2. Byantara

Kia felt as though a fragment of her memory had vanished due to the intense headache from the alcohol.

The last thing she remembered was the handsome bartender attacking the man in the black shirt. She had whispered seductive words to the bartender, asking him to take her far away so no one could find them.

And then... and then?

Kia groaned softly as a stabbing pain shot through her head, as if a thousand sharp needles were piercing her skin. She slowly opened her eyes and gasped in shock.

A pair of dark eyes, as cold as ice, were staring back at her. Startled, Kia glanced at her surroundings and then at the man, who was still fully dressed. Oh, they hadn’t done anything.

She frowned. "Uh... You're the bartender, right?" she asked while trying to massage her aching temples.

"Where am I?" Kia asked again, realizing she was lying on a large, soft bed in a spacious room with furnishings that resembled those of a luxurious hotel.

The man sitting beside the bed didn’t answer. Instead, he stood up, only to move onto the bed and closer to Kia.

"May I help you massage your head? Maybe I can ease the pain a little."

"Do you even know how to massage?" Kia asked skeptically.

"A bit. I once learned nerve acupressure for healing," the man replied, shrugging, drawing Kia’s attention to the muscles bulging under the white shirt's sleeves.

The man had removed the golden-brown vest, part of his club uniform. Now, he was dressed only in a long-sleeved white shirt rolled up to his elbows and dark brown pants.

"Hm... alright. My head already hurts. Even if you make it worse, it won’t matter," Kia remarked dismissively.

She sat up, and the bartender moved behind her, his hands reaching out to gently massage the top of her head from behind.

"Aaaahh... your massage is surprisingly good," Kia moaned, closing her eyes as she enjoyed the firm, circular motions of the man's fingers.

Without realizing it, Kia had leaned her head back against the man’s chest.

"What’s your name?" Kia asked, her voice hoarse from relaxation and drowsiness.

"Byantara," the man answered in a deep, masculine voice. "Is the pressure too much, Miss? Should I ease up?"

Kia responded with a soft murmur, eyes still closed, indicating she was thoroughly enjoying the experience.

"It might be better if you lie down to relax more," the man suggested, and Kia complied.

She murmured softly as Byantara continued massaging not just her head but also her shoulders and arms.

However, when Byantara attempted to return to massaging her head, Kia suddenly grabbed his hand, halting his movements.

Byantara raised a thick eyebrow, silently questioning Kia’s actions.

The girl flashed a smile as beautiful as an angel, making Byantara’s heart race.

"Byan." Kia whispered his name with a soft yet sultry tone, drawing Byantara’s attention to her enticing lips.

"I’ll call you Byan," she continued, sitting up again. With a teasing gesture, she leaned her face closer to Byan’s, never losing the smile she knew could ensnare men in her charms.

"Your massage was sensational, Byan. I liked it. How about becoming my personal masseur, hmm?"

Byan remained silent as Kia flirted with him, though he usually hated it when women teased him. But this time, Byan didn’t brush off Kia’s hand as it wandered across his chest, feeling his muscles.

He was curious to see how far this beautiful woman would go. He wanted to know how much this temptress, with her sad eyes, would make him lose himself.

"Why are you so quiet, Byan? Don’t you like me?" Kia whispered in Byan’s ear. "Am I not attractive enough?"

Byan quickly grabbed Kia’s hand as it started to drive him wild. Damn. How could this girl turn him on so fast?

"I don’t even know your name."

Kia chuckled softly at the way Byan had started using “you” instead of the more formal “Miss.” The glint of desire was evident in his handsome face, and there was no denying he was struggling to control his urges.

"Kia. My name’s Kia," she replied, intentionally placing a soft kiss on Byan’s lips. "Well, now we know each other's names. What’s next?" she teased.

"Kia," Byan repeated, gazing into her beautiful, sleepy eyes. "A name as beautiful as its owner," he complimented with a smile.

"Are you sure you want to do this with me, Kia?"

The girl nodded. "You were chosen by my beer bottle, so it’s only fair. Besides, you’re very handsome and skilled at massaging," Kia said, flashing a playful wink. She then grabbed the hem of her dress, slowly and seductively lifting it until the tight black dress was off and tossed aside.

Byan’s eyes, like any normal man’s, were instantly drawn to her perfectly shaped body, making him swallow hard. As he had suspected, Kia was indeed exquisite.

Her skin was smooth, white, and flawless. Soft and melting like butter when touched. Her full, round breasts were incredibly tempting. The curve of her hips was enough to make any man’s mind soar to the seventh heaven.

The girl was still wearing a black bra and panties, making Byan impatient to strip them off.

"I’ve taken off my dress, now it’s your turn."

Byan snapped out of his daze at Kia’s soft voice. Suddenly, he had the urge to join in the teasing game.

"Why don’t you take it off for me?" Byan asked, raising a thick eyebrow.

Kia tilted her head and bit her lip. "Okay. I’ll do it."

Her delicate fingers began to dance over the front of Byan’s white shirt. She took her time unbuttoning it, deliberately teasing Byan, making his desire burn even hotter.

"Screw it." Byan yanked Kia’s hands away from his shirt, which was already half undone. "I’ll go crazy if I have to wait any longer," he growled, capturing Kia’s soft lips with a fierce kiss, driven by the need to vent the passion that was making his brain short-circuit.

Kia responded to Byan’s kiss with equal fervor. Aside from that damned Alex Guntoro, Byan was the only man who had ever made her feel so dizzy with desire. Byantara.

Byan moved his kisses to Kia’s slender neck as the girl’s breathing quickened. With a deep hunger, Byan sucked on her soft, white skin, making Kia moan softly, a mix of pain and pleasure.

He then pushed Kia down forcefully, causing her to fall back onto the bed.

Impatiently, Byan tore open his shirt, not bothering with the remaining buttons, ripping the fabric apart, sending buttons scattering across the bed and some hitting the floor.

Kia smiled in admiration at the chiseled muscles that adorned Byan’s strong body. This man clearly took great care of his physique, evident from the lean, solid muscle and perfect abs.

Byan quickly positioned himself above Kia, supporting his weight on his elbows so that his larger body wouldn’t crush the petite, sexy figure beneath him.

"You know, Kia? It wasn’t the tip of that beer bottle that made me your bedmate tonight, but fate," Byan said as he trailed kisses along Kia’s delicate collarbone.

"Fate, huh?" Kia smiled, closing her eyes as she savored Byan’s lips exploring her body. "Yes. Fate. A mere algorithm of cause and effect."

Byan could no longer hear Kia’s words, too focused on removing her bra. His dark eyes shone with admiration at the sight of her beautiful, full, round breasts, with their pink, enticing peaks.

Kia’s fingers dug into Byan’s thick hair, pulling him closer. Her sensuous moans filled the air, making Byan dizzy with desire.

"Uh... Byan..." Kia felt like she was floating as Byan’s fingers, which had been on her breasts, now traveled down to her flat stomach, caressing her silk-like waist.

Lower and lower they went... until they reached their destination.

Byan started by gently stroking, before slipping one finger inside, and beginning to explore.