Forbidden Night Before The Engagement.

Chapter 1

“Smile. It's your engagement party, not a funeral.”

Mom whispered and I tightened my fist. I'm pretty sure my eyes are glued on a ghost though. — DANTE CRUZ.

DANTE

I shouldn’t have come here. I should be home, pretending to be the perfect son, counting down the hours until my engagement to a woman I barely know.

I didn't have interest in women as a whole but still, it might have felt a little bit bearable if I had met the so-called lady before the engagement.

Countless times, I had thought of coming out. Let my father and family know I was gay but only the thought of the aftermath sent shivers down my spine.

That was what I got for being the only son of the Cruz family. Opinions didn't matter, love was just an illusion and marriage, it was a thing of power.

So instead, I was here in a bar that smelled of tequila, all manners of hard drugs and the loud music making it impossible to hear oneself.

I sipped on a shot of hard scotch, letting it burn down my throat pretending I had a choice.

“One more shot.” I requested, slapping my palm against the counter while dropping the glass with a slight thud.

It was as though I wanted it to shatter in my hands, perhaps if the glasses dug into my fingers, it would make up for the hurt coursing through me.

“You sure? You look wasted and like you’re about to do something stupid.” I laughed bitterly, patting his shoulders.

“That’s the plan.” He shrugged and then poured me another shot.

I downed the drink, letting the burn distract me from the tightness in my chest, then turned to face the room.

People danced.

Hooked up.

Laughed like their lives didn’t belong to anyone but them and that, damn! That should feel nice.

The room blurred around me. What if just one night, just one, I make a decision for myself, no matter what the consequences may be.

My eyes locked with Eli, the bartender, he's cute, such a shame he's straight. I had stared at him weeks on end, had fantasies on what his body would feel like against mine.

He was like a poison I couldn't have.

“Okay buddy, no more drinks for you. I'm clocking off now.” He stumbled slightly as he walked towards me, rubbing the back of his neck with a sheepish grin, exchanging loud cheers with some other guys.

“Closing time means getting everyone out safely. No exception and man, you look like such a mess.” I grunted as he led someone out before walking over to me.

In my head, he was stripped bare, my fingers running along his biceps.

I groaned, shivering as I felt my little member harden.

“Dante.” He called out, I jerked like I had been pulled out of wonderland and locked eyes with him again.

God, his lips, pink and luscious, they were calling out to me. I wondered what they tasted like, what they felt like.

He tapped my shoulder, pulling me up immediately. I'm drunk but clear headed to see that what I wanted was right in front of me.

It was so wrong and it could harm me but it's just one night before I'm tied to family responsibilities.

He was straight, or so he thought.

“Eli.” I groaned. I wasn't myself anymore. This could escalate really quickly, my father would kill me if he found out, I would no longer be a part of the Cruz family even though I was the only heir.

What did it matter anyway? Tomorrow I would be engaged to a woman they picked, always suppressing. Always.

It wouldn't hurt to do something for myself.

Just for tonight.

“Damn, you're wasted.” He whispered again. His steps were a little uneven, the scent of whiskey faint on his breath. He looked slightly drunk.

Just exactly what I needed so I could tag the next line of my actions as both drunken mistakes by the end of today.

I wrapped my palm around the back of his neck and pulled him in closer.

“Dante…” His voice cracked with confusion.

“What are you doing?” His voice was low, thick and filled with desire or maybe I'm just imagining things. He rubbed the back of his neck again, avoiding my haze like he wasn't sure if he wanted this or too buzzed to stop it.

But that look in his eyes was all the permission I needed.

My father would kill me. Literally or not. My family would erase me but tonight? I was too exhausted to care.

“I don't know.” I drawled out slowly, fear and doubt was all tangled up in his eyes.

His hands twitched, hesitating but he didn't pull away and so I let myself be drunk as I slammed my lips onto his.

I half expected him to shove me away, maybe even punch me but he didn’t.

Instead, Eli froze.

I smirked against his lips as his tongue slid against mine like it had been waiting, licking into my mouth with a hunger that knocked the breath out of me.

I groaned into him, fists curling into his shirt as he deepened the kiss, hot and reckless.

This wasn’t supposed to happen.

Because right now? This didn’t feel like a mistake.

It felt like everything I’d ever been denied.

“You wanna get out of here?” I asked and he murmured in agreement.

I grabbed his hand, pulling him away from the closing bar towards the quiet lounge where I kept a spare key to a room. My safe space when the world felt too loud.

Today nonetheless.

How could he ever believe he was straight? The way his body trembled beneath my touch told a different story. Or maybe he was just like me, forced to hide it due to…. reasons.

Or maybe not.

The instant we got into the room, he pushed me off of him.

I expected that, it's kind of coming too late though.

His breath was fast and unsteady, his hands trembled just enough that I knew he was fighting himself.

“Why are you looking at me like that? Like you're holding something back?” I queried, closing the gasp between us and he shut his eyes.

His mouth slightly parted as I trapped his back to the wall.

“Because I am.” He simply stated, his voice dry and husky, full of emotion and passion he was locking up.

Just for tonight.

“Then don't.” With that, I kissed him again, harder and more urgent this time, my hands working on loosening his belt.

“It's going to be a long night.” I whispered as I lowered myself to my knees and took his dick in my mouth.

“Fuck!” He groaned, his fingers digging into my scalp as he grabbed a fistful of my hairs, moaning out in pleasure.

And yet, he says ‘he's straight’

After tonight, I would be caged, I better make tonight worth it.

~

“Fuck.” I groaned as I stared at myself in the mirror, all suited up and ready to receive my fiancee while my head throbbed badly from the hangover.

“Mr Dante. Your father says to come out now. Your fiancee is almost arriving.” I nodded as the butler informed and adjusted my tie again.

I stared at my physique at the mirror and nodded. I tried to convince myself this was worth it, I was the only heir, the family wouldn't be able to do anything with me.

Yet each time I close my eyes, bits of last night pop up in my head.

When I woke up early this morning, I turned on the bed to find he wasn't there again.

As expected, he might be beating himself up on why someone who is ‘straight’ spent the most wonderful night in a gay man's bed.

I had sex with him, I also had no regrets.

I walked out of the room, burying myself behind me as I saw a car pull into the mansion from the window.

“They're here.” Dad replied and I grunted, shifting uncomfortably.

A few minutes later, the door opened and she stepped in, walking towards me with a big smile on her face.

My eyes weren't on her though.

It was on the guy behind her.

Eli! What was he doing here? I tried to appear natural but every other part of my body was screaming.

My dick too, if I might add.

“You’re staring at her like you just saw a ghost. Fix that expression.” I glanced up, returning to reality as mom whispered into my ear.

“Dante, meet my brother, Eli.” She introduced. Mom had introduced her but I barely heard her name over the pounding in my head.

He stretched his hands, his eyes far and distant like he was trying not to relieve last night's memories.

I clenched my jaw, trying to say something but the words felt like they were choking up at the back of my throat.

“Dante…are you okay?”

“Yeah..I..I just didn't know you had a brother. I've never...seen him around before.”

“Nice to meet you. For the first time, Mr Dante.” He said smoothly, his voice polite and composed like he hadn't cummed in my mouth just hours ago.