Chapter 8

Sierra

I clear my throat, but I refuse to turn around. “I’m pretty sure I’m not your type,” I say, but my voice sounds off, a little higher than I want it to be. I tried to sound confident but the strong aura that I can sense behind me is making me conscious.

“And how would you know that?” he asks, pressing his front closer to my back. Oh damn. He’s turned on turned on because of me. This would be hilarious if I would have been interested in bad boys but I can't break my resolution for anyone else. I have decided, even though I want to have a look at him and maybe just have a bite of him but I can't.

I don't know what should I do, I want to straight out refuse the person standing behind me pressing his hard on against me but I am too much interested and I fucking came here to get laid. It won't hurt right if I look at him and maybe... maybe if he is as good as his voice I may give him a chance.

I was contemplating what to do when he pressed himself harder this time, making me groan in frustration and pleasure. I want it bad but there is this nagging voice in the back of my mind telling me stay afar.

I turn around, giving him a second to study me, and his eyes widen in horror as his drink sputters from his choking mouth. It was just unbelievable to find him here after so long. I still do remember him even though it has been long. I can't believe he is here in real.

My eyebrow cocks up as he stumbles backwards, making a fool of himself. I’m definitely going to pay for this. I should have listened to my logical self. The fuck what is he doing here. Oh my fucking luck out of this world.

He is no other than Faris, the only person in highschool I hated with almost everything I had because I really liked him. I had caught him staring at me but brushed it off thinking of it as nothing and sometimes I too used to stalk him and like the stupid person that I am, I thought he liked me and maybe.. my silly self thought that maybe we could date or something because I was really smitten by him and his charms back at that time. He was handsome back than with his boyish charm and grin but now he is here infront of me even better. making me choke on my breathe.

He aged better just like fine wine, never expected to find him here out of all places and in such a compromising position, if it had been back then I would have loved it even play with it a bit, but now it's all different and he just can't come out of nowhere and want to hook up.

“Sierra?” he says through a cough, sounding as though he’s surprised and shocked in the same breath. I can’t help it; I stifle my laughter, but my mocking smile creeps into place. I don't believe that he just came here without looking my face or maybe he just is too drunk to think before act.

But the one thing that stuck in my mind is that he remembers me, "Sierra..." just the way he called out my name and believe me I am not lying it ignited something deep within. I am shaking internally with all the extra attention that I have been getting. Old habits die hard, back then too I was affected by him and still after so many years I am affected by him. I had dated before and had been out with boys and stuff but never had anyone affected me like he does. It is a foreign feeling and it just feels so different.

“No,” he says, shaking his head as if he’s seeing things, hating himself in this moment. I don't know the change of emotions or what has been happening with him but I think he just didn't expected to see me here. Well I am a bit too shocked to see him here too.

“Yes,” I say, relishing my ounce of power before he jerks it away. I moved a bit away from because being this close to him brings back the memories when I just wanted to fuck him, damn.. I was so stupid back then. He was a playboy then and a playboy now nothing has ever changed but he did change a bit and turned into the man who is every women's fantasy.

“Fuck,” he hisses, staring at his bottle of beer as though it’s the enemy. Then those murderous eyes cut back toward me, and I almost shrivel up. “Is it really you Sierra or am I too drunk to make out faces clearly?”

Sierra

"What are you doing here and in these clothes?" he said while eyeing me up and down like he owns me or I am his already. It did make me a bit uncomfortable and conscious of his gaze but I am no shy and sweet person, if he is good at playing then I am better.