Episode 3

My feet move closer to Bullet, who is still sipping tequila at the bar island, as if drawn by gravity. When I got closer to him, I nudged him on the shoulders. The next thing I knew, he was glaring at me like I was a criminal. However, it took a few moments for him to comprehend who I am. He initially smiled once he realized that it was me.

"What are you doing here?" I asked.

"It must be me who should ask you that," he replied emphatically, "what are you doing here?"

"Why? Am I not allowed to be here?" I giggled: "why are you asking that as if I am banned in such places like this?"

"Alright, my mistake," he said with a grin, "it's just that I envision you as someone who is so demure. Do you know? That person who would rather stay in her room, read her favorite book, and go to bed early since she hates having eyebags."

"That's stereotyping," I said, crossing my arms.

"My bad, again," he choked a giggle, "I'm sorry, I simply can't help myself. You don't belong here, and I mean that in a positive way.”

"Forgiven," I scrunch my nose and gestured to the seat beside him. "Is that seat available? Or are you with someone tonight?"

"That is very much available for a stunning lady like yourself, so please, your highness. It is an honor to sit with you," he said, gesturing with his palm as if the seat he was referring to had sparkles on it. I attempted to block out the phrase "your highness" because it usually makes me uneasy. Hearing those statements for half of my life disturbed me so much that I learnt to forget them like someone who had just been released from the hospital with amnesia.

Finally, I just rolled my eyes at him and sat alongside him.

"But honestly, why are you here? And why did you appear so lonely and melancholy earlier?

He blinked a few times, clearly surprised by the inquiry, "What do you mean lonely and sad?"

I shrug, "You seem unhappy, which is a long cry from how I greeted you this morning. Have some problems? Would you care to share? My ears are ready to hear your rant."

"Oh," he laughed and sighed. "You must be a psychiatrist. You accurately understood how I felt right now."

That is my talent. I can accurately read people's emotions. I enjoy observing people, which may explain why I can swiftly assess their emotions and draw assumptions that are usually correct. Living with the Royal Family honed this talent, as did the internal disputes around the palace. It was tiring and sapped the life out of me.

"So… care to share?" I smiled at him before taking the last sip of my tequila.

"Hmm," he sighed again and glanced at my face for a long while. Then he groaned, "I'm not comfortable discussing my concerns. I apologize.”

I nodded, "Okay, if you say so. I'll stop pushing. How about this? How about we hang out for the remainder of the night so you can forget about your worries in life?"

"That sounds good," he said, finally smiling broadly and genuinely. He then ordered another round of tequila for us.

Time passed by. I completely forgot about Jill because my attention is now solely focused on Bullet. I forgot to notice the amount of tequila that I just drank. Before I can stop myself, I'm dragging Bullet to the dance floor, where a sea of people are dancing to Chris Brown's song.

“Hey, Cassie. Seems like you've already drunk too much," Bullet whispered from my ears. He must do it since the music is becoming too loud. It's about 12 a.m. now, and the crowd is going crazy. Yes, even Jill is dirty dancing with a guy right now. I can see her from nearby, and she even winked at me while biting her lip. If something happens to her tonight, I may be unable to meet my commitments to safeguard her. I'm also coping with my own mess.

"Hey," Bullet said quietly to me again. His breath is warm and smells like mint. We just drank tequila, so why does his breath smell fine? What exactly is wrong with this guy? Why is he so perfect?

"Why?" I smiled at him, my eyes a little tired, "I'm just enjoying the moment. What's wrong with that?"

"You are grazing your behind on my crotch and it is making me feel things," he muttered again, and that was when I regained consciousness. I opened my eyes and covered my mouth. I realized I was now emulating Jill's dance! I already touched his crotch with my own butt! No wonder I can feel how that thing started to get hard and warm!

I can feel the blood on my cheeks as I hide my face.

"I am so sorry," I winced, "it's the tequila." I winced more.

He simply smiled at me with a knowing grin, "It's okay, I enjoyed it."

I whacked him on his strong arms, "crazy!"

He chuckled: "But kidding aside, maybe we should get some fresh air outside, it's getting hot in here." He scrunched his nose.

I simply nodded my head at him. I followed his lead as he headed outside the club. I am now completely allowing Jill to do anything she wants tonight. I'll just sort it out later. All I want right now is to spend time with Bullet since I appreciate his company.

The moment we stepped outside the club, fresh air greeted my face. The next thing I knew, I was just following Bullet up to the nearby convenience shop.

"Please wait here. I'll buy us something inside," he said before entering the store. I just occupied myself by sitting in the seat outside. Fresh air is caressing my flesh. If I'm not intoxicated right now, I might freeze because the air is slightly colder than usual. However, because I am under the influence of alcohol, my body still feels heated.

When Bullet returned to me, he had two bottles of beer in his hands.

I joked, "I assumed you were going to buy me some water or something. You are so unexpected."

He laughed with me and said, "As some may say, never let others know your next move."

"Right, I see it right in front of my eyes," I shook my head and guffawed, "just give me one. I will accompany you on your journey also known as your” I raised my hands and gestured as if quoting, “next move."

