Sebastian's POV.
I intend to live my best life, even if it means renting out all five hundred and seventy three rooms in a hotel for a weekend getaway.
It's a free world.
Besides, we only live once.
It's fair to say that I know everyone in this city, because why else is the entire hotel full already. The pool, the lobby, there's people everywhere. And I love it. I love people. Sometimes.
This party was no different than any others I've hosted during the weekends. Same people, same vibe, nothing different. I'm twenty years old, I have to enjoy it. I believe in living like it's your last day on earth. Because it might be.
I used to be scared of what would happen the next day. Like, what if I sleep and I don't wake up the next morning? I saw it happen to my dad four years ago, and ever since then, I've been genuinely scared of the next day. But then I went to college, and I learned to just live in the moment. Which is what I'm doing now.
I'm walking through a tight crowd with a lot of women, and when there's women, there's ass. And when there's ass, there's me. My relationship life is genuinely questionable. Twenty years on this earth and I've never had a girlfriend.
It's not that women don't throw themselves at me, in fact it's the opposite. I've never had to chase a lady before in my life. But at the same time, commitment is a restriction of freedom. Having a girlfriend means I would be getting her some tampons and snacks for her period or explaining why Veronica texted me on snapchat. But I would rather buy an airline, fly to another continent and fuck seven different bitches or host an orgy. Freedom. Nothing tastes better than freedom.
Plus, sex is best when you don't have to see the person again. Fuck like it's the last day you'll see me. Because it is.
"Yo, Seb!" I heard someone call for me from above.
I looked up to see Derin, my best mate. Of course he's on the rooftop. None of my parties are complete if Derin doesn't jump from the roof into the pool.
"What's good?" I shouted.
"Get the fuck out my way, bro!"
I immediately moved away from the poolside to avoid any accident.
I and Derin's relationship is so complicated that I don't understand what's going on. Obviously we've been the closest since high school, went to college and we were roommates.
Then, this special evening, we were both drunk and high as fuck. And well, long story short, we fucked. And surprisingly, it was good. I never thought that I would ever arch my back for a man, but I did. And that was the first and only time that ever happened.
And our friendship didn't make a difference. After that night, I just embraced the other side of me that is attracted to men. Ever since then, I haven't had sex with any man before. Not because I didn't want to, but I haven't found any guy attractive enough that I would love to get in bed with.
It's only been Derin, and maybe sometimes I do find myself staring lustfully at him. But, regardless, I love women more.
I walk over to the bar at the poolside to refill the empty red cup in my hand.
"Hey, bro," I say, pushing my cup forward.
The bartender glances up. "What's it gonna be?"
"A Ritz sidecar," I reply with a grin.
"You got it."
While he sets to work, I lean against the counter, scanning everyone around me.
Then I smelt something unfamiliar. It wasn't the alcohol and it definitely wasn't from the crowd of sweaty youths.
It was sweet, edible and almost addictive. I turned around to see if anyone passed by me.
And then I see her.
A figure just walking away, heading toward the other side of the pool. Black halter top, black jorts, beautiful legs, dark long hair pulled into a ponytail. She's small, five foot three, maybe.
I step away from the bar, weaving through the crowd until I'm close enough.
"Hey," I called out.
She stops and turns towards me. And that's when I catch them, icy blue eyes. When she looked at me, it was as if she could see through my soul.
I take a step forward, trying to close the distance between us.
Then a very irritating and annoying individual decides to call for me.
"Seb!"
Derin's voice snaps from behind me. I glance back, irritated.
When I turn again, she's gone.
Like she was never there.
I spin on my heel, storming towards Derin.
"What the fuck do you want?" I snap.
Derin's laughing before I even reach him, his grin wide and careless. "Nothing, man. I just wanted to call your name."
Fucking hell!
He's laughing like it's the funniest thing in the world. Like he didn't just ruin the only opportunity I had to even talk to the mystery girl. What the fuck is actually wrong with him
My anger boils over. I shove him hard in the chest, sending him stumbling back a step. "You think that's funny?!"
"Relax, bro. It's not that deep." Derin replies, dusting his clothes.
The music is still pounding, people still splashing in the pool, laughing, drinking, dancing, unaware that my patience has reached its limit.
I stride to the DJ booth, rip the microphone from its stand, and my voice thunders over the speakers, louder than the bass.
"Everyone, get the fuck out!"
The crowd stutters into silence, heads turning, whispers breaking out. I don't care. My chest heaves with frustration, the taste of her perfume still clinging to the back of my throat, and now she's gone. And all I have is a memory of her.
At first, no one moves. A couple of drunk idiots near the pool even laugh, thinking I'm joking.
"I said get the fuck out!" I roar again, slamming the microphone against the floor so it screeches through the speakers.
That does it. People start shuffling, muttering under their breaths. Some grab their drinks, others grab their shoes, a few just stumble toward the exit in confusion.
Derin is still standing there, smirking like a clown. "Bro, it wasn't–"
I'm in his face before he finishes, chest to chest, my voice low and venomous. "Say another word and I'll end. Right here. Right now."
His smirk falters. Good.
And just like that, the massive, vibrant party I rented five hundred and seventy-three rooms for is gone. Dead quiet.
Nobody would ever want to attend any of my parties again after tonight's outburst. But I couldn't care less. The only thing on my mind is her and I couldn't even say hi.
Oh my fucking days, Derin will pay.