Whispers in the Dark [LingOrm]

Whiskey Kisses

Ling's pov

I slipped into a black satin dress that hugged my curves just right, the fabric glistening under the soft light of my bedroom. After a quick glance in the mirror, I grabbed my purse, feeling a mix of excitement and trepidation as I headed for the door. As I reached for the handle, a firm grip on my wrist stopped me.

"Where do you think you're going?" Win's voice was low, almost a growl, as he held me back.

I turned to face him, my expression cold. "A bar," I lied smoothly, even though my destination was a club. I wasn't in the mood to deal with his overbearing attitude tonight.

His eyes narrowed, suspicion etched into his features. "What? Have you forgotten we're dating?" he reminded me, as if that simple fact could justify his possessiveness.

 I pulled my wrist free from his grasp, the irritation bubbling just beneath the surface. "Just leave me alone, Win," I snapped, turning on my heel and marching out to my car. I didn't look back.

The drive was a blur, the city lights reflecting off the sleek exterior of my car as I navigated through the streets. I needed to escape, even if just for a night.

When I reached the club, I strode straight to the bar, the pulsing beat of the music vibrating through my chest. "Whiskey," I ordered as I leaned against the counter, trying to drown out the lingering tension from my encounter with Win.

 The bartender, Engfa Waraha, looked up from her task and smirked. "Wow, Ling, a new record—6 PM. So, how are things with him?" she asked, sliding the glass of whiskey toward me.

I let out a heavy sigh, sarcasm dripping from my voice. "Incredible. I'm feeling like I'm in hell." I took a sip, savoring the burn as the alcohol went down.

I found a seat at the bar, the weight of the day pressing down on me. "What did he do this time? Oh wait, hold that thought," Engfa said as a girl approached us, interrupting our conversation.

"Please, six shots of vodka," the girl requested, her baby face almost making me laugh. She looked so innocent, it was hard to imagine her downing shots.

Engfa raised an eyebrow at me. "You've got competition, Ling," she teased before turning back to me. "So, how are you and Mr. Suicidal?"

The girl downed one shot, her face twisted with frustration. "Ugh, I hate him," she spat out before taking another. "He's always being an asshole," she continued, her words slurring slightly as she reached for the third. "He thinks he's always right and starts screaming at me." Another shot gone. "Like, who the hell does he think he is?" She threw back the last two shots in quick succession. "More," she demanded, her voice wobbling with a mix of anger and despair.

Engfa shook her head. "Sorry, girl. Not happening," she refused, her tone firm.

The girl pouted, her expression softening into something vulnerable. "But how will I feel better?" she asked, her voice small.

 I leaned closer, a mischievous grin tugging at my lips. "Dancing. Wanna dance with me?" I offered, and she shrugged, pushing herself up from the chair beside mine.

We headed to the dance floor, the alcohol coursing through my veins making me feel lighter, more carefree. As we danced, our bodies moved in sync, and I found myself getting lost in the moment. Every brush of her hand against my waist sent a shiver down my spine, something hot and electric that I hadn't felt in ages. Not since I started dating Win.

She caught me staring at her lips, and a playful glint appeared in her eyes. "If you keep staring at my lips all night, I might end up kissing you," she teased, her voice low as she leaned in.

I wrapped my arms around her neck, pulling her closer. "I wasn't even looking at them," I lied, trying to play it cool.

She smirked, her lips dangerously close to mine. "You're right. You were too busy with your dirty thoughts," she taunted, her breath warm against my skin. The smirk on her lips was the final straw—I pulled her into a kiss, feeling the spark ignite between us.

When we finally pulled apart, her eyes were dancing with mischief. "I knew you were looking," she said, her voice a satisfied purr.

I laughed softly, my fingers still tangled in her hair. "We should admire what's pretty, right?" I teased back, but our flirty banter was abruptly cut off by a leering voice behind us.

"Hey hotties, can I join?" A greasy-looking guy slurred as he stumbled toward us, his eyes roaming over us in a way that made my skin crawl.

 The girl recoiled, her nose wrinkling in disgust. "No way," she snapped, but the jerk reached out and slapped my butt, making me freeze.

I spun around, my eyes flashing coldly. "Don't touch me," I hissed, before throwing the rest of my whiskey in his face without a second thought.

"What the fuck!" he sputtered, shocked as the liquor dripped from his face.

The girl grabbed my hand, leaning in to whisper urgently in my ear. "Run," she urged, and without hesitation, I followed her out of the club, adrenaline pumping through my veins.

We didn't stop until we reached her car in the parking lot. She unlocked it quickly, and we both jumped inside, panting from the sudden rush.

"We had to get away. I was scared he would hurt you," she admitted, her voice trembling slightly.

I looked at her, touched by her concern. "Thank you," I said sincerely, my hand resting on her arm.

She glanced at me, a grin breaking through her worry. "That was a badass move, though. Your whiskey trick," she said, clearly impressed.

I chuckled, the tension easing slightly. "He deserved it," I replied, feeling a strange sense of camaraderie with her.

 Her expression suddenly grew serious as she looked at me. "Is it hurting?" she asked softly, her voice filled with concern.

 I raised an eyebrow, teasing her with a smirk. "What? You mean my ass?" I watched as her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

"Y-yeah, it made a loud sound, so maybe—" I cut off her stammering with a kiss, feeling her relax against me.

"Kind of hurts, but I'm okay. Thanks for asking," I murmured, my face close to hers. But this time, she was the one who kissed me, more urgently than before.

 We kissed until we were both breathless, but she didn't stop. She lowered her head, trailing kisses down my neck, making me shiver. I leaned back in the passenger seat, and she climbed onto my lap, her kisses becoming more fervent. She shrugged off her blazer, revealing the tight office shirt underneath, and I couldn't suppress the gasp when she bit down on my shoulder. I knew it would leave a mark.

"H-heyy," I breathed, gently pushing her back. "I think it's better if we don't go further. It's late, and we both have someone waiting for us. Let's just get back to them, okay?" I said, watching the lust in her eyes quickly turn to disappointment.

"Fine," she muttered, her voice laced with sadness as she moved to the driver's seat beside me. "So, get out of my car so we can do it," she added, her tone flat as she started the engine.

I felt a pang of guilt as I stepped out, but I knew I had made the right decision. This wasn't the way to solve anything, and deep down, I knew that.