If It Ain't You, Then Who? (Kellic/Fuenciado)

Chapter Seven

Months Later

*Vic's POV*
Jaime and I had gotten really close these past few months. Tonight we stayed overtime, finishing some paperwork for his new lingerie line.

"I need a break, what do you think?" Jaime stood up, serving himself some tequila.

Why did he have it in his office? I had no idea. But then again, why not?

"I'm good, I'll continue working," I have to admit, I've become a workaholic to keep my mind of Kellin. I didn't take another sip of alcohol after that night where I got super wasted, it was only a one time thing.

"Don't be a party pooper, come on, I'm taking you out tonight," he grabbed onto my hand, making me stumble over to him and fall into his arms.

"B-But the paperwork," I tried to make up an excuse.

"That ain't stopping my Hime-Time, now let's go, you need to get out of this office."

After being dragged out of my safe zone, we arrived at a club, "Jaime, why are we at a club? I wanted a break not to party."

"But you need to have fun while having a break, you'll be with me," just like before, he held onto my hand and walked straight towards the entrance.

"We can't just skip all these people, they're waiting in line too," I said nervously, giving an apologetic look to a few people that were in line.

He scoffed, "You're forgetting that I'm an exclusive member, I am the boss of this club."

The security guard didn't even bother to check us, we went right in. The sound of upbeat music and the smell of alcohol was all around, making me feel nauseous already. He led me towards the bar, I was surprised to find Jack.

"Jack? It's so great to see you!" I patted his back, "What are you doing here?"

"Your friend Jaime hired me," he said proudly, "He says I make the best drinks."

I looked at Jaime who shrugged, "What can I say? It's true, I couldn't miss the opportunity of having him in my club. Jack, two margaritas!"

I looked at him wide-eyed, "There's no way I'm drinking that."

"Oh come on! Do it for me," he gave me the goddamn puppy eyes, I just couldn't resist, "Fine, but only one."

"That's the spirit!" He handed me the lemony drink and I took a sip, making me gag.

"Oh god, it's so strong," I coughed, feeling suffocated by the intensity of it.

"Don't be such a baby, where are your Mexican roots? You were born to handle this!" He clinked his drink with mine, "Salud!"

I took a tiny sips, letting myself get used to the flavor. It wasn't so bad if I drank it with moderation, I had to make sure this drink lasted me all night. Suddenly, some sexual-sounding, upbeat song started playing and the dance floor filled up with drunk and horny people.

Jaime pulled me to him, "You wouldn't say no to dancing, would you?"

Bless this dark club with LED lights, he would've seen how red I was if it weren't for that, "I-I don't dance."

"Good thing you've got me to show you," with our drinks in hand, he pulled me into the danced floor as I awkwardly watched him as he did some dance moves, "Just let the music flow, it'll come to you."

It must've been the alcohol because within a few seconds, I started dancing. Not all touchy like the rest of the people, but it was still dancing.

"Chug this with me and I won't bother you to drink again," he said, raising his glass.

People started chanting, "Chug! Chug! Chug!"

"Ready, set, go!" I yelled, chugging the ice cold drink as fast as I could.

"Oo! Jaime just got beat by this guy!" A random guy yelled, pointing at me.

To my surprise, he was right, "What's wrong, Jaime? I thought you were the best drinker," I teased.

"I demand a rematch!" He protested.

"Rematch! Rematch! Rematch!" They chanted.

We were handed two shots of tequila and two shots of vodka. Were they trying to kill us with alcohol poisoning?

"N-No, I don't think I can do this," I said, trying to find my way out of this.

"What? Scared I'll beat you?" He taunted.

"Ready, set, go!" A guy shouted.

The adrenaline rushed through me as I chugged down the shots, I felt unstoppable.

"Jaime just got beat again!" The same person shouted.

"I am victorious!" I raised my hands in the air.

"Alright, alright, he's the winner," Jaime chuckled, "Chug session over!"

Everyone went back to dancing and I was already starting to feel woozy, "I thought you said you weren't going to make me drink anymore," I whined.

"I couldn't disappoint the crowd! But now that that's over..." He pinned me to the wall, "We can go back to dancing."

His sudden closeness left me speechless, it was like my voice box just stopped functioning. He started to grind on me, his eyes never leaving mine. I could feel him getting harder and so was I, couldn't remember the last time I was this sexually close to someone.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, grinding along with him. My heart was fluttering and there were butterflies in my stomach, I needed alcohol to kill these little shíts. 

Just as I was about to ask Jaime for another drink, his lips suddenly crashed into mine, leaving me voiceless once again.

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Okay, not going to lie, I kinda lowkey ship Fuenciado. Don't hate me pls.