Spicy

Chapter 2

Raul didn't win. He was angered and uncomfortable that he lost in two categories. He had been nominated as Best Male Actor, and Best New Act. The only person who had won an award was the director, and he was vexed. He had bragged so hard about getting an Oscar this year to a lot of his friends, and he didn't know how he would face them after his over confidence got the best of him.

As the event came to an end, he still sat in his reserved seat, staring at the people talking and laughing around the area. His gaze landed on the actor who had won in his categories, and a grimace masked his face for a short time before he stood up and walked up to the grinning man.

“Congratulations, Cole,” he said, and shook his hand while he eyed the award in the grip of who he suspected was his personal assistant. “You deserve it, man. Your role in that movie was a definition of fierce and charisma.”

“Thanks, man. But I was not expecting it though. When I saw that you were in the nomination list? I was like, nah. I ain't winning this. What you pulled off in Chasing Flames, was phenomenal. But we are all winners,” Cole said, and Raul nodded.

“Yeah. Thanks.”

“Raul,” his assistant approached him, smiling. “We need to leave. You have an after party to attend.”

Raul ran his fingers through his dark locks, bid a short goodbye to Cole before walking away with the young woman trailing behind him.

“When's the party starting, Kayla?” He asked, and looked over his shoulder.

“Right now actually.”

Raul made his way out the building, and past the red carpet. He ignored the shouts of the paparazzis begging for some pictures and the call of some people he knew. He ignored everyone until his bodyguard held his arm and directed him into his SUV. Once he boarded it, he pulled out his phone and scrolled through social media.

On his Twitter, he had thousands of notifications, from tweets about him on his timeline to mentions by fans and people who disliked him. He scrolled to his notification board, and swept his gaze across the numerous tweets made by his fans consoling him for not winning. Some were tweets of his haters who mocked him.

“Will you be needing an escort to the after party, sir?” Kayla asked from beside him.

He raised his head to stare at the brunette, his eyes took in her exposed thighs, before he shifted his gaze to her plunging neckline where he saw a peek of her breasts. He licked his lips and looked into her eyes.

“Hm. Are you free tonight?” His voice was deep and he could not help but smirk when she shifted in her seat.

Kayla shrugged. “I-why? I'm your assistant, Raul. I need to prepare you for tomorrow. I really don't want to drink and have fun tonight.”

Raul chuckled, and dropped his phone then leaned forward until there was little or no space between their faces. He eyed her round face, taking in the freckles on her nose and cheeks, then her plump looking lips.

“Since when do you decline my requests?” He whispered and trailed his fingers up her thigh. “Hm?”

“R-Raul, I have a lot to compile for tomorrow's schedule. I could call Amelia Jones for you.” Her voice came out husky.

Raul's current mood deflated at the mention of the actress’ name. One, from the fact that she had won an Oscar, and two, from the fact that she was too clingy and suddenly possessive for his liking.

Raul sighed. “No, thanks. I'm sure there will be some sexy mamas at the after party. Especially those models. I like them easy, and not clingy.”

Kayla shook her head and faced away from him.

Raul picked up his phone once again and scrolled through the device. His phone vibrated, alerting him of a text message from Amelia, asking him if she could come over to his condo. He shut his eyes and tossed his phone to the space between them in the backseat.

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The speakers blared the music the DJ played for the after party guests. The bright lights of the wide hall flashed on the people dancing with sweats glistening on their skins while they gripped onto their drinks. While others danced enthusiastically to the loud music.

In the VIP booth above the dance floor, sat Raul and a few others; drinking and chatting amongst themselves. Models were sitting on the laps of most of the business men and celebrities around, while others stood with drinks in their hands. Almost everyone of them were dressed in a skimpy outfit, showing off their long legs.

Across Raul's laps was the long legs of one of the models he had flirted with. Her manicured fingers were splayed on his chest, her face was close to his cheek, and her other hand held a glass of strong alcohol.

“Alright, who's interested in some contest?!” His friend, Xander yelled, hands high above his head and a wide grin on his tan face.

“What's it about?” Someone in their midst asked.

Xander burped. “Sorry. Let's see who can take the highest shots. We'll line up twelve shots each on this table, and the winner gets $5000 and one week at my hotel.”

Xander was his friend he met at a gala four years ago, and they had kicked off as great friends ever since then. Xander was the owner of multiple hotels across the country, and the business man had taken a liken to Raul when they found out how relatable they were on some matters. They both loved to party, they loved women, travels, fame and the riches that came with it.

“Cheap price. I'm adding $5000, making it $10000,” said one of Raul's ex-fling, Vincentia. She sat like the business tycoon that she was; creamy long legs crossed, back straight on the couch she sat on, and face placed in a beautiful frown. Her red hair was straightened like a board, which complemented her full lips that was coated in red.

Raul eyed her toned legs, gliding his gaze from them to her breasts that were slightly exposed from the curved neckline of the designer dress she wore. He made eye contact with her, and winked while biting his bottom lip. She shifted in her seat and scoffed.

