Thirteen: The Dare

Travis' POV

My eyes widened at him while my mouth part open slightly.

I gripped the glass of liquor tight, my mind asking the question, 'what is he doing here?'

I don't know why I get a hunch anytime see him. Like a bad feeling.

I was unsettled when he got into the room in the office and now in this bar.

"Carlos' new boyfriend right?" He asked, taking a seat beside me.

"I'll take the mix he's having." Stanley told the bartender.

"So, you came here alone?" He asked me while looking around to see whether he could spot Carlos perhaps.

Why is he being so casual with me? I couldn't help but question myself.

In the office, he seemed upset to see me or even talk to me. But here, he seem to be calm and friendly.

His hair was loosened in curly waves, falling upon his shoulders.

"No...of course not, I came with my bos... boyfriend." I corrected immediately. I seemed to have delayed while answering.

"Oh, I see! Where is he?" He asked not showing a concerned expression. I think he doubted my sincerity.

"Over there!" I pointed out to him, where Carlos was talking to the stripper that caught his attention.

"Oh!" Stanley turned. "With a stripper?" He irked.

"Why not with you? If you are truly in a relationship, he should be talking to you right?" 

"Well..." I thought of a lie, couldn't really find any.

"Yeah! He wanted the stripper to entertain us privately." Now that's a good lie.

"Give me a break, I've known Carlos for years. If he loves someone, he won't look at another."

"Wait! You must be his ex right?" I acted surprised, pretending not to know at first.

He scoffed and gulped his drink. 

He shifted the glass to the bartender and ordered for another liquor.

I could barely even take another sip from mine.

"So, how come he never mentioned you?" I asked.

"It's two days since we broke up. He must have just dated you to make me feel jealous." He gulped the drink down his throat and gave a corner smile.

"Well, I'm not jealous and I don't love him anymore, so you two can quit the act." He added.

"Ha! Ha! Ha!" I laughed out loud. "Acting? Are you for real." I laughed again, more mockingly.

He squints, not sure why I was laughing.

"Carlos and I have been seeing each other for over a month." I felt the lie was good to be told.

"A month?" He widened his eyes, "He has been cheating?" He said that in whispers.

In as much I hate to be caught up in all of this, I love the reaction he had on his face.

"You're lying, Carlos has spend almost every night in my house." He said out of thoughts.

"Well, you never come to his do you?" 

Our debate was like a game, and I was very much enjoying it.

It's better than looking at half naked men cum on poles.

"Tell you what! If you can prove to me that you and Carlos are really dating each other, I will drink three more liquors, but if you can't then you'll do the same." Stanley suggested.

"No, I'm not playing any games with you." I stated attempting to stand up from where I sat.

"I knew it, it was all a pretense." Stanley said assuredly.

"What do I have to do to prove that?" The question slipped out of my mouth. Like a magnetic force that couldn't be retracted.

I shouldn't have gone this far in speaking to Stanley, who knows what he has in mind.

Proving to him that I'm Carlos' boyfriend is important right now. My contract with Carlos will be worthless if not.

Gaining his trust will also be useless if I don't prove it.

I can't get my revenge if I don't gain his trust.

This I a big decision I have to make and I don't have all night to make it.

"That's it!" Stanley snapped.

"What! That's what?" I echoed.

"That's what you have to do." He said to me, smiling wickedly.

I seemed to have missed out on hearing the dare he had proposed.

"Sorry what did you say?" I asked, tensed to hear what I had missed out.

"I said, you should go out there and suck Carlos' dick. He'd love that." He said it slowly.

I gulped. "That's not allowed unless in a private room right?"

I got that lines from a movie. I just hope it's applicable here, I need to escape this trap.

"Look over there at that table." He pointed, two men have sex, one of them bend over the table.

I swallowed, my face burning red.

Why does it keep getting worse with me.

First my dick was sucked and then I got an unexpected kiss from a man. Now, I'll have to return the favor of sucking in cum?

No, I can't do that. What does it even taste like?

What if I puke?

Numerous thoughts rampaged my mind. The thought of what I was going to do was driving me nuts.

All these just to confirm I'm Carlos' boyfriend?

Stanley is patiently waiting. If I don't do it, it'll only confirm his suspicions.

I have to do it, for Carlos.

What a second, he smiled mischievously, what if Carlos doesn't like it?

His smile doesn't add up.

I claim to have known Carlos for a month, how do I escape this challenge?

"Go on!" He beckoned, ordering for three glasses of liquor. That must be for the loser of the challenge.

I gulped my own glass that I had been holding, allowing the liquid to burn down my throat.

I stood up from the chair and adjusted my belt properly.

He's really going to make me go this far right?

What do I do to escape this? I asked myself.

I wish the universe can just jump right into this scenario and help me out.