Pixy's POV
It was one of a party night. I'm holding a glass of champagne and dance like Shakira. I don't care if I bump other people and say sorry afterwards. Swaying my hips side by side while holding my hands up, I easily caughy everyone's attention.
Or maybe they know me?
Either way, I still don't bother to think about them. I'm having fun here, they should too. As I continued dancing, someone's behind me. Trying to dance with me too. I look at my behind and found some unknown guy. I stopped dancing and get stunned by his gorgeous facade.
Hell, dude! I never saw someone so hot looking like him! With his chiseled jaw and menacing eyes, he can easily get all the girls he wanted. Including me!
"You're pretty, but I want to dance behind you." even his voice is hot. Its like a spell that speak to my body and do whatever he wanted.
Then, he began to grind against me. I was so turned on that I even dance like a slut. He hold my waist and move it the way he wanted. I can now feel his hardness poking on my butt. My cheeks burned.
I never, ever, deny that it was freaking good. I've been into different guys but this one feels really good. Like he can sent me to the other world just by grinding on me.
"So sexy, shit!" we stopped dancing after some blackout. The lights turned off and everyone is shouting. I see nothing but I can feel the man behind me. His hands still on my waist.
Then the lights turned on. We were all stunned on our place especially when we saw police arresting each one of us. And the man behind me arresting me, too.
"What? What the hell is this?" I asked him and got no answer. "You can't just put this damn thing on my wrist without proper notice. You don't even have a single paper to arrest me, mister!" I started shouting as everyone of us panicky shouting.
He hold my glass and bring closer to his nose.
"Did you already sip on this?" he asked. And I'm thinking if I already take a sip on my drink. I can't barely remember but as soon as Gigs, the owner, gave me this I didn't have a single time to drink it.
I shake my head.
"Really?" doubtness was written in his face.
"I'm telling the truth. And what's on that drink that matters to you, anyway?"
"This drink is served with you, milady, with drugs. But I still can't believe you unless I prove it." what the hell with this guy? I didn't drink tonight because I'll meet my Dad. I can't be sober in front of him.
"Then? How can you prove—" my sentence was stopped by his dominating kiss.
His lips was so soft but his kiss were rough. His tongue is trying to enter my mouth and began to taste every corner. The kiss was so good that I can feel some butterflies on my stomach. He held my nape pulling me deeply into his mouth. He sips my tongue and got really a taste of it.
"Hmmm..." I'm pushing my head away from him to get some air but he couldn't let me. He pull my head more deeply and angrily kissing me.
As soon as he pulled away, I catch more of air.
"Damn, you're so sweet. I can take you home." he whispers as he, too, catching his breath.