Chapter 2

"Another one…"

I lay slumped on the bar, my vision blurry.

The bartender looked troubled. "Sir, you've had too much…"

*Slam!*

I fumbled for my wallet and slapped it onto the bar.

"Worried I don't have money? I’m loaded!"

Just then, a familiar figure sat down next to me.

Tall, with broad shoulders and a lean waist.

I squinted, a surge of wild joy rushing through me.

"Liam? Did you change your mind?"

The person seemed to say something, but I couldn't hear it anymore.

The alcohol had completely drowned out my reason.

I lunged and hugged him, burying my face in the crook of his neck, inhaling deeply.

"You smell so good…"

It wasn't Liam's usual cologne, but it somehow made me feel strangely at ease.

"Alex, you're drunk."

The person’s voice was deep and magnetic, tinged with a hint of helplessness.

I looked up at him.

*Damn, he’s hot.*

I leaned in and kissed him directly.

The moment our lips met, he stiffened.

I gnawed and bit at his lips like a puppy, my hands restlessly trying to slip inside his clothes.

He grabbed my wandering hands, his voice hoarse.

"Alex…"

I giggled stupidly. "Don't be shy… I know you like me too…"

After that, my memories were fragmented.

I remember him half-carrying, half-dragging me out of the bar, and my restless body rubbing against his in the taxi.

Back at my place, he pinned me against the wall, warning, "Don't move."

But I only got worse, biting his Adam’s apple…

And then, a blank.