair while he sucked. My lips felt needy so I gripped his chin, forcing him to face me and took the initiative to kiss him. I settled my hands against his chest, gripping his shirt whenever my heart beats like it was going to jump out of its place. I nibbled his lower lip. Mr. Stranger then— I'm kissing a stranger! Oh my gosh, I'm kissing a stranger! Suddenly, I bit his lips too hard as I felt a hand land on my butt cheek. I tasted something rusty and I gasped. Moving away, wide eyed, "I'm sorry!" I practically screamed. He grinned— or smiled? I didn't know! I was getting more dizzy. Who even decided to flash the lights according to the beat of the music? I better have a proper talk with them. Then an image of the cute emoji with smoke coming right out their nose flashed in my mind. I laughed. Cute. Feeling a hand had been placed on my cheek, I snapped out of my thoughts. "Stop spacing out." Then a peck on lips. Mr. Stranger tugged the sleeve of my shirt, exposing my collarbone, and my skin in places between the side of my neck and shoulders. He lowered his head and placed his lips there. "Ah!" He sucked hard before drawing his tongue over the spot. I was only able to grip tightly on his shirt as he did that multiple times. "Hmm." When his lips made it back to mine, the kiss was sloppy. But nice. I felt intoxicated that I got lost in the kiss. I let my hands roam, as there was none that was feeling my body. His hands were always either on my cheeks or snaked around my waist to pull me closer. My hands got lower. It was moving by itself I promise! Before I realized where it was headed, a hand grasped around my wrist preventing it from moving any further. "No, baby. Not like this."