After This Night

"Are you sure about this, girl? Your dad might freak out. I don't know how your family does it, but they have ways of finding out some things. Especially about you." Aurora said as we marched towards the VIP section.

Fuck rules and regulations. This is just a one-night of celebration of my failure. Who cares? They wouldn't know anyway. Unless someone might see me here and tell Dad.

"What happened exactly? Why didn't Mr. Lim accept your proposal?" Kim asked as we settled in the VIP room we rented at that bar.

I shrugged. "He wanted something else from me."

"What do you mean by 'something else'? Maybe he wants you to propose something different to him. You know how he is, that old pervert," Aurora muttered some curses.

"That's exactly the problem. He wanted me to have a private meeting with him, just the two of us. When I refused, he backed out. He said he would personally inform Dad," I said, pouring myself a drink.

I could hear the two of them cursing under their breath.

The weight of disappointment from losing a significant investor, one of my father had introduced to me, had pushed me to seek solace in the liberating embrace of the night.

I can't believe that old pervert! He didn't even give me a chance to present my entire proposal to him. When I refused his request, he immediately dismissed the meeting and left. How rude!

"Then tell your Dad what happened." Kim suggested.

I smiled sadly. The bitterness from the alcohol went straight to my heart. "He doesn't believe me anyway, especially when he's already influenced by bad news. The company has been courting Mr. Lim for a long time."

"Well, what are you going to do?" Aurora asked as she poured another drink into my glass.

I couldn't answer that. I didn't have the energy to discuss it anymore. I'm completely drained today. I haven't even been able to think about what I would tell Dad about it. I could tell him about that perverted old man's intentions, but I'm afraid he won't believe me and would just get even angrier with me.

As the alcohol coursed through my veins, I felt a newfound surge of courage. The music pulsed, its rhythm beckoning me to the dance floor. There are lots of people during those times. It seems like everyone has their own struggles tonight. I wonder what they are going through. I glanced at the two who were busy lecturing me.

"Do you want to dance?" I asked them. They immediately shook their heads.

"We'll dance later! We just arrived!" Aurora hissed.

I nodded and took a sip of my drink. I poured myself another one and looked around again.

From our position, I could see people playing beer pong. Some of them seemed lost in their own worlds. When my gaze shifted to the other side of the VIP section, towards the entrance, I noticed a woman and a man who appeared to be having an argument based on their expressions.

The woman looked furious, while the man seemed impatient about something. It seemed like he was about to explode in anger any minute now.

"What happened with your sister's presentation? Did she get accepted?" Kim asked.

That was another burden weighing on my heart.

"Yes. As usual. Everyone supports her," I replied.

"Damn it! It's like she's the legitimate daughter in that situation. If I were in your shoes, I would have left a family like that a long time ago," Aurora commented, scanning her eyes around me. I smiled bitterly at her.

"It's fine. As long as I can still handle my part well."

"If there's a martyr in a love life, you're a martyr to your family!" Kim exclaimed, raising her glass as if inviting a cheer.

I laughed and joined them in a toast. We all downed our drinks, momentarily forgetting about what happened.

The night is getting deeper. I can feel dizziness creeping in, and I'm sure I've had enough. Once again, my gaze landed on the dance floor.

Without hesitation, I joined the writhing sea of bodies, letting the music guide my movements. Each sway and spin unleashed a wildness I had never allowed myself to embrace before.

Amidst the pounding bass and throbbing energy, my attention was diverted by an escalating argument nearby. A man and a woman were locked in a heated dispute, their words dripping with frustration and distrust. They were the ones who were in a VIP section earlier.

My curiosity was piqued, and an audacious idea took hold of me.

"You're such a womanizer! A cheater! Who are you with here? Is it that woman again? I've caught you so many times! I thought I was the one you wanted?" The woman yelled at him.

"I didn't promise anything to you. Leave me the fuck alone. We're not in a fucking relationship!" The man shouted back, clearly filled with anger.

"Really, huh? You can't fool me anymore! I swear, I'm going to tell this to your Dad! I will not let this slide anymore!"

"Go fuck yourself! I don't care!"

Seizing the moment, I made my way toward them with an idea on my mind, my heart pounding with exhilaration and nerves. With calculated spontaneity, I planted myself between the arguing duo, my presence demanding attention.

