Tyler
It's no accident when he touches my knees. His gaze is intentional. Calculated.
I was starting to feel uncomfortable by the way he was getting comfortable with me, like he was confident in his skin. His hands slowly moved up to my thigh like he was trying to make a move on me.
My eyes narrowed, and I grabbed his hands. "Sorry, I'm not into guys."
The man curled his lips into a smirk. "You never know; you might enjoy it."
His eyes bore into mine, intent and determined.
He pulled his hands away when I stayed determined in my refusal. A relief came through my chest.
I wasn't sure what that was, but I wasn't ready for that. I turned and watched the dance floor until Angel spoke again. "Did you come with your friend?"
I nodded. "Yeah, he and I came here. We came here to let loose for a bit."
I turned to him. "What about you?"
He raised his brow in question, "Hmm?"
I grinned. "Why are you here? Who are you with?"
He shrugged his shoulders. "I'm by myself. I wanted to get away from home, so I came here hoping to have some fun, and I ended up meeting you here."
I nodded and realized I needed to go to the bathroom. I turned to Angel and told him, "I'll be back."
He nods and takes a sip from his glass. He asks, "I'll be here. Don't take too long, or I'll be bored."
I smiled and nodded. I got up and walked past the people. I had to stop a waitress and ask for directions to the bathroom since this is my first time here.
The waitress was polite, so she showed me the directions, and I had to be careful not to bump into people on the dance floor, although I had to use my rough demeanor to get people to leave me alone.
The bodies around me were suffocating and oppressive, so I was able to reach the bathroom. I quickly urinated and washed my hands before going to my table.
But halfway, someone grabbed my shoulders from behind me. I thought it was someone who wanted to dance with me, so I turned around to tell them I wasn't in the mood.
It was the bartender. The guy who served me before.
I raised my brow in confusion. "What is it?"
The bartender opened his mouth to say something, but the words couldn't be heard due to the loud music beating throughout the room.
He looked ruffled for some reason, and then he pointed to the side like he was asking me to follow him. His face looked apprehensive, like he needed to tell me something.
I nodded and followed him to the side, avoiding bumping into some dancing people.
Some of them gave me a coy look and then showed disappointment when I wasn't interested.
The bartenders got close to my side and whispered loudly, "That guy you were sitting next to. Be careful of him."
I looked at the man and knew he was serious by the look on his face. I asked him, "Why?"
The man furrowed his brow and explained, "When you were gone, he put something in your drink. I'm not sure what it was, but I had to warn you before you come back."
I was surprised when I heard that. I knew some people could get drugged at bars and nightclubs, but I never had that happen to me. It made me feel speechless.
It made me shudder thinking about it. Usually, people who get drugged would get raped or kidnapped in these cases.
But that guy doesn't look like one of them.
I turned to the bartender with gratitude in my voice, "Thanks for telling me. I owe you big time."
The bartender looked at me with a faint smile before he walked away into the crowded bar.
I looked around for my friend and saw him dancing with that same girl who was in his arms, and I felt lonely for a bit. They looked like a couple. Happy. The girl had her eyes closed and her head leaning on his shoulders while he was leaning on her head.
They were swaying back and forth along with the music like they were in their own world.
I walked back to the bar and saw Angel sitting at the table, drinking from his glass.
I took a seat and looked at my glass, which was drugged.
Just thinking about it made me angry. I don't like the fact that I was played with. I flash a smile at Angel--like he's an old friend. Like I'm not planning revenge. "Hey, want to play a game since we both came here for fun?"
Angel looked at me with faint curiosity in his eyes. "What?"
I grinned. "I'll take that offer you mentioned."
I slowly moved forward to him, like how I treat girls, how I make them special.
To give him a taste, I start by touching his elbows like a secret peek at hidden desire.
Angel narrowed his green eyes toward mine, his pale green eyes turning darker like leaves off fallen trees.
Angel turned his chair toward mine, his chest rising slowly.
I moved my hand from his elbow to his sides to his thighs and asked in a slow, seductive whisper, "Want to get out of here?"
Angel nodded, and he tilted his head. "You're not going to drink first?"
When he asked that, I continued smiling on my face, but the hidden rage grew stronger. I kept my mask on, and I said. "I'm not that thirsty."
Angel frowned like a worried friend and said in a lecturing tone, "You shouldn't waste your money."
I sighed, "You're right. I shouldn't waste my money like this."
I turned to the glass and narrowed my gaze. I took a large sip of the liquid in my mouth, but didn't swallow it down.
I turned to Angel and grabbed him by the back of his neck and pulled him closer to me.
Then I pressed my lips to his; Angel widened his eyes.
I grinned and pressed my lips to his, forcing him to open his mouth.
He stiffens.
I pushed the bitter liquid into his throat, forcing him to swallow until Angel coughed.
Some of the liquid dribbled down through our lips, but I didn't care about that. As long as I completed my purpose.
I pulled away, and Angel covered his mouth as he coughed. He wiped his mouth once he stopped coughing, and he turned to glare at me.
"You bastard."
I grinned. "Ouch, you broke my heart. I thought since you put something in my drink, I would share it with you."
I tilted my head. "After all, sharing is caring. Isn't that right?"
Angel shook in his seat, but that made me feel relieved. That should teach him a lesson about drugging people or tricking people when people aren't paying attention.
Angel pushed his chair back, causing it to make a high screeching noise. Angel gave me a fierce look, so venomous.
Angel walked toward me and nearly growled through his clenched teeth, "You asshole, you'll pay for this."
Angel clenched his hands tightly like he was trying to hold on to his temper.
I grinned, "Ooh, I'm trembling in my boots. I can't wait to see how you'll do that."
Angel sneered at me and turned away, and when someone came walking past him, Angel just shoved him with his shoulder, startling the other person.
The other person looked like a bigger person than Angel. He had short brown hair. And a rough face, someone who shouldn't be provoked.
The man with the brown hair turned to Angel and was infuriated by Angel's attitude. "Hey, fucker. Don't just push me; come back and apologize."
Angel was already riled up. He showed no fear in his eyes, and he sneered, "Sorry, ugly bastard."
I raised my brow in surprise.
The man with the brown hair raised his brow in angry lines, and he said in a low, deadly voice, "What did you say to me?"
Angel tilted his head. "What? Don't tell me you're deaf and dumb."
The man could barely hold back his anger, the lines on his forehead becoming noticeable. He raised his hand, turning it into a fist.
I pushed my chair back and strode to the man's side and grabbed him by the shoulder. "Hey, don't let this asshole get to you."
The man turned to him with his enraged eyes. "What? He called me an ugly ass. Who does he think he is?"
I released his shoulders because it's rude to grab strangers like that, and I went to Angel's side and grabbed him by the arm like he's a troublemaker.
I said in a calm tone, even though anyone could hear it was forced, "This asshole here is my little brother. I'm sorry for what he said to you."
The man looked at me and him over, then he replied in a forced, calm voice, "Tell him to watch his attitude next time. Otherwise, his pretty face will get beaten up."
The man walked away.
I turned to Angel, who was still fuming, but he pulled his arm out of my hold.
Angel storms off.
I know this isn't over.
Not with him.