Eyes On Me

Chapter 0

Offroad POV

"Guys I can't be out late tonight," Offroad moaned as his friends were dragging him to yet another club. "I have a flight super early."

"Oh come on!" Jet whined.

"You come back once a year, this is the least you can do with us!" Mark chimed in.

"You'll get plenty of rest before your flight." Boo said.

These three were Offroads' childhood best friends here in his hometown of Songkhla. He had flown back home to visit his Mom, Sister, and Grandma. He had promised his friends that he would go out on the town with them, he thought it was going to be like movies, dinner, maybe a bar but this was the 3rd club he had been dragged into tonight. Clubs were not his style. There was too much noise and too many people. Offroad owned his own security company and his people were entrusted to protect some of the country's biggest stars and politicians, so being in clubs was a no for him and his clients.

The bass coming through the speakers as they entered the club reminded him of the previous ones; it was so overpowering it vibrated the floor. This club was definitely more packed than the others they had visited which had Offroad on high alert. Bodies packed onto the dance floor so tightly you couldn't make out where one person ended and the other started. As soon as they were fully into the club Offroads friends tried to drag him to the dance floor but Offroad pointed to the bar, not bothering to try and yell over the music and people. He broke away from his friends and began shouldering his way to the front of the bar.

"Rum and coke!" He shouted to the bartender who acknowledged him with a head nod. The bartender plopped his drink down in front of him signaling with his fingers the price, Offroad dropped enough plus a tip in cash on the bar top and nodded to the bartender before grabbing his drink and turning to make his way back towards the dance floor area to hopefully locate his friends.

Offroad stood at the guardrail separating the dance floor from the tables and lounging areas sipping at his drink. He expected his drink to be subpar this well into the night, he knew after a certain time bars tended to make drinks with less alcohol and more mixer as people who had been celebrating all night wouldn't be able to tell the difference, but Offroad might as well be drinking straight coke. As Offroad took another sip, he felt strange, someone was definitely watching him. He felt like he was being hunted if he wanted to be honest. Offroads eyes scanned the area as he took another sip of his drink trying to find the person.

"My, my, look what the cat dragged in." A feminine voice purred right in Offroads ear causing him to jerk away. The voice belonged to Jinx, an old classmate of Offroads. She was a few inches shorter than him even in heels, very petite, with long dark hair and bunny eyes. Offroad had chalked up the prying eyes to have come from Jinx as he felt the feeling of being watched slowly fade. "Who allowed the nerdy little boy I used to tease, to grow into this hunk of a man?" Jinx asked while gripping Offroads bicep looking up at him and fluttering her lashes.

Offroad knew he was handsome. He worked hard every day to earn his fit muscular body. He took care of himself. He was always teased for being short from grade school all the way up until he finally went to college leaving his previous life behind in Songkhla. It was there he was introduced to MMA and weight training to tone his body rather than relying only on sports to stay fit. It was also during that time Offroad had learned he was gay. Offroad quickly downed the rest of his drink before setting the empty glass on the nearby empty table.

"Probably the same person who allowed you not to change at all ay Jinx?" Offroad asked as he pulled his arm from her grasp and made his way down onto the dance floor. The moment Offroad had stepped away from Jinx the being watched feeling returned. Offroad decided to use the cover of the crowd on the dance floor to scan around the room. He couldn't make out any facial features but there was a man in the back corner booth watching him intently. It was probably a horrible idea but it had been a very long time since Offroad felt like someone's prey. Offroad most recently had been the hunter finding pretty little things to fill his time and bed for the evening alone to kick them out the next morning if they even made it till then. Offroad began moving his body along to the beat, he felt the hands of others lightly caress his body as they tried to sync their movements to his. Offroad couldn't help but notice the sense of being watched now turned into a sense of being officially being hunted and Offroad wanted to be caught.