Before I could second-guess myself, I turned my gaze to the man and, in a bold move, leaned in and pressed my lips against his.

I pity him. He's in a tight situation and looks like he needs my help to get away with this woman. Maybe I can help him.

"What the fuck! Who are you–hey! That's my boyfriend you're kissing, whore!" I heard the woman yell some curses, but my attention wasn't on hers but on this man.

The suddenness of my kiss startled the man, causing his eyes to widen with surprise. But instead of pulling away, he responded with an intensity that electrified me.

At that moment, I felt a connection, a shared understanding of the struggles we both faced.

"Oh, my God! This is fucking unbelievable!"

The woman caught off guard and stunned into silence, watched as the man's hands instinctively reached out to hold me. Sensing an opportunity, I took the man's hand and led him away from the chaos of the bar, the world outside disappearing into a blur of city lights.

As we found ourselves outside, away from prying eyes and judgment, my heartbeat echoed in my ears. I could hardly believe what I had just done, yet the rush of adrenaline coursing through my veins fueled my daring spirit.

"Who are you?" The man asked, his voice tinged with a mixture of curiosity and vulnerability. "What… What did you just do?"

"I'm…" I beamed and pulled him away from my kiss. "I… I'm just a bystander who wants to help you," I replied, my voice carrying newfound confidence.

"And tonight, I choose to be free from the expectations that have bound me. Just for tonight."

"What?"

The man studied me, his gaze filled with a mix of intrigue and gratitude. At that moment, we were two souls seeking solace and escape, bound together by the freedom found in a stolen kiss.

With an unspoken understanding, we leaned into each other, our lips meeting again, sealing our shared rebellion against the chains of our respective lives.

In that stolen moment, I felt a flicker of courage I had never known. I had broken the family rule, found an unexpected connection, and in the arms of a stranger, discovered the power of letting go.

The night held countless possibilities, and as our embrace deepened, I allowed myself to surrender to the thrill of the unknown, embracing the intoxicating liberation that awaited us both.

Until we found ourselves inside this man's condo unit. Both panting under each other's movements.

"It is what it is… Or so I thought."

My peaks hardened even more when I felt the heat of his stare roving against my exposed body.

"Are you sure of this? Doing this with me? A complete stranger?"

I nodded immediately as dizziness succumbs me.

"Damn, lady. You don't know what you're getting yourself into." His voice is hoarse and cold and tempting.

I arched my back when he hips down and takes one of my mounds into his mouth, his tongue sending me into the highest level of ecstasy. God…

"Oh, Gods…"

I tugged my head back into the pillow. I'm being driven off to the edge, and his hips are still thrusting into mine through the layers of clothing separating us, making me more impatient and irritated.

"I… can't take it anymore. Please… Off with it. Please. Now." I pleaded with my dizzy voice.

"Now you're being impatient, huh?"

The man chuckled and immediately took off his pants. I held my breath when his shaft springs free from his boxers and sees how much he wants me, too. My core clenches at the sight of him, all of him, now mine to own.

"No regrets? I'm asking because you might regret it the next day, baby."

Oh, this man. He's driving me crazy.

"No regrets."

I pulled a fistful of his hair and bit into his shoulder to muffle my moans when he put his two fingers in and stretched me wide. He's moving in an agonizing, tortuous slowness that I take another bite of his skin to force him to take up speed.

"You're being aggressive, baby…" He keeps on teasing me.

"And you're driving me crazy… Stop teasing me and get on with it, please."

"Why are you in such a rush? We have all night."

"If you want to play, just say so. I can play with you, too."

I tried to push him off me to flip over so I could go on top, but this man captured my wrists with his much bigger hand and locked them together.

"Damn you!" I exclaimed.

The man pinned my hands above my head, stopping my movement. "This is what you asked for."

"I didn't know you could be such a tease."

He smirked playfully. "Now you do."

He silenced me with his lips and quickened the movement of his fingers in and out of me. He slipped in another digit and my back arched as another moan tears out of my mouth.

Before I knew it, I was coming undone, and white-hot pleasures bolt through my entire body like electricity.

Yeah, right. He was right. We have all night.