Can't believe

Sierra

I was drinking and a bit too much for my liking, I don't know why I stayed sober for so long it feels so good to be finally letting go of work and problems and just having fun. The loud music and the drinks reminds me of the parties we used to have when in college. I was so wild back then and used to have so much fun. It feels like forever already, Kate is right I need to loosen up a bit and enjoy myself too. Work and problems can wait, I definitely need some more booze. I stood up from the counter needing to use the restroom.

“You can’t possibly be leaving so soon,” a deceptively seductive voice murmurs close to my ear, making me all the more tense as his warm breath fans my cheek and leaves unbidden chills in its wake. The voice was hoarse and husky leaving tingles over my body.

Oh. My. God. You’ve got to be kidding me. How much has he had to drink? The person behind me seems to be drunk, I can smell wine on him. I didn't turn behind to look at the person because he is giving me bad bod vibes and seems trouble. Been there done that, now I need someone regular and good, I don't want bad boys anymore. I have learned my lesson and I have learnt it the hard way.

I clear my throat, but I refuse to turn around. “I’m pretty sure I’m not your type,” I say, but my voice sounds off, a little higher than I want it to be. I tried to sound confident but the strong aura that I can sense behind me is making me conscious.

“And how would you know that?” he asks, pressing his front closer to my back. Oh damn. He’s turned on turned on because of me. This would be hilarious if I would have been interested in bad boys but I can't break my resolution for anyone else. I have decided, even though I want to have a look at him and maybe just have a bite of him but I can't.

I don't know what should I do, I want to straight out refuse the person standing behind me pressing his hard on against me but I am too much interested and I fucking came here to get laid. It won't hurt right if I look at him and maybe... maybe if he is as good as his voice I may give him a chance.

I was contemplating what to do when he pressed himself harder this time, making me groan in frustration and pleasure. I want it bad but there is this nagging voice in the back of my mind telling me stay afar.

I turn around, giving him a second to study me, and his eyes widen in horror as his drink sputters from his choking mouth. It was just unbelievable to find him here after so long. I still do remember him even though it has been long. I can't believe he is here in real.

My eyebrow cocks up as he stumbles backwards, making a fool of himself. I’m definitely going to pay for this. I should have listened to my logical self. The fuck what is he doing here. Oh my fucking luck out of this world.  

He is no other than Faris, the only person in highschool I hated with almost everything I had because  I really liked him. I had caught him staring at me but brushed it off thinking of it as nothing and sometimes I too used to stalk him and like the stupid person that I am, I thought he liked me and maybe.. my silly self thought that maybe we could date or something because I was really smitten by him and his charms back at that time. He was handsome back than with his boyish charm and grin but now he is here infront of me even better. making me choke on my breathe.

He aged better just like fine wine, never expected to find him here out of all places and in such a compromising position, if it had been back then I would have loved it even play with it a bit, but now it's all different and he just can't come out of nowhere and want to hook up.

“Sierra?” he says through a cough, sounding as though he’s surprised and shocked in the same breath. I can’t help it; I stifle my laughter, but my mocking smile creeps into place. I don't believe that he just came here without looking my face or maybe he just is too drunk to think before act. 

But the one thing that stuck in my mind is that he remembers me, "Sierra..." just the way he called out my name and believe me I am not lying it ignited something deep within. I am shaking internally with all the extra attention that I have been getting. Old habits die hard, back then too I was affected by him and still after so many years I am affected by him. I had dated before and had been out with boys and stuff but never had anyone affected me like he does. It is a foreign feeling and it just feels so different.

“No,” he says, shaking his head as if he’s seeing things, hating himself in this moment. I don't know the change of emotions or what has been happening with him but I think he just didn't expected to see me here. Well I am a bit too shocked to see him here too.

“Yes,” I say, relishing my ounce of power before he jerks it away. I moved a bit away from because being this close to him brings back the memories when I just wanted to fuck him, damn.. I was so stupid back then. He was a playboy then and a playboy now nothing has ever changed but he did change a bit and turned into the man who is every women's fantasy.

