Angel
A thrill and curiosity ran through my veins as I wondered where he was going with this.
"What?"
I asked.
He smiled at me with his charming smile, "I'll take that offer you mentioned."
He moved closer to my thighs inch by inch. He moved closer, brushing my elbow like a finger on guitar strings.
I smile, genuinely intrigued. But something feels in me tightens--this feels like a trap.
I looked at him closely. His face was focused on mine like he couldn't stop looking at me. Like I was fascinated to look at.
What made him change his mind? A minute ago, he was determined not to touch me, saying I wasn't his type. Now he was saying exactly what? I was his type. He's playing games. Or maybe I am. Either way, he needs to make up his mind.
But I still can't help that unease radiating through me like the hair on my skin keeps rising. I looked at him closely and suggested carefully that I wasn't trying to plot against him. "Hey, you're not going to drink first?"
A flash of anger in his eyes startles me, which only makes me paranoid. Don't tell me he knows what's in that cup?
"I'm not that thirsty."
I clench my hand. How did he find out? I made sure to drop the pill in when he was going to the bathroom, so he shouldn't have seen it happen. I watched him when he left. Then someone must have warned him. Since I did it in front of everyone. But who would have the balls to tell him?
I pushed my running, rampant thoughts away and focused on the matter. I'll figure out who that snitch is later, but I need to keep up with my act. I turned to Tyler and said as if I was a worried friend, although both of us knew that was full bullshit.
"You shouldn't waste money like that."
I was looking for an opportunity to get out of here. The awkwardness of being exposed isn't pleasant, and I was planning to say I need to go home and check on my father. But Tyler used this opportunity to speak up, and a glint in his gaze made me more aware.
He turned to the glass and swallowed it like a prop, but then he turned to me with his cheeks slightly bulging out. He pulled closer to me and pulled the back of my neck, and pressed his cold lips against mine.
It wasn't exactly as I thought. The texture of the lips was soft, but the action was rough, like he was trying to teach me a lesson. I could tell he was angry with me.
He thrust his hot, wet tongue into my mouth, catching me off guard. I wanted to push him away, but it was like my hands became useless, like a wet sponge.
I breathe heavily when his hot tongue intertwines with me, pushing and giving me no space to breathe.
I felt the liquid spill into my throat, so I choked down on my throat, and I squeezed his legs; the riding material became a grasp in my hands.
When my mouth became useless and breathless, Tyler pulled away, taking away my breath. And my thoughts and clarity came back to me. I realized why he did it, and that realization made me angry, so I wanted to slam the walls. Literally.
No, not the walls. I wanted to punch this asshole. How dare he?!
I glared at him with raw anger flashing on my face. "You bastard."
He smiled at me like a cocky bastard. "Ouch, you broke my heart. I thought since you put something in my drink, I would share it with you."
"After all, sharing is caring. Isn't that right?"
I started to shake from rage. Before I knew it, the seat I was sitting on made a loud screeching noise as I stood up. All sorts of mad ideas ran through my mind.
I wanted to teach this bastard a lesson. No one gets away with playing with me. Not one single person.
I stalked toward him like a raging lion. "You asshole, you'll pay for this."
All I could think about was wrapping my fingers around his throat--watching the color drain, watching him gasp. It would make a pretty sight of him.
Tyler grinned maliciously. "Ooh, I'm trembling in my boots. I can't wait to see how you'll do that."
Don't worry, dear brother of mine. You'll pay.
I vowed. I stared at him so I could remember every look of his, and when I couldn't stop looking at him, I gave him the last sneer and turned away before I couldn't control my urges.
Then a guy out of nowhere popped up and started to walk past me, but he didn't even move aside while walking beside me. Then I shoved the insolent fool, who got furious. This is a guy who doesn't like taking verbal ass-whooping by a smaller, handsome guy by someone like me.
The ugly-looking bastard raised his large hands, ready to throw a punch at me, but I wasn't afraid. I was ready, and I was itching for a fight. This guy was asking for it, then Tyler appeared and threw his hand on the ugly ass's shoulder like a hero protecting his little brother.
Yeah, that's sarcasm if you haven't noticed.
Tyler came to my side and placed his hands on my shoulder like a good big brother does, and I nearly had an urge to twist his hand off. But I resisted since I'm in public and I don't want to deal with all that hassle.
When Tyler was able to deal with the mess, the ugly-ass looking guy left with an evil glare in my way, but I gave him a secret grin.
I pulled my arm away from Tyler since his touch kept sending sparks of heat through me. It was that stuff I added to the drink.
I needed to get out of here.
Fast.
I walk out of the club, fists clenched, mind racing.
Tyler thinks he won.
But he has no idea what I'm about to do next.