Crazy in Love

The bass vibrated straight through the walls, and drinks flowed across the tables as fast as the bartenders could pour them. A sea of sweaty bodies swayed to the rhythm, packing the dance floor under a canopy of colored lights pulsing in perfect sync with the music.

I was definitely drunk, but the music still held me. I didn't care what any of these people thought. I just wanted to enjoy my messy, complicated life. Tonight, I was going to drink like I never had before.

"Miss, are you okay? You look totally tanked."

A hand caught my arm just as my knees buckled, saving me from a nasty spill.

For a second, I thought I had stumbled straight into heaven. Looking down at me was an angelic face. She was wearing the most respectable, elegant outfit I had ever seen in any of the dive bars I usually frequented when my life was falling apart. She was undeniably stunning—fair-skinned, average height, and effortlessly beautiful.

I tried to pull myself together and stand up straight, though the room was still tilting. "I'm sorry," I stammered, clutching my glass. "I'm a little groggy, but I can manage."

"You look like you need some help," she said, her smile radiant and full of genuine warmth. "Mind if I escort you?"

"No, I’m fine! Wonderful!" I threw my hands up in a dramatic gesture of assurance, nodding sleepily.

"You don't look fine," she pressed gently. "Are you here with someone? I can take you back to them." It was incredibly kind of her, but the last thing I wanted was to be perceived.

"Miss, I said I'm okay. I'm not with anyone," I resisted, trying and failing to act cool. "You don't need to bother yourself with a stranger."

"Well, I insist," she said with a cute, playful persistence. "Since you're alone and I'm all by myself too, why don't we hang out?"

I giggled a little. "Okay, fine. You’re pretty pushy, so I guess you win. Let's drink to that." I took another long sip of my drink.

"By the way, I'm Ally. And you are?" she asked, swaying slightly to the beat as I rocked my body to the music.

"Oh! Me? I'm Hannah. Hannah Spaughton," I announced proudly, shaking her hand without stopping my terrible dancing. "Probably the only Spaughton here in the Philippines."

Noticing her hands were empty, I grabbed her wrist to pull her toward the main bar.

"Whoa, slow down, Hannah! We’re going to fall," she laughed. "Where are we going?"

I guided her to a pair of vacant stools in the corner of the crowded bar. "What do you want to drink, Ally? It's my treat, a thank you for your kindness."

"A Boulevardier would be nice," she agreed.

"You got it! One Boulevardier, please," I called out to the bartender, "and another Old Fashioned for me."

Ally looked at me, concern clouding her features. "Hannah, are you sure you should be drinking more? It’s going to be hard for you to get home."

"No way, I’m great at drinking," I scoffed, leaning against the counter. "Why do you care anyway? You don't even know me." Deep down, a part of me wished Billy could care about me the way this stranger did.

"Of course I care. You're alone, which means nobody is looking out for you. What if something happens on the way home? You definitely can't drive like this."

"It's fine, Ally. I didn't even bring a car. I planned this," I said, pressing a hand to my chest as a wave of heavy emotion hit me. "I wanted to get drunk and just forget everything tonight."

I was so incredibly angry with Billy. Frustrated, exhausted, and ready to give up. I couldn't handle her drama anymore. If ignoring her were easy, I would have done it by now. What did I ever see in her? She was reckless, loud, and treated relationships like a revolving door.

"Hey... are you still with me?"

Ally waved a hand in front of my face. I blinked, realizing just how close she was. Up close, her beauty was breathtaking.

"I think that's enough, Hannah. Don't finish that." Before I could protest, she gently snatched the glass from my hand and drank the rest of it herself.

Suddenly, a wave of intense dizziness crashed over me. My strength evaporated, and I sank heavily onto the bar counter. The world began to blur into blackness.

"Oh, shirt... Hannah, wake up," I heard Ally’s voice drifting from a distance. "How am I supposed to carry you, dude?"

That was the last thing I heard before I completely passed out.

[Ally's Point of View]

"Hey, bro. I'm Ally. What's your name?" I called out to a guy walking past the bar.

"I'm Zee," he said, offering a brief handshake.

"I'm sorry to bother you, Zee, but could you do me a huge favor? Can you help me get my friend to my car? She’s completely passed out."

"No problem," Zee said, his eyes lingering a bit too long as his hand brushed against mine. "Are you sure that's all you need?"

The look in his eye made my stomach turn. Realizing his intentions weren't pure, I immediately changed my mind. I excused myself and went straight to the bartender instead, asking for staff assistance. Thankfully, the venue security was professional and trustworthy. They gladly helped me carry Hannah out and lay her carefully in the backseat of my car.

