CHAPTER 4

Lunette's Pov

The noise and people faded into the background. Millions of thoughts spiraled in my head. But one thing was clear. I want him.

Too bad, he looked away as if someone walked in and distracted him.

My forehead creased into a deep frown as I realized I was surrounded by men I didn't want.

I dropped the glass and the shattering sound mixed with the blaring music.

The men moved aside and I walked off. Going back to grab another drink.

"Another drink, Ian" I mumbled.

He looked at me, unsure as he poured the drink. Constantly, stealing glances at me.

I rolled my eyes and massaged my temple. I wasn't feeling well.

All men are the same. I don't want him for love. Since that gender loves playing with women's hearts. I should play too.

"Here," Ian said and I flashed him a tight smile. 

I grabbed the drink and headed upstairs. My eyes scanned the tags on the door as I walked through the hallway.

Good thing, I made a mental note of the room he might be in. I pushed out my chest, my chin held high as I twisted the doorknob.

My hold tightened around the glasses. My heart raced - I hesitated. But I didn't let it show.

My gaze was locked on Mr. Mysterious and his eyes were zeroed on me too. His jaw was clenched.

The corners of my lips tugged into a lopsided smile. "Care for a drink?" I asked and raised a glass.

Silence.

I sat beside him without. "I got you a drink," I added and stretched out the glass to him.

His eyes pierced mine, sending shivers down my spine. He remained calm, collected and indifferent.

Everything about him screamed danger. He wasn't the regular man you meet everyday.

I straightened my back. "I'm Kamari and it's bad manners to reject nice gestures," I retorted.

I chose to tell him my second name. There shouldn't and will not be any future entanglement.

Seconds went by, as I waited for him to tell me his name but he didn't and I didn't push it either. When he wouldn't take the drink, I placed it in front of him.

He grudgingly took the drink off the table. "It would be rude not to take it." He said in a deep domineering voice.

I watched him as he just stared at it without drinking. It was obvious, he had a high wall built around him.

He wasn't an easy man. I've picked someone that might ruin me. He wasn't in my age grade and he was much more than high standard.

I trailed my finger down his throat and leaned closer, so that my lips were close to his ear.

For a second I almost forgot how to get any man because of Dorian.

I closed my eyes and inhaled his masculine woody cologne. On closer observation, he was a sexy older man. 

"I want you," I declared but he wouldn't answer me, talk less of sparing me a glance.

The veins in my neck popped at how stoic he was. I steadied my breath softly.

Maybe he was a married man, even though I don't see any ring. I'm sure it's all a facade. How many men are still loyal to their partners?

"You remain cold like I irritate you but what I haven't heard is that you want me to go," I smirked.

My vision remained blurry. I shook my head slightly. Gosh, why did I drink so much?

My fingers traced the inked drawings on his neck and disappeared into the confines of his black shirt.

Suddenly, he moved away. The sick feeling of rejection clawed on my chest.

He doesn't want me.

I couldn't figure it out but there was something about him that drew me to him. Like an invisible force.

I stood up to leave but he was quick to pull me back and I landed on his thighs.

My throat bobbled as I swallowed. I hid how affected I was. Maybe this was a bad idea.

Suddenly, he flipped us over, so I was beneath him.

"Can you handle the consequences of what you're asking?" He groaned. His voice was deep and low. Sending shivers down my spine.

I may be drunk but I don't plan on letting my resolve break easily.

"Why? Does it affect you?" I smirked and his grip tightened.

Against his will, his eyes darkened and shifted to my lips. On cue, I parted them a bit and breathed softly. I started leaning forward.

"Don't..." He gritted but before he could complete the threat, I flipped us and I was now on top of him.

His jaw dropped a bit. Shock flashed through his eyes but it was soon gone like it was never there.

"I don't handle threats very well," I whispered in his ear.

He parted his lips ready to spew more words but I didn't want to hear it.

My eyes blinked lazily. My heartbeat echoed in my ears. 

Do I have to do this? But I really wanted to forget everything, even though it was just for tonight.

Shaking off my fears, I slammed my lips on his. His whole body froze. He didn't push me away, nor did he reciprocate.

I dug my fingers into his hair and massaged his scalp. He let out a low groan. He tasted like coffee and chocolate.

I pulled back and licked my lips. I thought satisfying my desire would reduce the craving but I was wrong.

I leaned closer and looked directly into his eyes.

He was drunk too. The only difference was that he was better at controlling himself.

He tried so hard to hide the hunger in his eyes but I saw through the facade.

I said. "I want you. After that, we owe each other." In case he was scared of me being a burden.

Without another word, he stood up and threw me over his shoulder. A loud gasp escaped my lips and my heart picked up the pace.

I don't know where he was taking me and I didn't bother to ask him. This was what I wanted.

Normally I should be scared but I guess alcohol gave me more confidence.

A tone of tears rolled down my face. This was what I wanted.

Hopefully, this helps me forget everything!