Chapter 3: A night with stranger

Trina's Point of View

"Baby, are you okay?"

What the hell? Is this guy insane? When did I become his girlfriend? I yanked my hand away and shot him a sharp glare.

"Trina! What did you do?!"

Great. Just my luck. The owner of the bar just had to show up. Now I might actually get fired.

He approached me, and I braced myself to explain. Lowering my gaze in embarrassment, I mumbled,

"S-Sir Andrew, I'm sorry. You see, this guy—"

"Dude?"

I stopped mid-sentence when the guy beside me suddenly spoke.

Huh? Dude? I turned to him, confused. But he wasn't looking at me—his eyes were locked onto someone else.

"Dude! It's you! How did you get here?"

Oh, so they know each other.

"I was actually looking for you," my so-called "boyfriend" said. "Your dad told me you owned a bar now."

"Seriously? Damn, I missed you! How have you been?"

"I'm doing good. I'm studying at Ashton University now."

I snapped my head toward him. Ashton University? So that's why he looked familiar—he goes to the same school as me.

"Studying? Didn't you already graduate?" my boss asked, raising a brow.

Graduate? He literally just said he's still studying. Wow, my boss is an idiot too.

"Long story."

Then, just when I thought I was off the hook, my boss's eyes landed on me.

"I didn't know you knew Trina?"

Oh, no. I swallowed hard as the conversation shifted to me.

"Yeah, I'm actually her boyfriend," the guy declared casually.

My eyes widened in shock. What the hell is he saying?! I elbowed him hard.

"Ouch!" he yelped.

"No, Sir! Don't believe him!" I protested, frantically waving my hands.

Sir Andrew chuckled, then said, "Well, I can't blame him. Trina is gorgeous."

I felt my face heat up. But still—he's NOT my boyfriend!

"Want a drink? It's on me," Sir Andrew offered, turning to my so-called "boyfriend" before facing me again. "Trina, take care of your boyfriend for a while. I have something to attend to, but I'll be back."

"But, Sir! He's not—" I groaned in frustration as he walked away, completely ignoring me. I shot a death glare at the guy beside me.

"What the hell is your problem?" I hissed.

He smirked. "Aren't you going to thank me?"

I glanced over at the sleazy guy from earlier—the one who was harassing me. The moment he caught my gaze, he quickly looked away. Tch. Acting tough but folds like a piece of paper.

Rolling my eyes, I sighed and led my "boyfriend" to a seat.

An Hour Later…

When Sir Andrew finally returned, I immediately stood up.

"Where are you going, Trina?" he asked.

"Back to work, Sir."

"No need. Sit down. You should spend more time with your boyfriend. Don't worry, I won't deduct your salary."

I clenched my jaw. He's NOT my boyfriend!

But what choice did I have? With a deep sigh, I sat beside Zephyr. Yeah, that's his name. Zephyr. Seriously, how unfair is it that he's good-looking and has a ridiculously cool name?

As they continued chatting, I found myself zoning out. I just sat there like an extra, completely ignored.

So much for not wanting to be "tabled" like some girl at a club.

Bored out of my mind, I grabbed the drink in front of me and took a sip. Then another. And another. Before I knew it, an hour had passed, and I was starting to feel dizzy.

"Baby, you've had too much to drink."

I shot Zephyr a glare. "Mind your own business."

He chuckled and casually draped an arm over my shoulders. I wanted to push him away, but my body felt heavy.

I was so, so sleepy…

The Next Morning

A blinding light hit my face, pulling me out of my slumber. I groaned, keeping my eyes shut. What time is it?

Reaching out for my phone, I fumbled around the bed, but I couldn't find it.

Wait.

Why does this bed feel… different?

My eyes snapped open, and I bolted upright. My breath hitched as realization hit me like a truck.

This… is NOT my room.

A low groan made my skin crawl. Then, before I could react, an arm snaked around my waist, pulling me back.

Panic surged through me. Slowly—very, very slowly—I turned my head.

And there he was.

Lying beside me.

Naked.

"AHHHHHH!" I screamed, shooting up from the bed.

Zephyr groggily opened his eyes and frowned. "What the hell? Why are you screaming?"

"You bastard! What did you do to me?! Pervert! Rapist!"

My heart pounded as I glanced down at myself—only to realize I was wearing nothing but my bra and panties.

I screamed again.

"You jerk! What did you do to me?!" I shrieked, grabbing a pillow and hurling it at him.

He dodged, laughing. "Relax. Nothing happened."

"Liar!" I grabbed another pillow. "I'm calling the police! You freaking raped me!"

Zephyr sighed and sat up, running a hand through his messy hair. "I didn't. You're the one who stripped in front of me. Don't you remember?"

I clutched my head as a sharp pain shot through my skull. Flashes of last night played in my mind.

—Last Night—

"Do you like me, baby?" she slurred, trailing her fingers down Zephyr's chest.

His eyes widened. "Trina, you're drunk—"

"I don't like you. I love you," he teased, smirking.

she giggled and bit her own lip.

Zephyr sighed and carried her out of the bar, bringing her to a nearby hotel. He couldn't take her home—her mom would kill him if she saw her like this.

They ended up on the bed, her legs draped over his lap. She kept shifting, unknowingly brushing against his… well.

"Then kiss me."

Zephyr swallowed hard. His conscience screamed at him. She's drunk. This isn't right.

"But—"

Trina pressed a finger against his lips, silencing him.

"Kiss me, baby."

He stiffened. Shit.

Trina was undeniably gorgeous. Any guy in his position would've given in already.

Then—just as he was about to resist—She straddled him, grinding against his growing arousal.

Zephyr groaned.

His self-control was slipping.

Then, to his horror, She started stripping.

She locked eyes with him, her expression sultry.

"C'mon. Eat me, baby, please."

Zephyr gulped. God, help me.

But just as he was about to lose it—

SLAP!

Trina smacked him across the face.

"You said you were my boyfriend! Now I'm acting like a girlfriend, and you don't want me?!" She huffed, rolling off him.

"Baby, I'm sorry, but you're drunk—"

"Don't touch me!" She snapped.

Zephyr groaned, lying back. This girl is insane.

After a long silence, She suddenly murmured, "Fine. Let's have sex then."

Zephyr turned, his lips parting in shock.

I smirked. Then leaned in, running my fingers down his chest.

"You wish!"

And with that, she turned away and fell asleep.

—Present Time—

I stared at Zephyr, my face burning.

He smirked. "So? Still want to report me?"

I grabbed my clothes and bolted.

This guy is freaking dangerous.