Drunk kisses

I roamed my eyes to see who he is after.

But he is glaring only at me.

He is after me?

Or is he after my life?

"You haven't eaten for five days and yet you are out here drinking?" his voice boomed in my ear despite the noise in the club.

Oh.

The man even knew the exact days. Is he a spy?

"Jerk trippin' " I rebutted.

"We are going home,"

Thinking that it was another conversation I am eavesdropping on, I disregarded that and proceeded to turn my head to look at Vien, but saw a familiar man carrying her. He is the same person I saw at that club, when Mark and I visited Marsha.

I grabbed the gun in my waist, disregarding the fact that I need to pull up all the sides of my dress to reach it, exposing my panties.

"Fuck,"

I heard someone's crispy curse, and immediately, strong arms snaked on my body, pulling my dress down in heartbeat.

I dropped my gun on the floor because of the abrupt carrying. I looked up to see Remus, firmly clenching his jaw.

I coldly gaped at his angry state, but then I remembered Vien. I do not know how, but I am able to jump off his hold, to pick up the gun fast, and face that man from the club again.

"Who are you-" my question is stopped midway when someone grabbed and carried me, out of that man's face again.

"Why don't you just go home alone?!" I angrily blurted at Remus.

"Who's going home without you,"

My weary eyes dilated a bit at the declaration. That sounds so wrong. Ears do not malfunction when drunk right?

Well, maybe they do.

I heard that wrong.

Yes.

"I can go home alone without anyone. Let go off me."

I rebelled on his hold only to feel my head ache because of my movements. I hissed at it.

Blame alcohol. Damn alcohol.

He didn't answer me back, instead, I felt him tightening his hold on me. My eyes traveled on his veiny hands, up to the loose blue necktie of the not fully buttoned formal white longsleeves, to his iron-clad chest and the seemingly unruled hair.

I couldn't contain but have a lethal smirk.

Which girl did you work on tonight Remus?

"That guy is not a friend of Vien, I cannot leave-"

I am still not done with my argument, but he cut it off.

"He is my friend," he declared and it stopped me from rebelling for a while.

So that guy… is his friend.

"And he has also notified me about your escapade with a man,"

Why would he notify him about my whereabouts? And Mark?

So what if I am with a man?

"Hmmmm?" he probed as he look down to throw me savage eyes.

I firmly shut my lips to prevent myself from something. Buying my silence, his eyes raked all of my facade.

Wait a minute. So what if he is his friend? His friend is not my friend. Most importantly, he is not my friend too! Why would that be a valid excuse?

I am getting slow-witted. What kind of alcohol did I just drink?

"You are not my friend," I said, enough for us to hear. To make him see a point. But just like last time, he didn't answer back. Instead, I felt him walk.

I shut my eyes when a disturbing colored light from the dance floor passed my eyes. I opened my eyes only to see one again, so I decided to just close it for a while.

We were already at the parking area when I opened my eyes. I feel dizzy with the frequent closing and opening of my eyes. This is worse than being punched in the face. My training with swords is better than this.

Also, I should punch that Rex guy straight in the gut tomorrow. Why would he leave a kid in a club?

Remus suited me in the front seat of a heavily tinted black car. I watched his face zoom in when he secured my seatbelt. I saw how his brows move when he caught something inappropriate. He tightly shut his eyes for seconds.

"You should also not just raise your clothes," he lectured me, voice coarse because of something.

When he opened it again, it was a difficult read of emotion. Like how it usually is. But then he got more time to thoroughly stare at my not-focusing eyes.

I got three of him in front of me. And I despise all of them.

Long fingers grazed my legs when my dress is pulled down again. He also adjusted it up on the chest. I tried to look down but my aching head won't allow me to. He loudly closed the door as soon as he is satisfied with my appearance before entering the driver's seat.

"I am going home,"

He started the engine. Not replying. Tight-lipped again.

I can still recognize the moments when he move something on the air conditioner above and when he double-checked my seatbelt. It took him another long minutes of stillness before I sense a motion.

"I'm taking you home first. You are very drunk" I heard him say clearly before darkness enveloped me.

-

My sleep is disrupted when someone carried me again. I opened my eyes the same time my car's door closed. Wait, my?

I do not have a car.

It's in the house.

I'm not at my house.

Or am I?

I withdrew my hand on his neck. Letting it fall, clinging to nothing.

The world is rotating. Why is that?

We passed a huge door. Wow. The house is huge and really... impressive. I just realized we are using the stairs of an unfamiliar house after a while of getting confused. Even with rotating sight, I forced my eyes to analyze and hopefully memorize everything for an easy escape.

We entered a wholesome room and I was laid on a king-size bed. My captor then directed to open a huge closet. His back is turned to me but I got an idea of who he is.

How can I forget the man who robbed me of my first kiss?

I remembered I said I wanted to go home. Am I at his house? And he said he will take me home first?

Why would he bring me here? Is he up for something? My gun, where is it?

I carelessly turned my body around when a force made me feel like I wanted to puke. I grinned crazily as soon as I am successful to prevent it from happening, but I got troubled once again for I do not know how to go back to my original position.

I feel sick. And there is something going on with my stomach.

And why is it hot in here?

Did he not pay his bills?

I kicked the heels off my feet and removed my dress straps. I grunted on the sheets when I felt heavy-headed again.

I will not lose my breath here. I won't lose it to him. He won't get successful in his plans.