"Sure, Ma'am," he said before handing me the bottle of beer.

At the time, I had no idea where this would lead me. I had more tequila inside the club; now that I'm drinking beer, I might throw up, but I'll drink it anyhow. There is something about Bullet that is difficult to counter. He has a spell on him that causes you to simply obey everything he says. Perhaps this is the benefit of having such a handsome face.

He also began sipping his beer.

"Hey, tell me…" My eyes are tired now, and they are shutting reflexively. "What are you going to do in five years? Do you have any goals that you desire to reach in the future?" I drank beer before continuing, "or anything else about the future that you badly want to happen in your life."

"Hmm, future?" He gazed up at the sky and smiled before returning his gaze to me: "I don't have any intentions for the future. I just want to enjoy what I have right now, because what is the point of having a future if you can't enjoy what you have now? The future is meaningless if you don't have a fantastic past to look back on, you know."

Shoot… Why does he look sexier when he speaks so maturely?

"You're quite smart, huh?" I smirked at him, "But yeah, I have to agree with you. The future is nothing if you don't have a past to reflect on."

"How about you? Do you have any intentions for the future?"

"I was meant to, but after hearing your ideas for the future. I suppose I'd rather not have any plans moving forward," I drank from the bottle again, "because I don't want to stress myself out about the future. You are correct; we only live once. Why can't we simply enjoy it?"

"Right," he sipped, and I could see his rosy lips getting wet from the alcohol. Mindlessly, I steadied my eyes from there. 

"Thinking about what we have now," he continued. In my thoughts, his lips are moving slowly in a way that my heart cannot bear: "What do you want to do now?"

I swallowed hard. He's now smiling and biting his lips, and I can't stop the heat that's forming between my legs.

"I want to kiss you," I blurted out before I could stop myself.

"What?" He laughed and massaged my head, "You are drunk—"

But I cut him off. I got closer to him and pulled his face toward mine. And then our lips met. I felt his lips were soft and warm. The effects of drinking encouraged me to move my lips and kiss him thoroughly.

But, to my astonishment, he did answer.

We are currently kissing in front of the vacant highway and city lights. My heart is pounding like crazy. Adrenalines are now gaining over my system as I pull his nape, allowing his lips to contact mine more deeply.

"I… wanna…" He bit my lips, causing me to moan, "I wanna make love with you, Cassie."

"Bullet, hmm," our kiss is beginning to turn fiery. "Uhmm…"

His lips are incredibly enticing. I felt myself needing him more as I messed up the hair above his nape.

"C-Can I own you just for tonight?" He asked, kissing me hard.

…and I merely nodded my head.

He was the one who cut our kiss. He glanced at me with charcoal gray eyes full of lust for flames.

"Please, don't regret this tomorrow."

Those were his final comments before he stood up with a hard object in the crotch area of his pants. I was overwhelmed by how lengthy it was, but my thoughts were fixed on his face as he carried me like we were newlyweds.

"I will do nasty things with you, baby," he said in my ears before placing me in the passenger seat of his car, "and you will crave more after this."

He sat in the driving seat. I felt nothing but a warm sensation between my thighs. It grew warmer as I felt his palm on top of it. We were kissing again before I realized it. This time, it was deep, needy, and he was really pushy. His lips are indeed intoxicating. It was so good that I started to get wet from my core.

Then I slightly squeak the moment the backrest suddenly went down. But the momentum came back when he kissed me so hard again as if he was craving for my lips for a very long time. I'm now lying down, while Bullet continues to enjoy kissing my lips as if they were his property.

That was my wildest night.

After we were done in his car, he drove all the way to his condo unit and we made love more there. 

I'm a virgin... I let Bullet be my first. I let him do whatever he wanted on my body. I let him own me for just a night. Until all of a sudden, I slowly closed my eyes. Tired out of pleasure and physical pain I gained by how Bullet entered me deep. That night, I had a dream about a man and burst into tears while staring at his face. That man's name is Bullet.

His face was still the first thing I noticed when I awoke the next morning. I originally grinned while holding his sharp jaw. He is ridiculously attractive... I must be regretting all that happened last night, but I can't do so in front of a man whose face resembles that of Greek gods. This is the first time I was drawn to a guy, and I want to hit myself for feeling more attracted to him because of the pleasure he gave me last night. That was the finest. Before he owned me, I never felt more like a woman.

I merely groaned and gulped; I should have left by now, before he saw I was awake. The last thing I want is for him to make love with me again because my core still hurts from how big his manhood is.

Slowly, I stood up. My knees are shaking as I put so much effort in putting my underwear and shirt on. But I was in the process of bringing my pants up to my waist when someone stormed into the room.

It was a lady, and she appeared to be my age.

Initially, her eyes widened. However, the flames of fury eventually yield to it. Until she yelled so loudly that I forgot all about my hangover from the night before.

"You bitch! What have you done with my man?! I am going to kill you!!!"

That moment, I wanted the ground to just eat me alive.