Chapter 1

I’ve been here for almost five hours, and honestly, I lost count after the third drink. The place still smells like smoke and cheap perfume, like time decided to pause just to trap everyone’s mistakes in one room. The lights are dim, more like shadows pretending to glow. People laugh, clink glasses, flirt, and cry, all in one messy orchestra of noise.

My glass has those faint streaks from melted ice, untouched for a while now. The music changed three times already from upbeat to nostalgic to that slow, sad kind that makes you overthink everything you swore you’d moved on from.

“No, I can’t do that, Prislet!” I hissed, then grabbed my glass and downed the wine straight like it was water. I slammed it back on the table, maybe a little too hard, but whatever.

“But that’s the dare, Hestia!” she shot back, rolling her eyes while the others started hyping her up.

Now they’re all ganging up on me like seriously, five hours in this bar and they still have the energy to ruin my dignity for fun.

“Come on, Hestia! Just do your consequence,” Felia said, voice annoyingly excited like she’s the host of some twisted game show.

I raised my middle finger at her without even thinking. Of course, that just made them laugh harder, their giggles mixing with the loud bass of the bar, like the whole place was mocking me too.

“You all know I hate men, right? And what the hell— you want me to seduce that guy?” I jabbed my finger toward the stage, where this dude was dancing shirtless, just wearing a freaking boxer. My soul left my body for a sec.

What the actual fuck. Never in my entire life did I imagine ending up in a bar, five hours deep into chaos, staring at some half-naked guy while my so-called friends plotted my public humiliation.

“Just do it, bitch!” Alea shouted, already half-drunk, half-demonic, as she pushed me from behind. I gripped the chair like my life depended on it, planting my feet to the floor.

I tried to ignore her, eyes fixed on my almost-empty wine glass, until I heard her chair scrape. I looked up then she was already walking toward the stage, hair flipping dramatically like some telenovela villain.

My heart dropped.

No.

No freaking way she’s doing that.

I stand on seat and hold my bag,ready to walk and leave them when the guy —that shameless guy dancing earlier blocked me.

Motherfucking bitch!

I turn left but he still blocked my way then I turned right but he still blocked me.

So annoyed on what he did,I did back my seat and the guy seat beside me,I glared at him but he just smiled at me.

Due to much frustration, I didn't care about anyone and just continue drink and drink more.

I also start giving drinks to the guy who beside me.

“D—drink this,” I gave him one bottle of scotch but he just simply shook his head that made me even more pissed off.

“Yo—you’ll drink this or…..you will taste me instead!” I look at him seductively in his green eyes as I said those words.

This is me when I'm started to get drunk, I'm starting being flirt.

I saw how his eyes widen and eagerly snatch the bottle from my hand and drink it non-stop.

“He—hey, calm down.” I tapped his hand that was holding the bottle, smirking a little.

“Lo—looks like…..ugh, you don’t want me, huh?” I teased, and everyone burst out laughing again.

One my friends suddenly snuggling on my shoulder and whisper, “Looks like you're too sober, Hestia!”

I look at her and smiled, “Don’t worry,I can managed myself.” And I even make my two thumbnail thumbs up on Prislet.

“This—this, ugh, I want you all… yeah, right!” I slurred, laughing to myself as I poured another beer into my glass.

I drank it fast, feeling the warmth spread through my chest and straight to my face.

“Hestia,” Prislet tapped my shoulder, “let's go home, it's already 3 AM,” she declared as she looked at her watch.

“I—I won’t go home. You all go home! I’ll stay with him,” I slurred, and she even held my shoulder, pulling me up to my feet.

“I thought you hated men?” she asked, almost pleading.

“F-fuck you! I never said t-that! I only said I w-want to fuck a man—h-him!” I declared, pointing straight at him without a care in the world.

“What are you even saying, Capris Hestia?” she yelled like super half shocked, half laughing, her voice almost drowned by the heavy bass echoing through the bar.

The lights flickered in rhythm, red and blue spilling across our faces like a warning. My pulse was pounding maybe from the wine, maybe from the dare, or maybe from the fact that I was actually about to do something completely stupid.

“This!” I snapped, my voice sharp enough to slice through the noise.

Before my brain could stop me, I reached out, grabbed his face and I felt so warm, startled, human and kissed him. Hard. Desperate. Messy. The kind of kiss that feels like rebellion, like a storm disguised as impulse.

For a heartbeat, the world spun. The crowd faded into a blur of moving lights, clinking glasses, and muffled gasps. My fingers curled at the back of his neck, I could taste the faint trace of alcohol and adrenaline on my lips.

But then stillness. He didn’t move. Didn’t kiss back.

Reality crashed into me like cold water.

I blinked, pulling away slowly, my breath shaky, lips trembling from more than just the rush. His eyes were wide with confusion, maybe a little hurt.

I forced a laugh, tilting my head back toward my friends who were frozen mid-cheer. “Go home, bitches!” I shouted, voice breaking into a grin that didn’t quite reach my eyes. “Don’t bother me!”

Prislet snapped as she crossed her arms and glared at me, ”do whatever you want, just don’t blame us tomorrow.”

I watched them walk away before turning my head back to him. My palms found their way to his cheeks again, pulling him closer until our lips were just about to crash when—

“W–wait!”

He shook his head, gently removing my hands from his face.

“Regretting what you did now, Miss? Or are you just realizing what you were doing to me?”

The moment he spoke, his voice was low and soft—almost like a whisper that crawled straight to my chest.

“Your voice makes you even more handsome in my eyes,” I said instead of answering, letting out a lazy smirk.

“Answer my question, Miss Hestia.” His tone stayed calm but firm.

