1: Intoxication

(Dada's POV)

IT'S the 25th of July. This is a very special day for me 'cause on this very same date, I met the person that gave me the reason for wanting to wake up every morning—Tristan, my boyfriend. He was there to help me get up every time I fell. He was there to be my crying shoulder every time I thought I couldn't do it anymore. He was there every time I needed him.

And here I am, already on my way to his place to celebrate this very special day. I didn't tell him that I'll be dropping by his place because I wanted to surprise him. It's been almost a week since we last saw each other because of our clashing schedules. I couldn't afford another day of not seeing him, the reason why I worked overtime last night to clear my schedule for today.

When I arrived in front of his house, I started calling him before I got out my car. But to my dismay, he's not answering my call. With creased brows, I walked towards the gate while still trying to contact him. But just like the first call, he didn't pick it up.

He didn't have work today so why is he not answering any of my calls? This is odd. This is the first time that he didn't have work and I can't contact him.

I pressed the doorbell and waited for someone to open the gate but minutes later, no one did. I pressed it again and waited but still no one responded.

"We have no other choice, Danielle," I told myself. I took a deep breath before I walked towards the mini gate and pressed my right thumb on the handle.

The mini gate was protected by a fingerprint lock. Tristan registered mine so that I can enter his place anytime I want. But this is the first time that I'll be using it to enter his property.

The place was so quiet which was also shocking because he loves music. The situation made me nervous. It felt like there was something wrong going on. I was having a second thought of still going in or I'll just go home. But the need to see him was stronger so I bravely entered his house. And the moment I entered, I immediately regretted what I did.

At the living room, the first thing I noticed was the scattered clothes. My chest started tightening because the clothes I was looking at were also owned by a woman. The fact that Tristan lives here by himself made my suspicion stronger. He's not here alone.

I know it's not right to accuse him just like that but my woman's instinct was kicking on. Why would a woman's clothes be scattered in my boyfriend's living room together with his clothes? Only fools will believe that it was just there because of nothing...and I'm not one of them.

Then all of a sudden, I heard some noises upstairs. Without a second thought and out of curiosity, I followed the noise. My heart started beating fast when I heard noises coming from his room. And I'm very sure that that noise isn't just any ordinary noise because the noise sounded like moans.

I wasn't born yesterday for me to not know what's happening inside. My eyes immediately started tearing up as I walked closer to his room. Hearing the noise clearer this time, it felt like someone just stabbed my chest a thousand times.

"Oh my gosh! Yeah! Baby! Harder, please!" Moaned by a girl. It sounded familiar but maybe I was wrong and that it was just the same. She won't do this to me even if we treat each other as enemies. "Shit! That's it! I love you, babe!"

"I love you! Shit!" Tristan answered which made me freeze. Did he just say that? "This is heaven, Brie. Ah!"

My hand was trembling when I held the doorknob. I already know what's happening inside but I still wanted to see it with my own eyes and made myself believe that it's not real, that maybe I was just imagining things. I wanted to know who's the girl he's with and that I'm not right in thinking that it was who I was thinking of because I truly believe that she can't do that to me, that she will never betray me like this.

I slowly turned the knob and slightly opened the door. And just like what I expected, they are naked in the bed and enjoying each other's company like they are not betraying someone—me.

My heart shattered as I stood there watching him enjoying someone else. But my shattered heart was shattered more when I finally confirmed who's the girl he's with.

Tears rolled down my cheeks but I wiped it immediately. I shouldn't  cry because of this. I silently took a deep breath after I made sure that there's no more trace that I cried before clearing my throat that got their attention and stopped what they were doing.

"Bright!" Tristan immediately got up and pulled the blanket to cover the girl's nakedness before he picked a towel on the floor to cover his.

"How's life, dear boyfriend?" I said casually, like I just didn't witness their betrayal and immorality. I also made sure that there wasn't any single trace of hurt or nervousness in my voice. I intently stared at him before I glanced at the girl. "Enjoying my older sister?"

Yes, my sister. He cheated with my own fucking sister. My own flesh and blood. Of all the girls out there, why does it have to be my sister?

He walked towards me. "Let me explain—"

I raised my right hand to stop him. "Stop right there!" He stopped almost a meter away from me. "Don't you dare take another step closer to me." I put down my hand then glanced at my sister when she stood up and picked her clothes like there was no commotion going on. That made me laugh unbelievably before I turned my attention to Tristan who was staring at me. "You want to explain?" I laughed with no humor. "Really, Tristan?"

