Veins of Darkness [THE GREAYSON'S VENGEANCE SERIES #1]

Chapter Five

Drunk

Shit.

Baka namamalik mata lang ako!

Posible bang andirito din siya?

Bakit palagi na lang kaming nag kikita?

Palaging kaming nasa iisang lugar?

Hindi kaya sinusundan niya ako?!

Wait, Ang Feeling ko naman, sino ba ako 'diba para sundan niya?

Hindi kaya kami talaga ang para sa isa't isa?!

Baka destiny talaga 'to! Ate ko!

Masyado nanamang OA!!!

Nilapitan kami ng Waiter dala-dala ang order namin.

"Here's your Vodka Ma'am and Sir!" then she handed us the vodka.

"Thanks," nakangiting saad ni Lily. Mukhang excited na dahil And'yaan na ang Vodka at may music pa!

But the DJ started speaking and playing music.

"Hey, ladies and gentlemens! LET ME HEAR YOUR FUCKING SCREAM!!!" Agad na nag ingay ang paligid at umalingawngaw ang sigawan nila.

"For now, this night is for the hot girls out there!" The Dj shout.

Then he played GASOLINA BY DADDY YANKEE!

MY FAVOURITE ANIMAL IS ME WHEN GASOLINA STARTS PLAYING!!!

This was my song.

The vodka burned its way down my throat, smooth yet fiery, just like I felt tonight. I licked my lips, savoring the warmth spreading through me, my s
Louboutin heels tapping against the polished floor. The DJ was good, but when the opening beat of Gasolina hit, a wicked grin curled on my lips.

This was my moment.

I set my glass down and strutted onto the dance floor, my hips swaying with purpose. The bass pounded through me, the rhythm taking over my body. I didn't just dance-I seduced the room with every roll of my hips, every flick of my hair. My hands glided down my sides, fingers trailing along the curve of my waist, the hem of my short dress teasing the crowd.

I felt their eyes on me-hungry, captivated. Good. I loved the power of their attention.

I felt sexy. Untouchable.

I spun around, my body moving in perfect time with the music. The beat dropped, and I sank low, arching my back, my hair falling like a curtain as I came back up slow, deliberate, sensual. The cheers around me grew louder, their voices like gasoline on the fire burning in me.

Then I saw her—my sister.

She stood by the bar, watching me with a smirk that matched my own. Her drink was in her hand, but her body was already moving to the music. She downed it in one smooth motion, slammed the glass on the counter, and walked toward me, her hips swaying with the same confidence.

"So you're starting the show without me?" she teased, her voice dripping with challenge.

"Better catch up," I shot back, spinning toward her.

She joined me on the floor, her body a mirror to mine, our movements synchronizing effortlessly. Together, we danced, sexy and wild, commanding the crowd's attention like we were queens ruling our domain. Her hands slid along her body, her confidence matching mine step for step.

The energy was electric as we began to tease each other with our moves. I dipped low, arching my back, and she answered by spinning and flipping her hair. We moved in sync, swaying and grinding to the beat, closing the space between us until we were dancing so close that our breaths mingled.