“Fuck,” he hisses, staring at his bottle of beer as though it’s the enemy. Then those murderous eyes cut back toward me, and I almost shrivel up. “Is it really you Sierra or am I too drunk to make out faces clearly?”

"What are you doing here and in these clothes?" he said while eyeing me up and down like he owns me or I am his already. It did make me a bit uncomfortable and conscious of his gaze but I am no shy and sweet person, if he is good at playing then I am better.

No. I won’t cower down to him. I won't let him dominate me or treat me like I don't know what I am doing here or play good girl before him.

“Probably the same thing you’re doing. Having fun in a place where no one was supposed to know me," I said a bit too confident of myself while the bartender made his drink and served it.

He waves it off, acting as though he’s terrified of what might be in it. “I changed my mind,” he mumbles, setting his almost-finished bottle on the bar.

I have to get away while I still can. I can't believe what just happened and though I am acting all strong and confident but I am puddle inside. He is making.e loose control and the way he is so close and intoxicating my nostrils with his scent I am sure I will jump him embarrassing myself.

“Sierra?” a familiar voice says, but unlike the last familiar voice, this one is welcome.

“Kate,” I say, smiling, so damn grateful she’s here. I am so happy to have finally found her, I know she would help me get away from here without embarrassing myself in front of him. 

She looks from me to Faris as if she’s confused. No doubt she’s become painfully aware of our horrible history by now. She was in highschool with me, we go way back. She is aware of my crush for him. She knows how bad it was and how hard it was to get over what had happened in the past.

“You two together?” she asks incredulously. She is shocked to see us together knowing me and my history with him.

I laugh, but Faris still seems to be in utter shock.

“No. I just met him here while looking for you, where were you I couldn't find you for the past half hour or so?” I ask, not elaborating on the screwed-up situation.

“Yeah... just met someone," she said blushing. Less than one hour here and she already found someone. I can't believe her, she found someone so soon for getting back to our hotel room. We booked just incase anyone of us got lucky.

"I told him I’d meet him here," she said eyeing me and Faris together though the evil smirk on her face was unmissable.

She cornered me while Faris was still in his place dumbfounded and seeming a bit lost and out of place. The drink and everything with our past making him loose control.

"You know, I am going with the guy to his place he didn't want to go to some hotel room. So incase if you and.. Faris need it here is the key," she said handing me the key to our hotel room while eyeing Faris all the time, checking him out.

"He looks great by the way," she said whistling while I can't help but be possessive about it. I know I am being unrealistic and irrational but I can't help it, old habits die hard. The way he looks with his body and his face it's hard to ignore his all masculinity and his hardness. He seems like a piece of work and damn that lips of him my traitorous eyes finds his lips wanting to have a bite of him.

I just bit my lip hard to control myself and not to behave irrational. It just gets harder with the time passing by.

***

Faris

Un-fucking-belie able. Why am I still watching her? What is wrong with me? Why is my damn dick still hard?

Ah, hell. Is she really biting her lips. It's making me hard. She is looking so fucking sexy dressed like that and with face like that. I can't just take my eyes or my mind off her.

Mike and Tyler seems to have found girls to go with and Rebel too seems occupied with someone and Ryan seems to be making out with some one on the corner side of the booth, and I again, my damn traitorous eyes find the brunette I don’t want to want, and my pants get even tighter, which I didn’t think could be possible. She’s leaning over that table again, and all I can picture is fucking her on that damn thing.

“I’ve lost my damn mind. That’s what happening," I say to drunk self. I am drunk but not too drunk to be able to forget the way she felt in my arms while I was just behind her taking in her intoxicating scent, her heavenly scent making me do things. I want to fuck her so hard for all the lost times. I want to punish her for leaving me like that even though she doesn't have any idea in the slightest of how I felt about her back then. We never were involved, I admired her from far. There were some issues back then happening in my life and I didn't wanted to complicate the mess even more. I was an idiot back then to let her slide away but now I don't know if I can.