“I don’t even know what you’re talking about. I just realized—I still don’t know your name.” I tilted my head, eyes hazy with both curiosity and alcohol. “Maybe later, when you make me moan your name, I’ll finally know it, Mister.”

I giggled as I watched him run a hand through his messy hair, muttering curses under his breath.

“I need to go back to work, Miss. I’ll bring your friends back first,” he said, avoiding my gaze like he was trying to keep his composure.

I continue watch him as he reacts that maybe more pursued to annoyed, “you knew what you already made me wet down there wanna touch it?”

He froze for a second, exhaled sharply, then gave a tight smile.

“You should sober up first, Miss Hestia. I need to go dance on stage—it’s my job,” he said, turning away.

But I stepped in front of him, blocking his path. My voice trembled, words slightly slurred.

“Don’t go back,” I said, shaking my head. “Let’s just say I’ll pay you, I just need you. I want you tonight.”

I knew he was getting tipsy too when his hands started to linger a little longer on my waist. In return, I found myself tracing my fingers lightly over his toned abs — the kind that could make anyone lose focus.

“Wow,” I muttered under my breath, almost laughing at how unreal it felt while still continuing my hands roaming around his body I giggled as pull him the sofa and make myself sit on his lap and even start kissing his neck up to his jaw and even reach his lips.

I stop when I notice something, “roam around on my body too,baby.”

I waited when I didn't felt his arm,I find his hands and insert to my top.

“You feel the softness, it's all yours.Grip it baby.” I whisper seductively and lick his ears.

Slowly,I felt he started gripping my boobs but I feel it wasn't enough, “put it on your mouth.”

“But we we're in bar.This is a public place. I don't want to shown your body.”

My mind was spinning, maybe from the drinks, maybe from him. I leaned closer, close enough for my breath to brush against his ear.

“Can we go to my condo now?” I whispered, my voice teasing.

He chuckled softly, his tone both playful and dangerous.

“Of course, darling,” he said. “Just remember—you started this.”

He grinned, guiding me toward to his bulge, his hand never leaving mine while my other hand holding my Gucci bag.

We stumbled out of the bar, laughter fading into breathless silence as our lips found each other again. The city lights blurred around us, neon flickers painting our faces while we kissed like the night itself was holding its breath. Every few steps, we stopped and pulled back only to crash again like two people starving for the same thing and finding it in each other’s mouths.

When we reach the parking,he stopped and even turn his face for me to not reach his lips.

“You don’t want me anymore, but I still want you even more! Don’t leave me craving for you over and over again!” I demanded, throwing my things in pure frustration. But he just laughed that deep, sexy laugh that made me crave him even more.

“Whoa!easy Miss and show me where your car park,first,” then he slowly kneel down to get all my things I thrown.

I watched him silently, waiting. When he finally stood up, I pointed toward my pink Porsche Taycan. His eyes widened in surprise.

So cute that I can’t even wait for later.

He even guide me to entering in passenger seat and turned to another side for him to get in driver seat.

Without a single question or word, I started to move closer to him again, leaning in for his lips while holding his hand just as he was about to start the car engine.

“You made a promise,” I whisper seductively.

“What pro—,”

Before he could finish, I placed my index finger gently on his lips.

“Make me cum first before leaving this park since it's far from my condo baby.I need you now badly,” I breathed then reclining my chair and spread my legs while looking at him.

He give me a warning look like he was so hesitant so I reach his hand and put in the top of my skirt, “you felt how I wet I was?”

I look at him as he slowly nodded, “then what should I do? Find you another skirt for you to change?”

I laughed hardly.

“Insert your finger on my entrance.”

He did what I said.He slowly pulled up my skirt and then pulled down my underwear as he look up on me.

“I'm a doing right,Miss?” he asked hesitantly throw my undies on the back.

I nodded as I felt his index finger as it makes me to start to moan.

“So fucking delicious baby, make it faster and I'm cumming!” I moaned as I release then he pulled out his finger who's so wet.

I watched him as he put his finger on his mouth and lick it like it was a lollipop.

“I didn't know cum was so fucking tasty Miss. I want more!” He demanded but I refused.

He started driving the car as soon as I tell where my condo is. While I was getting bored and can't wait longer for the another round,I inserted my finger and start to fuck myself.

“Hmmm.W—whats your name?” I asked.

“Just moaned Farvo,Miss Hestia,” he grinned.

I didn't notice we already arrived in my condo building when Farvo already opening my door.

“Wait!” I blurted out, panic rising in my voice as he tried to lift me.

Then I whisper, “I need to wear my under—” he cut me off.

“Don’t bother putting it on, Miss Hestia,” he said, lifting me up with ease. My legs instinctively wrapped around his waist and even inside the elevator, we stayed that way.

As soon as we reach my room,he put me slowly on my bed and then lay on the top of me without putting any weight.

He started giving me kisses on neck and then reaching my lip to kiss me there.

“Wait!” I stopped him from kissing me.

“Make yourself all naked. I want to see you naked!”

He grinned as I watched him how he stand up and start removing his shirt then his boxer, leaving now all naked in front of me.

Farvo back on top of me. I thought he would kiss but he whispered on my ear, “I wanted to be honest with you Miss Hestia.”

His word made me stop all my desire and I even pushed him out on the top of me.

“Don’t tell me you have a wife… or even a girlfriend! Even if I’m drunk, I still know what is right and wrong!” I blurted out.

He sat down beside me and hold my hand, “Of course not! I don't have a wife or even a girlfriend.”

I look at him and letting myself calm down from my emotion, “then what do you want to say Farvo?”

I watched him how he turned his gazed before breathing and speak, ”I have no experience with this.I don't know how to continue this.I just know what I did earlier.”

I nearly choked on what he said with half of disbelief.

“Wait! What? I mean,no offense but you we're stripper?” I prankly asked him.