SNEAK PEEK

ANGEL

KRIS

Why exactly did I agree to come clubbing with Paige? 

I asked myself for the umpteenth time, stealing a glance at Paige who was on the dance floor having the time of her life. The bitch could drag me to hell if she had her way. While she was having a good time at the dance floor, my little pathetic self was sitting at the bar, nursing my third glass of booze with an annoying talkative beside me, chatting my ears off.

Yay, this is so much fun! I cheered myself on.

"So, you wanna dance?" The chatty stranger who was sitting beside me asked. He had been chatting my ears off ever since he arrived. He simply didn’t care about how disinterested I was. 

"Errr, not really. My boyfriend won't like that." I transparently lied.

It was a lie that had become a part of me. I was surprised it didn’t jump out of my mouth at the first attempt of the opposite sex talking to me.

Don’t judge me.

It was the only way of getting unwanted guys away from me. For instance, in such a situation, if I had to blatantly say no it would have unnecessarily dragged the conversation but suggesting that I have a boyfriend would end it quickly.

See. I'm a genius. 

"But I can't see him around..." He looked around to convey his point, making me roll my eyes.

"Hew…" I attempted to cover up with a lie but was interrupted.

"Hey baby, sorry to keep you waiting." A deep voice spoke from beside me. Instantly I felt someone slide onto the barstool next to me, wrapping an arm around my shoulder.

What the hell? I raged on mentally. Well, I'm actually in need of a pretend boyfriend so let's just say God sent an angel.

"He's here already. My boyfriend." I smiled sweetly at the guy who had asked me to dance.

He looked at the guy whose hand was still on my shoulder and scurried away.

Huh? Is he that ugly for you to run away? I wondered, before daring to look at the angel who rescued me.

Slowly, I turned my head and came face-to-face with a who could only be described as a god in human form.

Oh my God! My subconscious screeched in disbelief. God ahead angel indeed. I mean only angels can be this good-looking, right?

He had dark silver eyes and jet black hair which made him look divine, complementing his god-like look. Strands of his hair fell on his face. His sharp jaw seemed as if it was carved by God himself. And the silver lip ring attached to his pale pink lips was my last undoing. With eyes glued to his lips, the only thoughts that claimed my mind was;

I love guys with lip rings. I want to know how it feels to kiss one.

 Wait! You don't even know him, Kris! I reminded myself, finally breaking out of my trance.

"You're an angel right?" I blurted out before I could stop myself. 

A deep chuckle left his lips. It sounded heavenly, making me internally swoon.

God, can I please keep him till you need him again? You said we should ask and it shall be given unto us. Those were my thoughts.

How I'd become godly in a second, I couldn't understand.

"I'll be your angel." He replied confidently.

Wait? Is he not my angel yet? I frowned in confusion.

"Kris, oh-err."

Fucking Paige. You just had to come at this moment.

I snapped my head in her direction, "I'm going to use the bathroom. Sorry for disturbing your moment." She winked at me before turning to leave. 

Should I turn around? What if God has taken him away?

Slowly I turned my head, luckily he was still there.

Yay! God answered my prayer.

"You done eye-fucking me?" He asked after a moment.

That seemed to snap me out of my trance.

"Err, I wasn't eye-fucking you," I was never going to admit that. 

"Of course you weren't." He smirked and I rolled my eyes.

"Wait? What was that little act for?" I suddenly remembered how he had pretended to be my boyfriend. 

"Just take it as help from me." He shrugged.

"Didn't ask for it. Do you normally go about helping people you don't know?"

"No, but you looked like you needed it at the time."

"Really?"

"Yeah. You have a very expressive face. I'm sure the guy knew you were lying."

"Whatever, at least he left. So I guess I owe you a thank you."

"Nah…I don't take thanks." He shook his head slightly.

"A drink then?"

"I can get one for myself."

"What do you want then?" I narrowed my eyes at him.

"I'll let you know but just know you owe me, Kris." He answered, staring into my eyes.

Huh?

"Wait…how do you know my name?"

"Weren’t you the one who called me an angel? Well, angels know everything." He stated, his lips curling into a smirk.

With that, he got up and left, leaving me in a state of confusion.

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