"Thank you so much. Here, take this," I said, slipping them a generous tip before getting into the driver's seat.

Driving away, I faced a massive dilemma. I couldn't take her to my place; my dad had a strict rule against bringing strangers home. I looked at the sleeping girl in the rearview mirror, wondering what kind of heartbreak could drive someone to get this dangerously intoxicated.

With no other choice, I decided to check us into a prestigious hotel near Ortigas. It was the safest, most logical option left. I pulled into the driveway of the Marco Polo, hoping the smooth check-in process would make things easier. I hurried to the front desk, pulling out my wallet.

"Hi, I need a room with two single beds, please," I told the receptionist, handing over my credit card. She smiled, swiped the card, and handed me the key cards.

Finally, a safe place to rest. My skin felt sticky from the club air, and I couldn't wait to wash the night off. Once inside the room, I gently laid Hannah down on one of the beds. The room was spacious and peaceful. I went straight to the bathroom to take a hot shower. For a moment, I considered wetting a towel to wipe the grime off her face, but I worried she might wake up, misinterpret it, and get angry. I decided to just let her sleep it off.

After getting changed, I dimmed the lights—leaving a small one on, since the dark always made me uneasy—and climbed into my own bed.

I was just drifting off when a sudden voice startled me. Hannah was talking in her sleep, her voice thick and desperate as she repeatedly called out a name: Billy.

Before I could react, Hannah abruptly stood up. She stumbled over to my bed, her eyes wild and unfocused. I stared at her in utter astonishment. Without a word, she leaned down, grabbed me by the shoulders, and kissed me fiercely on the lips.

It was a breathless, deeply intense kiss, her tongue moving with a sudden, desperate hunger.

"Hey! Hannah, wake up! I'm not Billy!" I gasped, trying to pull back, my mind racing in complete confusion.

Part of me knew I should stop this, but fear and desire were tangling together in my chest. If things went too far, she would probably regret it, blame me, and slap me across the face in the morning.

I grabbed her wrists, trying to hold her at arm's length. But fueled by the alcohol, she possessed a sudden, stubborn strength. She broke from my grip and kept pulling me back in, kissing me hard. In a frantic motion, she began stripping off her clothes, throwing them to the floor before wrapping her arms around me again.

I was only human. The heat of her skin against mine was electric, sending a jolt straight through me. I tried to push her away one last time, but our bodies collided, and the feel of her soft curves completely shattered my resolve. Hannah had awakened something deep inside me.

"Billy, you know how much I love you," she whispered against my neck, entirely convinced I was the person she lost. "I can give you myself a thousand times over."

She was so aggressive, so beautifully hot, and the intoxicating scent of her perfume and skin completely carried me away. Giving in, I rolled her over, kissing her deeply as I pinned her to the mattress.

I threw off my shirt, my hands exploring her body. I reached behind her to unbuckle her bra, tossing it aside to reveal her beautiful form. When I leaned down to trace my lips along her neck and down to her chest, a soft, breathless moan escaped her lips. The sound only fueled my desire. I trailed kisses down her skin, tasting the warmth of her belly.

Slowly, I slid her skirt and panties down her legs, discarding the final barriers between us. As my fingers found the slick, aching heat between her thighs, she gasped, her fingers tangling tightly in my hair, pulling me closer.

I climbed back over her, capturing her lips in a wild, lustful kiss. She was burning up, driving me completely losing my mind.

When I finally pushed myself inside her, the pleasure was overwhelming. I moved against her, building a fast, heavy rhythm that made the heavy hotel bed creak. Hannah moaned louder, her back arching as her fingernails dug deep into my shoulders, leaving sharp scratches that I barely felt through the adrenaline.

"F--k," I breathed, right on the edge of breaking. She wrapped her legs tightly around my waist, pulling me impossibly close as a strange, beautiful wave of ecstasy crashed over us both. It was the most intense sensation I had ever experienced in my entire life.

[Hannah's Point of View]

Oh my god. What the hell am I doing in a hotel room?

The panic hit me the exact second my eyes snapped open. I was completely naked under the white sheets. Beside me, sleeping peacefully without a stitch of clothing, was the girl from the bar.

My mind scrambled, completely blanking on how a fun night out had spiraled into this. Panic mutated into pure adrenaline. I scrambled out of the bed, snatched my clothes from the floor, and threw them on as fast as my shaking hands allowed.

Without looking back, I bolted out of the room and slammed the door behind me. I was in deep, deep trouble.