"Laine—"

My face turned sour. "Don't call me that. You don't have the right to call me that again."

Only people close to me had the right to call me that and after what I just witnessed, he already lost the right to that.

He released a sigh of defeat. "Listen to me first."

"Listen to you first?" My left brow raised high. "Are you fucking kidding me?" I shook my head disappointingly. "I saw what I saw, Tristan. You're enjoying my sister's body and no explanation will ever change that."

I was very proud of myself for still not breaking down. I can't believe that I can endure this much. I really wanted to hurt them physically but I know that I'll be the one ending up getting hurt badly.

"Stop wasting your time on her, Tristan."

Our attention went to my sister who's looking at us emotionlessly. She's calmly buttoning her top.

"She'll never listen to your explanation."

"Brie, please!" Tristan pleaded frustratingly. "Just get dressed and go."

"Wow! Really, Tristan?" She laughed unbelievably. "After enjoying my body?"

"This is between me and my girlfriend."

"After seeing us earlier, you think she'll still consider you as her boyfriend?" She mocked before she started picking her things.

I stepped backwards and Tristan felt it. He turned to me and was about to say something but I spoke first.

"We're done, Tristan."

He tried to hold me but I hurriedly went out of his room.

"Bright!" He shouted but I walked faster down the stairs, not minding even if I fell down or something. I just wanted to get out of his house and away from him. "Wait, Bright!"

He followed me downstairs but I was fast enough to run outside. I didn't even look back, not because I don't want him to see me crying, but because I don't want to be defeated by the love I have for him.

I was already opening my car when he was running towards the gate. I shook my head at him before I entered my car and immediately locked the door. He knocked at the window but I focused myself on starting the engine. I drove the car and it was too late for him to run in front to stop me. I drove away with tears rolling down on my cheeks like a river.

My vision was blurry so I drove slowly. I couldn't afford to be in an accident after what happened. I wiped my tears with the back of my left hand.

He's an asshole! Of all people, he chose my sister. They both should rot in hell!

I drove without any particular destination until it was already getting dark. I maneuvered the car slowly when I spotted a bar. And without thinking twice, I drove towards it.

Heaven's.. So this was the famous bar in town?

No one stopped me when I entered. I walked straight to where the bartender was and ordered a drink.

"Tequila." I said.

It's my first time drinking without any of my friends but I don't care. I wanted to get wasted tonight.

I hate him! I hate her! I loathe both of them to hell!

As soon as I finished drinking the fifth drink that I ordered, someone sat beside me. I stayed staring at the shot glass until that person spoke.

"Give me the usual, Clay," a baritone voice said that immediately got my attention.

With sleepy eyes because of the tequila, I slowly glanced at him. I was thankful that my arms were propped up on the counter, otherwise I might have fallen off the chair upon seeing who it was.

I knew this man. Lots of people knew him. He's the most sought-after bachelor in town, Joshua Elijah Fuentaverde. Different magazines love featuring him that made women swoon more at the mere sight of him. Even though his smiles are so dear, many are still chasing him.

But those pictures on the magazine didn't do him justice. I'm not lying if I say he was like a Greek God from Mount Olympus. That handsome face... That deep tantalizing grey eyes, straight nose and square jaw... God took his time creating him.

"Another shot of whiskey, Clay," he ordered. After getting his order, he immediately drank it in one shot.

I gasped when he suddenly glanced at my direction but I regained myself immediately. I don't know if it was the tequila's effect but my throat suddenly felt dry when my gaze went down to his lips.

His lips...they were kissable for sure. I felt like there's this strong urge that wants me to kiss his lips. I simply shook my head to stop my thoughts.

Stop staring at him, woman!... I rebuked myself. I want to look away but I can't. It was as if something was stopping me from looking away.

"Ahm..." I trailed off, looking straight in his. I don't know what to say.

He gave me a bored look. "What?"

That made me freeze.  He talked! Joshua Elijah Fuentaverde just talked to me!

"Can I... Ahm..." I really don't know what to say. Why the hell am I even talking to him in the first place?

He stared at me. "Can you do what?"

I bowed down my head and closed my eyes tightly before lifting my head again and looking straight into his eyes.

"Just—"

"Can I kiss you?"