Chapter Nine

Valentine

“Score!” I yelled frantically the second I scored the very last beer standing on the table. 

I smirked pleasurably as I merely observe the disappointed faces of these motherfuckers who are attempting to steal my crown in beer pong when they already knew that challenging me in this won’t give them any chance closer to beating me not even scoring just one beer for that. I’m a sure hit in this kind of games, and maybe that’s one of the reasons why I’m the soccer team’s captain for three years. I’m undoubtedly another eligible candidate for the basketball varsity team, and I’m sure I’m going to be the best asset on their team, but I know what I want, and I prefer kicking balls rather than shooting them.

“Man! That was so greedy of you," Greg cried in crushing defeat impulsively throwing the Ping-pong balls away.

“No, I’m not that greedy man. I’m just gifted, and you aren’t,” I said avoiding further conversation with him and his gang as I suddenly grabbed the beer before deciding to start having the real fun tonight which is to find someone to bang and settling on a couch with a few girls gossiping. I snaked my arms into a random girl’s shoulder.

“Hey there, sexy lady,” I whispered to her ear, making her giggle in a very pleasurable way. I know these things remain the vulnerable points of most girls and that their hormones often go berserk whenever.

“Hey there, pretty boy” She smiled back as she slowly inched her skinny body nearer towards mine.

“What’s your name?” I asked, caressing her skin just to start, kneading it up and down to produce friction.

“Janice” She laughed nervously, but I can sense that she’s beginning to admire me by that. For a second I thought she was going to ask my name because if she does, I won’t give her my real name at all, but she didn’t, and somehow that was a pleasant relief.

“That’s a very pretty name. Want to go chat upstairs with me?” I said knowing I was going too fast with that thing, but that’s just really me. I’m not expecting her to turn me down, but if she does then, I don’t give a shit about it. Besides, there’s a whole bunch of sexy ladies in this party that I can choose from.

“Sure” She nodded with a grin on her face letting me know that we were thinking the very same goal.

We both stood as she bid a quick farewell to some of her friends who giggled girlishly like she just won the jackpot before we went upstairs to secure a room. I’m feeling lucky right now. I mean, I feel lucky every day and every night just because I consistently get what I want the easy way. But then I began feeling strangely guilty when I saw Dominic leaning against the wall talking to a long-legged girl who I instantly recognized to be Francine, one of the few girls I slept with that I remembered their names. His face was kind of rough, I guess I hit him harder than I should’ve not that I didn’t expect it to be that rough but damn it was rough as fuck and yet he still looks like nothing had happened to him. He was even smiling like a dog which rapidly dissolved the guilt from me and replaced it with increasing irritation as to why he’s even here. I’m not judging him for attending this party but honesty, I just thought that he was the type of guy who doesn’t attend house parties like this and would stay home late at night reading books and answering Soduko puzzle’s and stuffs like that just because they think it’s a hassle, plus he’s a smartass and a very refined person as far as I’m aware. However, I know he can’t control his anger when the matter’s about his friends, but I guess I’m wrong at that.

He’s actually unpredictable.

Somehow, I instantly thought Dominic was hitting on her but judging by the looks of it; they were like chatting about random stuff and then when Francine was about to leave him alone I hastily pushed Janice against the wall and began kissing her just in the right angle so that Francine won’t have to recognize me. When Francine was gone, I stopped kissing Janice then went quickly towards Dominic.

“What are you doing here?” I asked, trying to establish my voice intimidating. From a mere distance, I can tell that he was trembling like a wet cat, maybe he was scared of me, and he should be, I’m a force to be reckoned with, or else I’m going to add another bruise on his right cheek to make it even with the other one on his left cheek. He took a deep breath before opening his mouth to talk.

“Nothing. I’m just here trying to enjoy my youth,” He spat bravely boosted by the deep breath he took. I can see how bad that punch was, that was not even my ace punch, to begin with. He looked somehow rough, and yet I can see how flawless his skin was. “Listen, Valentine, Francine invited me here okay…….. And besides, this is not your party, to begin with so technically you can’t question why I’m over here or even make me leave, but because you’re here, I should probably take my leave anyway.”