An arm claimed my waist, pulling me close to his body. I clinged my legs on his waist when he carried me differently because there is no other way for me but to adjust or else I'll fall somewhere. What if we are on the edge of his house? I saw we are not, but what if? I am not confident of what I kept seeing right now.

Unlike earlier, he is just holding me on the waist and my back. Seemingly a hug, but that seemed gibberish when it was me and him on a frame.

I heard him utter unclear words. He sounded so angry and troubled about something. I breathed near his ears before I linked my hands to his neck. He smells nice. I pushed myself more to him, thinking about what scent is that.

I sensed a heavy inhale.

"Damn, hell..."

He really smells nice.

"What's the perfume?" I probe at him, but instead of answering, he laid me back on the bed.

And because I am tightly clinging to him, he also leaned closer to me. His lips were only a distance away from mine.

Ah.

I removed my legs and hands off him because I feel heated again. I fanned myself with my hand but I wasn't contented. It's getting hotter in here.

I pulled my dress down on my upper body, revealing my nipple covers.

Then I feel... fresh.

"I told you not to just touch your clothes!" Remus sounded so angry at something right now. "Baby, what the fuck?!"

I examined him, drunkenly, when I realized he is giving unnecessary reactions. I caught him shifting mood when he held my eyes. In an instant, he is back on radiating a profound person I shouldn't defy.

And as a sign of rebellion, I unstably stood up to pull my dress all the way to my feet.

I rose up to taunt him. I am not a slave of yours to follow your orders, you irate and ill-tempered man.

He clenched his jaw multiple times and I'd smirked playfully at all that, tempting more arrogance. Testing his pride. The patience he is holding vanished when I parted my lips to speak. He climbed up the bed, towered over me and pulled my head aggressively. Meeting my lips before I can even say "puppet".

He held my neck possessively as he devour my lips like it was his. Like he has all the right to dominate it, to taste it fully.

He explored my lips. His kisses were thirsty, searching. Inviting me to a whole new dimension I am not familiar with. I forced myself not to respond. Or to be in sync. Or to be lured on the invite. Fiercely.

I gasped when his lips erotically rolled on me and he used that opportunity to have better access to my mouth. His tongue skillfully played mine. And in every flick, I can't help but to silently tremble on his hold. I grasped a portion of his longsleeves, holding on to my faltering sanity.

I closed my eyes, dizzy with the way he is owning me. Not contented, he pulled my waist better on his hot body. I arched my back when his hand traveled on some of my chest.

I catched my breath when he decided to let go of my lips. I caught his eyes, reflecting mine. He is watching me. Looking intently at my eyes, nose, and down to my swollen lips again.

He casted more wetness on mine when his tongue grazed the wetness of my lips. I can hear each collision and it is not getting me any good. It sounded so obscene in my ears and it is making it hard for me...

He stopped, out of breath.

But then proceeded to dive again, before planting me a swift shallow kiss and a short bite on the lower lip.

Finally, I searched for more air.

I lifted my eyes from his wet lips to his eyes. I found his gaze staying more on my lips before it met my orbs again.

Some unsaid words circulated.

He then abruptly grabbed my butt, I clinged my legs better on him again in shock. My breast is squeezed on him as he carried me out of the bed. He grabbed some clothes in the bed before he strode into his huge bathroom, carrying me with him.

He made me sit on the granite sink. Behind me is the mirror, but there is also another mirror facing me. I realized his chest is moving up and down, and we look so sensual in this position right now.

Tired because of the alcohol and the earlier activity, I leaned myself in the mirror. I met his eyes, now keenly staring at me.

"Why do you always just kiss me when I am drunk?" I asked nonchalantly.

That is definitely not the right question. It should be, 'Who are you to kiss me?'

But the alcohol seemed to rule me today.

His eyes roamed my body. I noticed how his eyes linger on my chest for a moment before meeting me up in the eye again. He licked his lips.

I imitated it.

"Because it would be your gun I'll be kissing when you are not," he breathed. He placed his palms on the sides of my legs, dictating a seemingly new claimed territory.

I adjusted on my seat to counter the action.

"Opportunist," I remarked, crossing my arms on my chest, making my cleavage more pronounced.

His eyes flew to it. He scowled at me.

"You wouldn't even ask for permission," I added.

That is probably the alcohol talking, not me. Just look how alcohol corrupted my trail of thoughts. My words are going gibberish.

He bowed a little, and unexpectedly, with a smile painted on his lips.

"Can I...again then?" he questioned, leveling my sight, intently asking permission in my eyes.

"You've stolen a lot of times. I do not permit anymore." I grimaced.

He chuckled looking at my expression.

I blinked. It is the first time I hear him do it.

"Oh, you can chuckle? I thought you only know how to growl and speak rudely at people."

He shaked his head, still chuckling about something. He looked up and I saw silliness in his eyes. He caressed my hair and tuck some strands in my ear gently.

I didn't know that he knows how to be gentle when touching someone.

"There are always exemptions," he lowly said.

Wrong words again.

I didn't speak after that.

I heard him sigh before his head bow down to plant kisses on my jaw, my neck, and the middle of my chest. I closed my eyes, feeling his lips on my skin.

This is so wrong.

I opened my eyes, awaken by an extreme notion. I invoked all the darkness to bring my savageness back despite the presented epitome infront.

He sensed it. He straightened his back before he bent again to hold me on the shoulders. He tolerated my cold trance.

"Let's get you changed,"

"I am going back to my room,"

"Okay then. But let me change you first," he agreed before he held my hands up to change me.