Chapter 3. Kiss

Can I borrow your kiss? I promise I'll give it back.

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Beauty's POV

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There was no one inside when I entered the room. There's a massive drink on the table consumed. The song was paused on the big screen. I chuckled when I saw the music title on the big flat-screen TV. I shook my head.

"Too bad I can't do both. I can't sing and dance." I shrugged my shoulder.

I shifted my body and noticed the other door that led to a small room was halfway open. I strode closer to check what was inside. But I paused, and my body froze when I heard a woman's voice moaning. I stepped backward and swallowed hard.

Shit. I need to get out of here. Ceilo told me about this, and a lot of times, she remind me not to accept invites.

I was almost at the door, but I froze at his presence. My heart pounded hard the moment our eyes met. He perplexly looked at me, and his brow furrowed.

"What are you doing here?" He asked, leaning his body on the side of the door's frame. I could no longer get out.

If you come to think of it, he's not that bad. He is a one-hell hot, sexy beast. My face flushed, and my heart fluttered.

Oh, God. What's happening to me? This is my first time getting attracted straight away.

I shut my eyes quickly to ease the tension, but when I opened my eyes to face him, a shivering feeling crawled into my flesh.

"I-I think I got lost. Excuse me." I stepped towards him to get out, but he didn't move.

"And do you expect me to believe that?" in his baritone voice.

My heart pounded harder. I need to get out. My knees wobble, and my head spins a little bit. If this man before me offers something, I might not refuse it. My goodness, self!

"Look? I'm not into this. I'm not a cheap hooker or slut in the corner, for your information. In short, I'm a virgin," I smiled as we stared. This is the only way for me to get the hell out of here. I don't think he will do virgins.

He licked his lips and surveyed the whole of me. I blinked a few times, waiting for him to say something.

"Who bought you here?" His eyebrows slightly crossed. Our eyes locked, and my mouth parted a little bit. We are both looking at each other's lips.

I can't understand these feelings. It's strange, and I don't feel intimidated by how he looked at me. I honestly want to taste him.

Oh, Beauty. Where's your brain?

"That lustful stare," I whispered.

He pressed his lips together, and a thin-line smile on his lips made me want to touch him.

"I'm sorry, Miss, but I don't do virgins because they're clingy in the end." He faced me and sarcastically smirked.

A strike of lightning came, hitting my head.

"Exactly! That's my point." I nodded. "Then please move away so I can get out," I said in relief.

Thank goodness! I know this man will never do anything with me. But why the hell I felt clingy?

For some reason, I want him to hold me a little bit. I don't know, but I felt like a magnet towards him.

Then we heard the squeaking sound of the door. We both looked in its direction, and a man who looked creepy, huge, and slightly fat came out from there.

"Drew! That's my baby for tonight, bud." He chuckled, wiping his sweat.

Drew? So, this person in front of me, his name is Drew?

I looked back at him, and my eyes were pleading, wanting him to save me. His jaw tightened as we stared.

"Help me get out of here, please. . ." I whispered as I looked into his eyes. The bouncers were outside. I couldn't escape from them. I need Drew's help to get out.

Drew's lean body covered me from the person behind him. His eyes settled on my lips, and I swallowed hard. I could no longer move my body, and my feet were nailed to the floor. I don't know what's wrong with me.

"Sorry, Bradley, but she's actually one of the girls I had before." Drew looped his hand around my waist and pulled my body against him. I gasped when I felt a thousand tingling sensations all over me.

"Fuck, Drew. You don't repeat girls, bud. You're a Mondragon." Bradley laughed.

"No, not this one, Bradley," in Drew's warning to Bradley.

Bradley shook his head and chuckled. "Then prove it, Drew! Or else you'll lose five million tonight, bud."

"Dammit," Drew swore in silence while looking me in the eyes. His jaw tightened while giving me an intensifying stare.

My face flushed, and I felt hot. The two bottles of vodka made my body into jelly at his touch.

"Loosen up, sweetheart. I'll take you to cloud nine," he silently whispered.

My heart pounded hard in excitement. I looped my arms around his nape, preparing myself for whatever would happen. If this is the only way to get out of here, then I will play along with him. I know he won't touch me. He doesn't do virgin for sex. I heard that from him, and I trust him.

"French kiss?" I asked, and my eyes twinkled. My fingers slowly made their way to the back of his hair, giving him a gentle massage.

"Embrace yourself whoever you are," he hoarsely uttered.

"It's Beauty," I whispered. I shut my eyes, and my lips landed against his. Then we kiss. . .

The warm touch of his tongue inside my mouth made my whole body scream for more. I pressed my body against him and felt his hand move my side. I caress his nape tenderly without warning, giving him what my body wants.

Our kisses went deeper. I felt his tongue pushing, nipping, and biting my lower lip. I meet each stroke of his lips to mine. It's sweet and crispy. He pulled my body against his solid frame, and my arms clung to him. I can even feel his member below, and it's hard, pushing right on my belly.

My goodness! This is my first time. It feels beautiful, and I don't want to let go.

"Dammit." He swore between our kisses.

I heard the door shut. Bradley came out, and that leaves us two here. We are still kissing, and I have no plan to stop. My body can't give up. My mind is telling me to stop, but my body is betraying me.

He hasn't done anything yet. His hands were all intact in my waist. I moaned loud enough as we feast kissing. Oh, God, I really don't want him to stop.

"Fucking virgin," he uttered and stopped. Shocking as we stared, I felt shy for the first time, catching my breath.

How did this happen? How come I want him to kiss me non-stop?

I licked my lips, and my head weakly dipped, looking at his pants. He is hard, and I am wet.

