20: Plans For The Night

Chapter 20: Plans For The Night

Lilian's POV.

We'd slated the week of exploring each other to be the coming week. And today was supposed to be the first day but I'd gotten a call from one of my friends.

Apparently, it was very urgent and I needed to be there almost immediately.

I'd thought it was something serious as according to the message "Katie was in a dilemma" but with the muffled music bursting through the door, I knew I'd been tricked.

I walked into the room, finding my girlfriends littered on Katie's couch. The moment they saw me, they squealed, gathering around me.

"We are so happy you made it!" Jessica smiled.

"Cheers to Lilian's return!" Monica added.

"Girl! We missed you!" Natalie whined.

Katie was nowhere in sight, but from the steamy smell of pasta in the room, I knew she was somewhere cooking.

They guided me to the couch where we all had a seat.

"Guys...I had plans today. I thought this was an emergency and that's why--"

"Yes, we know you're going to make excuses. You are always busy these days. You've not reached out to us in so long!" Monica complained, and the other girls nodded in unison.

I pursed my lips, they were actually right. I'd spent the last two to three weeks with Leon...having several orgasms.

Maybe I could quickly finish what I had going on with them and then get home early enough to start our sex list? Yes, perfect that sounded like it.

I sighed softly, "I'm sorry guys. But at least I'm here now. So what are we doing? A house party?"

"No. We're going to the club!" They squealed.

"Uh-- a club? I didn't come dressed for that. I just put on..." I stopped myself, looking down at my pink shorts and black top I was wearing.

"Well, don't worry, we got you." Jessica stated, pulling out a dress from a small bag.

Damn, these girls were so prepared for me.

And with that, the room started growing loud with chattering and the opening of plastic bags as the girls started getting dressed. My heart melted and a smile remained plastered on my lips as we talked.

It felt so nice being around my friends.

Leon would surely understand. I mean, after all, we'd been together most of the time.

In a couple of minutes, we were all dressed. Katie came out with pasta and after we ate to our fill, we headed for the club.

The atmosphere smelled like alcohol, sweat and bubbling energy. Loud music burst from different sides of the room, the club was literally crowded and as we came in as a group of five, we exchanged excited expressions.

We split into different directions, pushing our way through the crowd of people wearing masks.

That's right, the club theme tonight was masks.

I had no idea where I was headed until I got to the center of the room, realising that I was now on the dance floor. My nerves kicked in, making me avoid eye contact from the men around.

I never danced without having a good amount of alcohol so I paced towards the bar flickering with pink and white lights.

I ordered five shots, the hot liquid burning my throat every time I swallowed it. But I didn't stop having it.

By the time I'd taken the fifth shot, I was starting to feel hot inside. So I moved back to the dancefloor, swaying haphazardly to the music playing.

I shimmied to the beat, and then I miscalculated my steps. I was halfway close to the ground when a strong hand caught my waist.

He was the exact definition of a androgynous guy. His brown hair fell across his forehead, his hazel eyes glistening like literal pearls through his mask.

He wasn't muscular or anything like that. He was slender, had a trail of tattoos on his chest that disappeared into his black shirt. And his lips curled into such a nice smile.

Honestly, I wasn't sure if it was because I was tipsy but he looked so gorgeous, even more gorgeous than Leon.

"Careful sexy," He said, and despite the loud music echoing through the room, I could still detect his alluring voice.

He tilted me back to balance while I just kept examining his features. His hand never left my waist.

When he snapped a finger in my face, I blinked back, clearing my throat, "I'm--I'm so sorry. Thank you."

"I reckon you're a little tipsy. Why don't we have a dance? That way you still have your fun and I get to protect you," He grinned.

I didn't know who this guy was or why he was already acting so protective, but I loved it. I circled my hand around his neck, beaming, "Aren't you a little too hot to be a bodyguard or whatnot?"

"Too hot? Have you looked in the mirror? Hot isn't even a strong word enough to qualify this," He flattered me, making me chuckle.

We swayed left and right and though we were flirting with each other, he was decent with his touch. He didn't try to touch me inappropriately and I loved that.

"Sweet mouth, I see."

"You know what else is sweet?" He winked.

My heart skipped a beat from the act and before I could answer, someone forcefully dragged me away from him.

It happened so fast--one minute I'm in a hot stranger's arms and the next, I'm being pinned to the wall by a muscular frame. I writhed in his grip but all my efforts proved futile plus, the effect of the alcohol made it hard to do much.

I couldn't see his face, but his scent felt strangely familiar. Just then, he leaned in, "we were supposed to start our sex list today, but you're over here flirting with a random guy? Really?"

My heart started racing, my body replacing the rush of adrenaline with anxiety.

"Leon...I...why are you here?"

"I thought to come pick you up, but I had no idea you were now entertaining someone else."

"No, I actually--"

He pressed his lips against mine, kissing me so angrily and hungrily. I couldn't even resist him. When he broke the kiss, he pulled off his mask, revealing his pale face burning with jealousy.

"Let's go home. I've got a lot planned for you.”