I was about to cautiously open my mouth and utter some sentences as a response to him when he forcefully pushed me out of his way, partially knocking me off balance before trudging downstairs. When I gained back my proper balance, I promptly followed him downstairs and outside the house to ultimately catching him behind a sedan which I believed to be Francine’s family car.

“Why the fuck did you pushed me?” I scowled at him, subsequently clutching the collar of his shirt. My mood was now off the grid and now focused on him.

I thought he was going to struggle or fight back, and I was already buckled up to whatever he’s planning to do, but he was surprisingly calm. I mean, he was trying to kill his frustrations and anger by closing his eyes then taking a deep breath.

“I said why the fuck did you pushed me? No one pushes me unless they want to pick a fight,” I repeated pinning his skinny body towards the sedan. “You want a fight, pretty boy?”

After a few seconds, he was just staring at me like he just woke up from a satisfying sleep to me, pushing him against the car overwhelmed with much anger. His grey eyes were fastened into a ball that seemed to be seductive during night time. I know he’s scared, but I can tell that he’s trying to shake that by just staring at me which obviously made me cringe.

“What are you staring at?” I finally asked, letting my grip off and stepping an inch back away from him.

“No-nothing” He defended, turning away as his cheeks turned a like a tomato.

“Really?” I yawned in mock belief.

“I…..Whatever,” He muttered fiercely shoving his shaking hands into his private pockets.

He carefully turned to face me. His eyelids were partially open willingly giving me the sleepy impression of a grey-eyed man with fine symmetrical features to start with. I heard light footsteps coming my way and subsequently pushing me against the car with full force that I didn’t expect it. He held his cold hand up my face until I was staring directly into his grey eyes. The inner half of me wanted to just shake his hands off my face and punch him, but the other half told me to stay put, which I did. I watched as his eyes wondered questioningly across my face making me run my tongue unconsciously across my parched lips.

In a strange static second, I noticed myself moan pleasurably as he brought my face down to his, slowly and sensually plastering his lips over mine. Surprisingly, I’m aware of everything that’s happening to me right now, but I felt terribly weak and submissive that I don’t have the strength to push Dominic away from me or even struggle. I felt our lips moved together in flawless sync like the beat of music going smooth with the upbeat vocals and auto-tunes. I let my hands grab his hair in a second, pushing his face closer towards mine. He tastes like cherry and grapes mixed, creating a sweet formula. Although I felt a little bit embarrassed because my mouth probably tastes like vapid beer and smells terrible but that didn’t stop me from passionately devouring his mouth.

This time I steered the wheel to dominating the kiss Dominic started. My mouth was in total control of everything, and I was like eating his whole mouth like a fruit. My tongue wandered like a snake in swift motion inside his mouth as I kept sucking his lips for some reason. I slammed his slender body against my buffer build just to comprehend how real this thing was.

This must be a dream for fuck's sake or a nightmare. I don’t even know what this is. I’m actually kissing Dominic fucking Warren.

I admit to never kissing a guy before not even attempting much in curiosity, but this felt actually better than kissing a girl just now. How is that even………...ugh fuck. I don’t know why, but I just kept sucking his lips like it was a flavored pacifier until then he began struggling. I groaned in disapproval as he withdrew his lips away from me.

“Why’d you stop?” I asked in disfavor as he inched a few steps back from me. This thing happened fast that even if I’m aware of everything, I still can’t comprehend any of it.

“Why not?” He replied, raising a confident grin.

“What do you mean, why not?” I asked in confusion somehow I didn’t want this kiss to end just right now when I’m heating up.

Wait, what? He isn’t just going to ignore what just happened between us, is he? I’m cut off mid-kiss, and I’m starting to have a fucking boner. The fuck, how’d that happen? I felt overwhelmingly abashed by this fucking ugh……

I felt my face go warmer as I quickly covered it with my hands.

“Seems like you’re horny,” He said, smiling a little. His tone was emotionless, though, like he was trying to mock me in a very displeasing manner.

Okay, that was the strangest and lamest five minutes of my life. I was just about to punch him again, but instead, we ended up kissing each other, and now he was going to ignore the kiss he initiated.

“Go find some insecure girls with a very voluptuous body to play with, like you always do,” Dominic finished with a smug expression before finally walking away from me.

My ears went hot in anger. So that was it? That was just to piss me off because I broke up with Yhannie?

Clearly, he was not yet over with this thing.