"Dammit. Come on, let's go." He grabbed my hand for us to get out.

I felt like my body was floating on cloud nine after that kiss. Drew's hand snaked through me while we were walking downstairs. His bodyguards surrounded us, and the noise around the place deafened my senses. The girls were screaming when they saw him.

"Drew Mondragon! I love you!!"

"Drew, fuck me, please!"

I paused and looked at everyone. It's confusing as I look again at Drew.

Who the hell is he? And why girls are dying to be fuck by him.

"They're crazy!" I chuckled and shook my head as I looked at his face. I wanted to laugh, but my stomach swirled.

"Sorry, I-I need to. . ." I covered my mouth. I felt like throwing up.

"Dammit." He swore silently and held my hand, pulling me with him.

"H-Hang on!" I gasped, almost losing my balance, and we trailed off.

With force, he pushed my body inside his car.

"Fasten your seatbelt if you don't want me to fuck you!"

"W-What?" I stammered, and my eyes widened. It took me a few seconds until I got his message.

Straight away, I fasten my seatbelt. He slid himself onto the driver's seat and started the ignition. It scared the living daylight of me when he stepped on the accelerator hard, jerking my body.

"My God! Are you going to kill us?"

He didn't respond. I covered my mouth again. Any moment, I will vomit for sure.

"Do you have some candy? I don't feel good. I want to vomit."

He ignored me again. I grabbed my pouch hurriedly to look for a minty candy, but there was none. I remember the last candy I had. Ceilo took it. This is what I do every time I feel like vomiting. A candy will help me stop it.

"Ugh, God. Candy, please?" I desperately looked at him.

His jaw tightened, ignoring my presence. I swore behind my mind and inhaled deeply while covering my mouth.

"Address?" he coldly asked.

My brows furrowed. "What?"

"Where the hell do you live?"

I pressed my lips together and slightly laughed.

"Sorry, but I'm not interested in you," I responded and shook my head.

"The fuck!" He bitterly swore.

"Give me your effing address! Or else you will be ended up in my condo, and I'm going to fuck you hard."

A spark came alive inside me, and we stared. His deep brown eyes are telling me no jokes. He was serious, alright.

My cheek flushed, and as I bit my lower lip, my throat became dry.

Yes, he is not joking. I don't think he's joking. People like him will never play for this. They get what they want. I twinkled my eyes, trying to clear up my thoughts, but our kiss inside the bar kept playing inside my mind. I want to taste him again. I honestly liked it.

My goodness. What's wrong with me?

"Uhm, number 28, New St. La Miranda Bloomingdale Subdivision," I answered, covering my mouth. I am going to puke my eyes if I will vomit inside this luxurious car. I don't think I can afford a car cleaning.

I saw how Drew's adam's apple moved as he swallowed hard. He inputted my address on the car's GPS and accelerated the car. I grip tightly on the side of my seat. The car felt like flying, and my stomach swirls again. I need something sweet and minty now! Or else I will vomit.

"Don't you have any candy? I will vomit." I covered my mouth.

"Hold it!"

"Hold this? But how?"

"Just effing hold it!"

My lips trembled. I could no longer hold it. I grab my bag and open it. I will do it here. In my bag! This is insane!

"Can you pull over?" I swallowed my saliva.

"Dammit!" He swore, cold enough to listen to my request.

"I said pull over! You, dickhead! Do you want me to vomit here? And then what!?"

I'm fuming with anger now while looking at him straight. I don't care anymore. It's better to vomit outside than inside his car.

He opened the glove box and took something out from it, and immediately, he put something in his mouth. My body jerked as he stepped on the brakes. The car stopped, and Drew quickly unfastened his seatbelt.

"Did you just call me a dickhead?"

My eyes widened when he quickly came forward and kissed me. My heart stopped beating when I felt the push of his tongue inside. It's shocking and yet felt satisfying! I immediately tasted the sweet, minty candy inside his mouth. I shut my eyes and embraced his kisses. It's like we're sucking the candy in our mouth in between our kisses.

I can't believe it! Is this even possible? My whole body turns into jelly. I can't take it anymore. I just want to melt in his arms. I was about to vomit, right? But it seems like I forgot all about it. This is heaven!

I hear the click of the seat adjustment on my side, putting my seat into a laid position. I moaned in excitement when I felt Drew's half-body on top of me.

Oh, my goodness! Will it happen tonight? Inside this car to a stranger? Shit! Wake up, Beauty! This can't be! But I can't stop this. I like how he kissed me. I'm floating on cloud nine. I wanted to be touched by him.

Slowly, I was about to embrace him, but he stopped! He quickly broke away from the kiss and returned to his seat. I was left dumbfounded and still lying down. What a shame! I just give in to him just like that.

He immediately started the car's ignition and accelerated it quickly. I covered my face, feeling ashamed of what happened. The nauseous feeling I had earlier disappeared. The kiss with a minty sweet taste had become my medicine.

I felt the car stop. Drew quickly got out and immediately opened my door side. I was surprised to see a much more precise version of his face, and my heart palpitated.

"Get out. You're home," in his cold, baritone voice.

My forehead creased. It's challenging to get out of his car as my body refuses it. Our eyes locked again one last time, and I could no longer understand the beat of my heart. I twinkled my eyes, feeling hypnotized at this moment. He slowly leaned towards me, and I held my breath. He unlocks my seatbelt, and I release an air as soon as he steps back.

"Oh, God, what was that?" I silently uttered to myself the moment I got out.

I looked at him one last time as he entered his car before he trailed off. He is bloody hot and handsome and, yes, definitely my type.

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