CHAPTER 7 No feelings attached

　　Everleigh's POV

　　The loud scream of joy of people synchronized with my banging heartache. This perfect hidden club was for people who want to escape reality.

　　I shouted as I walk to the stage holding a bottle of alcoholic drink. This is my third bottle. I can't contain my laugh seeing how the world spins.

　　"This is perfect!"

　　I dance together with wild people. I saw some making out in public, some are just talking, and others were going to the vip rooms.

　　"Hi," A one hot guy approached me. He is wearing a black suit, he looks familiar but I don't remember.

　　"Hi there!" I smiled at him. Damn, his lips, I want to kiss him. "You alone?"

　　"Nope, I'm with someone. And she's too drunk."

　　"Oh! Really, where is she?"

　　"In front of me."

　　My brows furrowed. "What? I don't get you Mister...?"

　　"I'm Raven,"

　　"You look so hot, Raven! Why do you even wear a suit? This is a club, mind if I remove those off?" I bit my lip before drinking on my bottle again. But I was disappointed when it was already empty. "Hmm? Already?"

　　"Ms. Scott, let me take you home."

　　"Wait, Mister! I'm going to get another drink, stay here."

　　I walk towards my table. I was about to grab a bottle when suddenly the hot guy grab my arm. My head spins as I turn around, making me bump into his hard chest. Oh, f*ck.

　　Because of the loud music, he leaned towards me. He put his one hand on the table. I looked like was locked between his arm and body. I feel a bit heated up.

　　"No, I'm going to take you home."

　　I laughed. I sit on the table, making me level up to his face. "I can't go home, I don't have a home," I lean forward, inching our lips' gap. "Can you be my home?"

　　"You have a home, Ms. Scott."

　　That hit me.

　　Even though with the loud music, I felt my world silent. My eyes started to blur as I looked into his eyes.

　　"Isn't home is supposed to be a place where you can rest, be yourself...and all the things where you can feel nothing but safe despite of dangers upon?"

　　He didn't answer. He just stared at me with those expressive eyes; seems like shouting for me to trust him.

　　He sighed before caressing his temple. His mouth opened up was about to speak when suddenly someone accidentally bump on his back. The guy who bumps didn't notice us at all.

　　But to what more surprising is this hot guy’s lip touching mine!

　　Both our eyes grew big.

　　His lips...

　　I felt something burning up inside me. Being drunk really drives me crazy.

　　He immediately detached out lips, but I grab his neck and kissed him. I encircled my arms around his neck and deepen his lips to mine. He put his hands to my shoulders and tried to push me away; he succeeded.

　　"Ms. Scott!"

　　I crossed my arms. "Hey, hot guy. Why do you look so familiar?"

　　He frowns before carrying me like a bride.

　　"Hey, where are you taking ne? Are you kidnapping me? That's great then, I wanted to see that person so much," I said while cling my delicate arms on his neck.

　　He's so handsome. My heart skips a beat.

　　I was enjoying myself staring at his face until he opened a door and put me on seat. Oh, I was on the car.

　　After he closed the door, I lean my head on the open window, making my head dangles outside.

　　"Ms. Scott!"

　　I felt an arm pulling my head inward. I hardly opened my eyes when he faced me. He was now inside the car sitting on the driver seat.

　　"What are you doing?!" he closed the window before leaning my head against it.

　　Who is this guy? Argh, I'm so dizzy!

　　He put my seatbelt on. I cupped his face. "Hey, could you kiss me?"

　　"Ms. Scott, feel free to lean your head on backward," he leaned my head, "and sleep. I'm going to buy something for you to sober up."

　　"Ahhh, no! No! I want kiss!"

　　"Ms. Scott, you need to rest—"

　　"I will not!" I shook my head. "Nah!"

　　"Ms. Scott, stop screaming—"

　　I put my hands on my ears. "Blah, blah, blah!"

　　"Ms. Scott, stop being stubborn—"

　　"Everybody leaves me! I'm fine! I'm not enough!" I spread my hands making him move backward to avoid being hit.

　　He grab my hands and pinned it beside me. "Ms. Scott, please stop."

　　"Kiss me and I will," I smirked.

　　I can reflect in his eyes how he is too tired of me being stubborn. I don't care!

　　"You will?"

　　"I will! HAHA!"

　　I saw him gulped. Is he nervous? Is this his first time?

　　I was about to speak when he leaned his towards me and put his gentle lips on mine. He didn't move his lips and only pressing it. Come on!

　　I bit his lower lip and suck it; he moaned and that turned me on.

　　"F*ck..." he cursed.

　　My stomach felt butterflies when he put his hand on my neck to deepen his kiss.

　　Did I trigger him?

　　He moved his lips aggressively like he was waiting for it so long. His tongue roamed inside my mouth like he was searching for more.

　　"Hmm..." I can't help but to moan.

　　His other hand started to roam, until it landed on the hem of my shirt.

　　"Ughh..." A tingling sensation builds up down on my core when I felt his fingertips slowly caressing my skin.

　　But suddenly he stopped. He moved inched away.

　　I saw how his eyes full with lust and an emotion I can't decipher. His breathing is heavy. His messy hair, red shining lips, and bits of sweat formed on his forehead made him look incredibly a man of my desire.

　　No, Everleigh, this is your full desire; no feelings attached.