"What are you doing here?" my eyes widened when a realization dawned on me. "You're gatecrashing!"
He denied my accusation. "No, I'm invited."
I don't believe him! "Liar! I didn't see you on the guestlist!"
"How would you know? You don't even know my name."
Oh. Of course! But how did he know?
"How could you say that I didn't know? Who knows if I had you investigated?" I meant Leigh.
"Oh? Did the information get delivered to you, then? I guess not. I doubled the price of your friend's payment."
My eyes widened.
"Oh my God! You blocked the information. That's why Leigh's investigator didn't come back! You, pervert monkey stalker! Get off of me, creepy jerk!" I struggled.
"I'm going to shout your name. And that will catch your mother's attention. Do you want that?"
I was even more surprised. "Do you know my mother?"
"She's the celebrant and I am invited. How could I not know?" He brought his mouth close to my ear and whispered my name, "Right, Raciella Herrerias?"
With all my might, I pulled myself against his chest. He did not move to come any closer.
"You are creepy! Stop pestering me." I turned my back on him.
"You look stunning, Miss Raciella Herrerias," he said with his voice a bit loud and clear.
The people who are dancing slightly slowed in their tracks. I could feel all their eyes staring at us.
I quickly faced him again. "Darn you!" I cursed.
He only let a lopsided smirk and pulled me to squeeze in his arms. I was pinned to the wall of his chest. I try to push him but he won't just let go.
"It fascinates me to think that you always want to run away from people. Be it from others or me," he whispered with real curiosity.
"I run away from you because you're a pervert. Why can't you just stop bugging me? If you are that horny, just go find someone else!"
I'm becoming salty, I know. But I just can't help it. I looked up at him so I could clearly see his face. He just lifted his eyebrows and lips. "And your mouth is emitting too many foul words. Makes me want to tame it."
Fvck! He kissed me in front of the crowd! I was just about to protest when he suddenly stopped.
"Raciella?" Mommy's voice crept in. She spotted me!
The pervert jerk smirked.
"If you want to escape from here so bad, then escape with me," he moved quickly and ran out of the hall with me.
I've lost time to think anymore. All I knew was that it was like we were in a maze running while trying to escape from Mommy's bodyguards!
I still had a bit of a hard time running because of my long gown. If I only knew that something like this would happen, I would have just worn a rug—Kidding.
Mommy would kill me if I dressed like that.
"Wait, where are you taking me?" I asked when we have already misled Mommy's bodyguards and successfully got out of the hotel.
He looked at me while opening the passenger seat of his car. "Get in."
I scoffed and took a step back. "You might have helped me, yes. But that doesn't mean I'll come with you wherever you take me."
"Hey, hey, hey..." he chased me as I walked away from his car. He immediately grabbed my arm.
"What?" I jolted and pushed him away.
"Woah!" he sighed and frowned. "I saved you. Can't you be at least a little bit nicer?"
I rolled my eyes. "Fine! What do you want?" When I realized that he might answer what he really wants, I immediately cut him off before he could say it, "No censored allowed, horndog!"
He frowned and flicked my forehead. "I'm not gonna ask you for that, silly." I looked up and stared at him disbelieving his words until he added, "At least, not now."
"What?" I asked sharply.
He shrugged. "I'm going to ask you something so get in the car."
"Do you think I'm stupid? I wasn't born yesterday. If you're really only going to ask something then just ask now."
"All right then," he said and coolly leaned his back on his car. "Why did you run away?"
"Because you're a jerk. And I told you, I don't sleep with the same man twice—"
"Not from me," he cut me off. "From the party."
I raised my left eyebrow because he seems too curious but I answered him anyway. "I just hate formal parties."
"Just wild?" he mocked. His eyebrows rose as he stare at me.
I shrugged my shoulder. "What else do you want to ask?
"Why are you running away from your mother?" he probed with a serious curiosity.
"Huh?" I was caught off-guard a bit. I averted my eyes and shrugged. "She's trying to introduce me to a man so I ran away."
"Oh? Then why did you run away? Isn't that what you want? To be around with men?" he playfully smirked.
"That's different," I answered quickly. Now, I am determined to get away and leave him. "I have to go."
"How different? Isn't he good-looking? Not up for a game? Not wild enough?"
I blinked and faced him seriously. "It's a serious thing. She wants to introduce me to someone I am fixed to marry. And I don't want to get married yet."
He seemed to be pondering my answer so he stayed silent for a bit.
It's a good thing that I brought my car tonight. I walked a bit and managed to find where it was parked. I turned to him and saw that he was just staring at me as I approach my car. I stopped in front of my car door to face him again.
"Why?" I heard him ask after a long silence from hearing my answer.
I raised an eyebrow and grinned. "You're a player, you should know the answer. If you just want to play, would you allow yourself to be tied down?"
"Depends," he replied and slowly straightened his body from leaning onto the car.
"Depends on what?" I chuckled at his answer.
"It depends if the one you'll marry is up for a game. What if he plays better than you?" he said smiling.
I laughed in ridicule. "No way. No one can play better than me—"
"Are you saying that you play better than me?" he mocked.
I smiled tauntingly. "Forget being better. You aren't even good. If you're a good player, then why would you chase me every night just to ask for a second time with me?"
He didn't seem to like what I said because he scowled. My grin widened.
"See? If you really are a good player, then you don't have to beg anyone just to bed her. And in our situation, you're the one who always chases after me. So who's good at this game now? To answer your question, yes I am better than you are."
"You're pretty confident, huh?" he mockingly commented.
I smiled and nodded just to piss him off. "I am."
"In that case, then let's play a game," he suddenly declared. "Let's go to the nearest bar and find out who will get more attention tonight."
He raised an eyebrow as he waited for my response.
I arched my eyebrow. He's hopeless. "What's in it for me if I do that?"
"If you win, I'll stop bothering you," he replied quickly.
My two eyebrows rose. I looked at him sideways. Interesting. "Deal."
He grinned before he continued. "But if I win, you'll come with me tonight."
Geez! Whatever. I'm confident that I'll win anyway.
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So as he suggested, we went to the nearest bar for the dare that we both agreed upon.
I was already smiling because when we arrived at the entrance of the bar, men were already staring at me. The jerk just got out of the car after me so I turned to him and gave him a conceited smirk.
"See that? They're already ogling me from here."
He raised his eyebrow and he looks defiant.
"Those are the types of men who dig just anyone who wears skirts," he replied.
I scoffed at his reasoning. "You just don't want to accept the fact that a lot of men stumble over me. This is a high-end bar. The upper classes are here so their standard is high. And I complement the standard."
I turned my back on him and started walking to the entrance.
I was greeted by the ocean of people when I walked inside. This is a common scene for night rendezvous. This is kind of my nightlife. I guess since I learned to go to Leigh's bar every night, I've made it a daily nightlife. Though I hardly drink, I extremely want to party and play with boys.
I winked and smiled at a group of men staring at me. They all groaned when they learned I am up for a game. They didn't let it pass and before I knew it, they all surrounded me.
Oops.
"Wanna join us, baby?" an Expat seductively muttered.
I bit my lower lip innocently and asked sweetly. "Um, where?"
They were even more excited by my question and gesture. And I don't even have to put an effort, huh?
"Upstairs. There's a private room there," the same man answered. He's too touchy.
I pouted a bit and pretended to think. I took advantage of that to turn to the jerk who was seriously raising an eyebrow at me.
"You might want to spare my girl, Emmett," he playfully said making the group of men turn to him.