Hey, Billionaire

one

"Bitch, I'm positive you misheard me," Evan glared at me in which I return with a frown. He bit on his lip, nibbling on the piecing.

"What?" I shouted but still seemed like I whispered. The blaring music and the smell of alcohol, sex, and cigarettes were starting to get to me. I don't like it. Gross.

Evan inched closer, staggering on his feet. He then leaned over to the side of my face, whispering into my ears, "I said, we are not here to sulk. We are going to suck!"

And I quickly covered my ears. Wincing, I glared at him. The nerve of this gay.

"Don't shout at me!" I shouted once again seeing that he had already stepped backwards. "But you wouldn't hear me," he pouted. He looked like a puppy. No. Not a puppy. He looked like a dog. A very drunk dog.

"I don't like drunk Evan. Let's go, we are going home."

Tugging at his wrist, I tried my best to pull him. Evan held tightly on one of the stools. "I don't wanna go!"

"No, we are going home," I glanced at his face, his expression in complete horror. His cheeks were tinted pink from all the alcohol he consumed.

"We've only been here for thirty minutes! No!" I sighed.

"Yet you are already drunk. Come on, if your brother finds you in this state he's gonna kill me." Do I have any other choice than to plead? No. Nope.

I observed Evan's expression. He turned pale when I mentioned his brother. It didn't last long though. His face turned red almost immediately. I frowned. What's with him and his brother? Sure Kian's strict and all but they'd been acting weird lately. Evan wasn't able to spend much time with me anymore and I honestly feel left out.

Evan shook his head. "I still want to walk. Yes, walk, sure. So we are not going home. Yet," he uttered some words under his breath that I didn't quite catch.

Now he talks to himself when drunk??

"Say. We stay here for another hour then we go home?" He negotiated. I released his wrist and folded my arms across my chest. I squinted my eyes.

There's got to be something else.

"No."

"But, but it's a good deal! I'll go willingly, I prooomise," he whined dragging the letter o. He even put his right hand up causing his croptop to show his belly button.

I tugged at the hemline of his clothing. "Do not raise your hand, you dog! Why'd you even wear a croptop?"

Evan huffed in what I think is disbelief. He brushed his fingers through his blond hair. "I am not supposed to wear PJ's here, Green. So hush," he then rolled his eyes at me. "And babe, you're too conservative. Didn't you say you wanna explore the bright side of sex life? I am giving you this chance. Go, show people that pretty ass."

My cheeks heated. "Evan, shut up we are in public!" I whined. Now I regret not bringing a duct tape. "Like anyone would care," he replied.

"You are changing the topic. We should go home." I glanced around and found out that compared to earlier, there were a lot more people in the club. I squinted my eyes at my wristwatch, trying to know what time was it but failed beacuse of the club's dim lighting. Looking back at Evan who was, surprisingly, standing completely still, I huffed in annoyance. "Why are you looking at me like that??"

"Do want me to go home willingly?" the seriousness of his voice made my brows knit together. It was as if the drunk dog I was talking to earlier suddenly became sober.