𝑯𝑰𝑺 𝑴𝑼𝑺𝑬

PROLOGUE

MEELA

It was loud.

Like really loud.

I sat at the bar watching my friends from a distance under the colorful lights, grinding and dancing against each other. My lips quirked up into a bright smile when my eyes met with my friend – Kiara. She ground her body against our other friend – Lora.

This was our first day out of the states and they made sure that weren't to waste it spending all day inside in our rental. Nevertheless, I love fun. I thought It'd be better if we stayed inside to relax and let the jet lag wear away.

But my energetic friends seemed to overcome the jet lag and got me and themselves dressed up in tight dresses and glittery makeup. My hair – was put into two perky ponytails and curled at the ends, with my edges slayed perfectly.

My thighs were pressed tightly together in a wrap sequin dress with two high slits on my hips exposing the brown skin of my thighs. We have all dressed alike in gold or silver, standing out with the colorful light reflecting off of us.

I sighed happily shifting away from all the beautiful chaos to order myself another drink. Tapping the bar with my empty glass, I grabbed the bartender's attention. "¿Qué puedo hacer por ti?" The woman asked, her Spanish flowing freely.
{What can I get you}

I smiled, knowing my Spanish lessons from my earlier years would finally be put to use. "Una Shirley sucia, por favor."
{A dirty Shirley, please}

Her eyebrows raised with surprise. Her lips quirked into a smirk as she started making my requested drink. "You speak a bit of Spanish, sí?" She spoke English slowly, carefully tasting the words.

"Lo hago, sí," I laughed shortly. "I shouldn't come to a feign country unprepared like my friends. I'm pretty much their personal translator because I'm the only one who paid attention in class."
{I do, yes}

"I like that about you foreigner," She smiled sweetly, giving me the final product of his mixing. The blood-red drink stood tall in the wet glass ready for me. "What is your name?"

I took a short sip of the concoction before responding. "Meela, Yours?"

"Mariá. I am Mariá."

"Beautiful name. I am stricken with jealousy." I laughed and she did as well but immediately stopped when another presence was felt within us. A tall figure slid onto the stool beside me, tapping the bar just as I did, only a bit harder, to grab Mariá attention.

"Mariá, drink now." His sharp voice spoke, spotting her name out as if it were trash. She whimpered at his harsh tone but nodded her head and got to work making his drink.

I quirked my eyebrow up at the man, my smile from my conversation with Mariá now faded. He lifted a brow in my direction observing me slowly, examining my face before overlooking me with a grumble in his throat. "I want a burbon, neat, two." He spoke sharply, quickly, with short sharp spoken words, like his time was a lot more precious than anyone else's.

"How rude of you," I mumbled, rolling my eyes at the conceited man. What a dick.

"Excuse me?" He grumbled back in a more agitated tone. His body was now diverted to me completely. His slim yet nicely built figure showed greatly in the neatly worn white collared shirt. He looked like he'd had a rough day with his tie messily pulled loose and his sleeves rolled up showing his veiny, tatted arms. I was just noticing how gorgeous the man was. His almond-shaped eyes squinted at me with his full lips pulled into a tight frown. "I think it'd be smart to mind your damn business,"