Chapter 2 - Drunk Kiss

3 years Later…

On a cold night filled with the sound of the howling winds and the night owls, Silvester was walking around the city as he tried to find the culprit who killed his wife. Three years after her death, she was still not given justice. The case was dropped suddenly and he couldn't do anything to give his wife the justice she deserves. 

Despite being a lawyer, he is now carrying a gun behind his pocket as he silently scans people around. An anonymous man gave him the location of the culprit. Despite doubting the caller, he still agreed to go. This might be the only chance he can find the person behind the assassination. 

Wearing black genes and a dark blue hoodie, he followed behind people to see who looked suspicious enough that he would find them highly skeptical. If the culprit sees him, they'll surely tremble from guilt.

He accidentally bumps into someone while walking. He stumbled back before apologizing and noticed the woman fell down. "Shit," he whispered as he bent down and offered help. He might have turned cold but that doesn't mean that all emotions from him disappeared. 

"L-leave me… be!" she shouted as she pushed his hand away. The woman almost vomited and he can sense the lingering smell of alcohol on her. She stood up from the ground before fixing her hair while holding a bottle of tequila. 

"Ma'am, are you okay-" The woman turned around as her long hair slapped him in the face before she faced him. "What the fuck." His gentleman-like actions vanished. He held his face before looking at her and his lips parted as his heart started beating fast. 

She covered her mouth to stop herself from vomiting as her eyes looked like it's about to give up. She fixed her hair before trying to open it to look at Silvester. "D-Dianne?" He tried reaching her shoulder but she pushed his chest. The longing he felt before suddenly came back.

"Don't touch me, you freak!" she shouted before turning around and walking away. He held his chest as he stared at her, astonished. She didn't seem to notice his face.

In a blink of an eye, men surrounded her as she was walking away. He stopped for a second, still in shock to see her once more. "Get off me!" she screamed before pushing one of the men away but he kept persisting. 

Silvester clenched my jaw before walking toward them. He tightened his fist as he was getting ready to strike. We might have ended it on bad terms but I can't let her be harmed… he thought to himself. 

He was about to blow a punch but she was able to surprise him. Dianne stepped back and opened her eyes slightly before striking a punch, straight to the man's face. The man screamed in agony as the other ones tried to pin her but to no avail. One was able to grab her from the back but Silvester quickly tripped the man and pushed him to the ground. 

"Perverts!" she shouted in her drunken state before turning around and striking a punch at Silvester's face. Fuck! he thought as the pain spread across his face. 

He held his cheeks as she watched him with a piercing stare. "Don't fucking… touch me!" she shouted and stepped forward. Everyone escaped and left Silvester to deal with her. "Freak!" one of the men shouted as they were running away. 

"Dianne…" he whispered as he backed away, still in shock to see his old lover. She didn't seem to recognize him though. "Are y-you another stalker? I'm going to k-kill you!" She seemed terrifying yet he was not afraid. 

"It's me…" All he can whisper. 

"Silvester," he uttered slowly and she opened her eyes slightly to look at him. "Who dares to speak the name unspoken of for years?" She glared at him and he clenched his jaw. She intensely looked at the man before the gears started to turn. 

Her jaw dropped and her eyes widened. "No…" She stepped back, still holding onto her bottle of tequila. He tried reaching out and holding her face but she pushed his hand away. He looked at her with concern. 

"This can't be real," she tried convincing herself and tried running away but to be cornered by another man. "Dianne!" A man almost as tall as Silvester, almost half-naked, stood. 

"I can explain–" Dianne backed away and stood next to Silvester and his eyebrows furrowed. He examined the man who seemed to have had a night with another woman, based on the hickeys and lipstick stains on his body. 

"You cheater…" she murmured as she extended her hand to point at him with her bottle of alcohol. Silvester's eyes widened as the other man's eyes were filled with horror. "No one treated me right! I thought you would… I really d-did. But you screwed me over!" Silvester stood there like ice as the couple stared at each other. 

"Please, baby," he stepped forward and grabbed her and she groaned. She lifted her hand and with no hesitation smashed it against her cheating boyfriend's head. "Fuck you, Rae!" Anger consumed her as he fell to the ground. 

