A Night To Forget (One shot)

One shot

Im inside the club now, i have no idea that my business partner is bringing me here tonight. A lot of girls looking at me annoyingly. Like it's their first time seeing a woman like me in this aura. Lol.

Im wearing a black mini skirt with my Calvin Klein bra and ferrari f1 jacket, matching my black boots. All black.

I glance at my business partner who is enjoying the dance floor while me playing the champagnes glass with my fingers.

I just got my social battery low, so i don't have any time to chitchat with anyone around me.

I arch a brow when a familiar guy sit next to me, i didn't look at him and wait to hear his voice.

"Whiskey, neat." i heard he ordered. His deep voice echoing playfully in my mind.

A slight smirk showed up into my face when i feel him looked at me.

"Look who's here" he tilts his head.

He's Lhance, the one i confidently ask to race with me last month, too bad for me. He beats me in every chances.

I take a glances at him. Fuck it, whenever i look at him it makes me mad. Like he's my enemy in my past lives.

"Why are you here?" i ask him with my poker face.

"I should be the one asking" he takes a sip on his drink, i can't help myself looking at his adams apple moving up and down while he's dringking. He looks at me with a smirk. "Ms. Y/N? why are you here? are you following me because you miss our little game last month?" he chuckles and stared like he's staring through my soul. I get annoyed and rolled my eyes to him.

"I think you are the one who is following me, because you miss it. Not the game but the player" i stared at him. Fighting those eyes.

"Ohh sweetheart, i just flight to Italy and when i came back, you can now read minds" he laughs at me.

"How about let's have a little dance because i do really miss it" he bit he's lower lip.

"If you're here to play your games again, im not in...and please get your face out of me" i whispered to him. And walks away from my seat where he seats besides me.

I just don't want him, he's a play boy. And that is the only thing i hate about him. He has everything, also girls to play with. And the thing i hates the most is that im the one of his girls.

I hate that, only if he's not like that. Of course i want him to me. He's mine, only mine.

And now im avoiding him, because i felt like when he came back to Italy there's so many questions in my mind that what if he's talking to any girls???

Ugghh! i hate it...

I walk towards the comfort room when suddenly i felt someone grabbed me in my arm. He turned my face to him and looked at me with his mischievous smile. He gentle push me and pinned me into the club's wall.

"I missed you" he says and without hesitation he kiss me hungrily, i started to feel uncomfortable and pushed him with all my strength.

"You're drunk!" i yelled at him and he just looked at me and wants to get another kiss but i slap him.

"You bitch, don't act like you don't want it" he whispered and growls, he starts to pinned me again into the walls.

I feel his hands roaming over my waist and kisses me again, but now gently.

I didn't expect i will response to his kiss, it's like my lips have their own brains and responds too quickly.

Our gently kisses turning into deeply, i already can taste the whiskey he ordered earlier. He pulled me closer to him, as our body touching each other. He kisses me like it's end of the world and his grip on my waist tightened even more.