“Alright, fellas. Let's have some fun!” Xander hollered and three girls walked in with empty glasses which they lined up on the table in the center of the room. After placing twenty four glasses and filling them up, they catwalked away.

“Who's going to compete against me?” Xander asked, looking around. “Remember, you're winning $10000, and my most expensive suite.”

They began to murmur in excitement, making Raul snicker. Xander’s most expensive suite had rare and expensive designs out of this world, and the services rendered to any occupant was close to royalty. It was large, and was almost looking like a mansion within a building. Only a few royalties could afford the suite. A night was two point five million dollars, and the only person who had stayed there for a week was a prince from a royal family in UK.

Raul stroked his chin when he began to think of the things be could do with the suite. The parties and women he could bring up to the suite, and the idea of filming a commercial in it crossed his mind. He tapped the smooth legs of the model, and rose up to his tall height.

“Okay. I'll compete against you. I'm more interested in the suite than a mere $10000 that's not up to the price of any of my designer suits,” Raul bragged and ignored the scoffs and grunts from the people around. He took of his suit jacket, dumped it on his chair and approached Xander.

“Haha, are you sure you can down 12 shots?” Xander goaded. “This isn't a movie, Raul. You might puke after your first shot. I hear most of your actions on set are all effects.”

Everyone laughed, making Raul scowl at his friend who winked at him. His blue eyes held mischief which Raul flipped his middle fingers at.

“Ooh,” Vincentia cooed. “Alright, let's begin.” She stood up, and catwalked to the tall men. She placed her hands on her slim waist and smirked at them.

Raul knelt down after Xander did, and placed his hands on the edge of the table that had the small glass cups. His gaze was on Xander, whose gaze was on the cups. He cracked his neck, rolled his shoulders and grabbed a bottle of water off the table. As he took a large drink out of it, the model he had been sitting with approached him with his phone.

“Let me record you. This is going to be fun to watch. I'm sure you're going to be so drunk to remember,” her Italian accent reached his ears.

“That's true.” He placed his thumb on the button on the screen, automatically unlocking the device.

“Y'all ready?” Vincentia asked, smiling softly.

“Let's go, babe.” Xander winked at Vincentia, which made Raul kiss his teeth, remembering that they had both slept with each other before he met Vincentia.

“Okay! Five, four, three, two… One!”

Everything went into a blur, followed by a rush of adrenaline as he picked up his first glass and chugged it down his throat. He felt his throat burn, and a small cough escaped his lungs, which made Xander laugh and take his third shot.

Raul growled and chugged down his second shot, third, and fourth, then paused. He shook his head and smacked his lips when he could barely taste his tongue. With a deep sigh, he pushed out the chants from their audience and took five more shots.

Before he could get to his last, he felt a wave of drunkness overtake him. He felt light headed, and everywhere began to spin slightly. The words from the onlookers was barely understood by the celebrity as he held onto his last shot with shakey hands. Xander had paused at his tenth shot, to catch his breath as he was equally drunk.

“W-what?” Came Raul's slurred question with a chuckle. “Ar-are you tired?” He goaded him, and took the last shot.

Everyone rejoined at his win. Raul staggered to his feet with the help of two men. They held his wrists and lifted his hands above his head, which caused his vision to triple and blur simultaneously.

“I won!” Raul hollered, and they dropped his hands. “Now, I-” He paused to burp and staggered his way towards Xander, who was sitting on the floor. “Keys? Give me keys.” He laughed and fell onto a couch occupied by people.

The DJ changed the song that had been playing, into something different that had the VIPs stand to their feet and dance, while some rushed downstairs to the dance floor. As the adrenaline from the gyrating bodies moved to him, he stood up and began to dance to the beats of the song.

Through hooded eyes he saw Vincentia and Xander rocking against one another, which prompted him to search for the model with his phone. Before he could search further, she appeared in front of him and began to twerk against his hips, sending jolts of pleasure into his body.

“Phone,” he said when she began to record the both of them dancing. His heavy lidded eyes stared at his reflection in the phone. He could see that his green eyes were darker, his face was reddened and sweat pooled on his hairline. “Phone.”

The model moved her hand away when he tried to grab the device. She only chuckled, and whined her curvy waist into his, earning a moan from him when he got hard. He gave up trying to grab it, waiting for her to turn around, which she did. And instantly, he reached for his phone but her grip on it was hard.

The model giggled as they struggled between themselves. She looked into his eyes innocently, and whined her waist against his.

“Come on, I wanna record us and maybe post it,” she said, batting her false lashes at him.

The thought of such happening sent anger through his vein, and he quickly tried to pulled the phone away. After a few minutes of struggles and dancing, he grabbed his warm phone and staggered away from the fuming woman.

“Where are you going?” Xander asked after taking his head out of the crook of Vincentia’s neck.

Raul hummed, and pointed weakly at the entrance to the VIP room. Without another word, he made his way with the help of the wall, out of the room and into the dim hallway. With half a conscious mind, he reached a door he recognized to be the guest room he had paid for and stumbled into it. He locked the door and rushed to the wide bed in the room.

After throwing his phone on the closest couch, he crashed on to the bed and darkness overtook his whole being.