He groaned in pain as he held his head but forced himself up. He was about to take another step toward her but Silvester blocked his way as he was looking at the broken pieces of glass on the ground. He looked up with a devilish glare at Rae as the man looked back with confusion. 

"Leave." One word says a lot. Silvester is not messing around but Rae seemed to ignore him as Dianne tried not to vomit. 

"Who is this?" Rae asked as he pointed at Silvester who Dianne was behind. 

She pulled Silvester's arm from blocking her view of her cheating boyfriend before composing herself. She clenched her jaw as she stood like a leader in front of her soldier. "If you're easy to find another woman, it's easier for me to find another man," she stated with confidence. 

"His name is Silvester, a man from the past that resurfaced. He's my new boyfriend." A smirk grew on her drunk face and the two men were beyond shocked. 

"What?" the two said in unison. 

Before they knew it, she wrapped her arm around Silvester's neck as she seductively looked at him. She grinned before pressing her warm body against his as he felt himself heat up. He gulped as he looked at her pretty face. "Welcome back, sweetheart," she whispered before pulling his face closer and kissing him on the lips. 

Silvester's instincts took over as he wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her closer, and continuing their kiss that caught her off guard. The two continued deep-kissing one another as if her ex-boyfriend is not watching. 

After the steamy kiss, she pulled away but still continued hugging Silvester. She didn't bother turning around to face her ex but simply uttered, "We're over, Rae." 

"This is unbelievable," the man said before storming off, leaving the two alone. 

Silvester processed what happened and he couldn't believe what he had done. He gave in to Dianne, someone he thought he had already gotten over with, but his body language says otherwise. Is he longing for her for all these years? 

Dianne suddenly vomited all over him, and he pushed her lightly. "The fu–" He looked at his disgusting ruined hoodie with vomit. 

"Sorry…" she cutely apologized with a soft tone. How can I not forgive her?

"I'll drive you to your house, follow me," he said, trying to ignore the kiss and wiping the vomit off of his hoodie. She followed behind him with a pouty face before grabbing his arm. 

"I-I don't…" He stopped to look at her. "I don't have a place to stay…" she shyly murmured. 

He decided to bring her to his house for the time being and she already passed out on the way there. "Dianne-" He turned to the shotgun seat and saw her sleeping. He sighed before leaving the car and going to her side. Before he opened his car, he took off his hoodie and threw it to the ground to avoid getting her dirty. 

He carried her inside and the warm body heat comforted her. She still looks pretty since the last time I saw her… he thought to himself before smiling sadly, and she slowly opened her eyes. 

"Where am I?" she uttered slowly as her surroundings were spinning. He placed her on his sofa before kneeling in front of her. "You're inside my house, you're drunk, and you can only stay for tonight, understood?" She looked around confusedly before rubbing her eyes and staring at the man in front of her. 

His face changed drastically, he looked more mature and handsome, like a hanky daddy. His sharp jawline is more defined, his nose is perfect for his face shape. While his eyes can capture your heart and see your soul. And those lips… cherry blossom color that is perfect for kissing. 

Looking down on his bare torso, tattoos are on his biceps and arms on both sides of his body. Damn, she didn't know tattoos can look that sexy. But how can it not be? It's a tattoo on a man with six-packs and strong biceps. 

"Silvester…" she whispered before leaning forward and hugging him. "I missed you so much," she said with tears in her eyes and he froze. 

"I missed you," she repeated and hugged him tighter. "I'm sorry," she whispered before letting go of him and grabbing his face softly. 

"I just… I was… I'm- I-" She was unable to create a sentence. He hushed her and hugged her to reassure her. Out of instinct, he kissed her forehead which made her cry harder but he was unsure why she was crying. 

He stared at her as she looked at him with tears flowing down. She's still drunk, she may be filled with guilt, but she also feels longing. She grabbed the side of his cheek and caressed the bruise she left from her punch before leaning forward and meeting each other's lips. The softness of her lips makes it addicting or Silvester to resist.