The Best Mistakes

21. Kayra

Once is an accident, twice is coincidence but three times is a pattern. I sat there in the hotel bar after being ghosted by my second date and strangely spotting Nolan in the lounge. It couldn't be a coincidence that whenever I went near a guy, Nolan suspiciously popped up. Now I was beginning to suspect that he was behind my failed dates. But how did he even know where I was?

One glass down and the answer occured to me as fast as the question did. The only people who knew about my dates were Ruby and Amy. Ruby wouldn't breathe a word to anyone and Amy would do the same but she had an exception. Jake. Nolan's best friend.

Nolan was messing with me way too much. Why does he want to screw me over so bad?

Another glass down. My jaw tightened with every shot that I bottomed down. It pained me to think about the time I'd left, I couldn't afford to lose it. The liquor was intensifying my pain as well as anger. But I still gulped down the shots one after the other, no matter how bitter they tasted. I had lost the sense of reason. I didn't know what I'd do if I stayed sober? Not that I didn't want to kill him drunk.

My fingers clenched as someone grabbed my arm stopping me from drinking. I knew without even looking that it was Nolan. He was being so damn nosy.

"Let go," I said harshly without even turning to him.

He didn't let go. Instead he slipped a card towards the bartender on the counter saying he'd like to pay. Was he kidding me? I was drunk but not that drunk to not know what was happening around me.

"Come with me." He pulled my arm but I resisted with all the strength I had. He flinched lightly when I shot him a glare. Nolan must've figured that I knew. He still didn't back off and pulled me outside the bar.

I struggled in his grasp and tried to release his hold, "Leave me, asshole."

When we were out of the hotel and also out of the public's eye, he turned to face me after releasing my arm. His eyes were frustrated. Angry. But it only worked as a fuel to my fire. Why was he angry when he was the one hurting me? I lifted my face to match his eyes and closed the distance between us.

"Don't get in my way, Nolan. I'm warning you.” Each word was full of venom. Low and deadly.

"You're drunk,” he said lightly. It frustrated me more that he was mistaking my pain for a drunken tantrum. My chest rose up and down as I struggled to control my anger.

"I am not drunk and I know perfectly well what the fuck you are doing?" I yelled. Nolan stayed silent, just staring at me. His eyebrows knitted together as if he pitied me. Worry? That pitiful look on his face made my rage soar through the sky.

I slammed my hand on his car and pushed him against it, blocking his way out. He appeared startled by my action. Nolan glanced down as I looked up at him. "Why did you shoo them away?"

"To mess with me? That's too low, Gray," I chuckled bitterly. His jaw tightened but I refused to care. I still kept pouring out my anger. My head spun with all the feelings surging inside me and the alcohol.

"You can't be with them," he said in a low voice. Dead serious. His eyes darkened and I felt a chill in the air. The tension between us was increasing with each second.

"Why? So you can be with as many women as you want but I can't go on a single date. Goddamn hypocrite!” I scoffed, looking away.

In the next moment, I was pinned against his car and he slammed his hands on it, caging me. We'd swapped places, now he was the one in control but I wasn't backing off. He leaned closer to me and stopped when our faces were just inches apart. Our eyes bore into each other full of pent up rage and pain. This wasn't even about him now. It was about me. He was receiving the hatred that wasn't meant for him because I was a coward to get angry at the people who deserved it.

"You don't know what you're doing?" He said in a deep voice, enough to give me chills. Maybe I really don't.

I was perceiving his each word as a challenge. I wasn't willing to understand, hell I didn’t want to. I was tired to being undertaken. I replied in the same low, deep voice, "I know what I am doing. I will kiss them, hold them and fuck-"

"Are you that desperate to get fucked?" he growled. His eyes darkened, full of unknown emotions. His words were sparking something within me, which I'd rather stay buried. I didn't know what I'd do if I stayed there but my legs didn't budge. The tension was so thick I could taste it.

"Then I'll fuck you." He slammed his hand hard on the car again. None of us looked away. His jaw clenched and heavy breaths fell straight on my face. He seemed to had realized what he just said because he looked away and was about to move but stopped after hearing me.

"Do it."

He looked at me with wide eyes, obviously taken aback. His eyes scanned my face only to realize I was serious. He took a few steps back, avoiding my gaze, "I'll drop you off."

"Fuck me," I said a bit clearer this time. I didn't know what I was doing or what I was saying? But the one thing I was certain about was, I wanted this.

"You don't realize what you're saying," he said massaging his temples. I didn't move from my place and he refused to leave without me.

"I said fuck me, Nolan," My voice raised.

"You're drunk," he yelled in an instant, his frustration growing. I took fast steps towards him and grabbed his collar, pulling him down and smashing my lips on his. Showing I was sober and knew what I was getting myself into. 

My control over the kiss slowly slipped as he took over. Despite his initial refusal and hesitation, he readily gave in. His right hand held my waist in place and left caressed my cheek gently. His tongue roamed in my mouth to explore it. I was breathless but didn't stop. I was thirsty and he was a goddam ocean. He leaned down, deepening the kiss and tightening his hold. Every inch of my body pressing against his felt like a wave of electricity rushing within me. I gasped when he bit my lip and then nibbled on it, soothing the pain he just caused. It felt like we'd done this forever. Like his lips were made for mine and mine for him.

My own fingers played with his locks, and ruined his perfectly styled hair but we were too busy to care. The world felt like it didn't exist and all I could think about was his soft lips, hungry sucking and the way I felt like he had been wanting to do this for a long time.

He pulled back and leaned his forehead on mine. Our breaths mingled with each other as we huffed. I opened my mouth and my voice barely a whisper. "Do it."

He opened his eyes and stared at me, his lips parted, still breathless. Carefully, as if one hard touch would shatter this alluring illusion, I cupped his cheeks and he snuggled in them, cupping them with his own. He caressed my fingers and nodded.

"You shouldn't have agreed to this."