Our Dirty Little Secret 2(Editing)

Reasons

**Chapter Eight**

Ray's P.O.V.

Last night I....made the biggest mistake ever.

I can't believe I let it happen.. well let me tell you about it.

**Flashback to last night**

I went to my bro, Marks, house to hang out, we was watching TV and he asked me if I wanted some drinks. I've never drunk before, so we had 4 shots of Hennessey. I didn't really feel anything, so Mark asked me if I wanted a cup and I drank that. Then it hit me all at once and I felt it, I  couldn't focus on the TV at all. Mark gave me another cup but it has blue UV in it, "don't be scared boy, I wouldn't give my little brother something he can't handle. Plus since it's my nieces birthday today might as well turn up." He patted my shoulder, he held up a cup too. We both drank it all and Mark was laughing, I was coughing my lungs out it felt like. "I'm done," I coughed out. He gave me some water, I thought, but it was vodka. I laid back and relaxed.

After a while I got up and decided to go home, I don't think I should drive though. "Ray sit ya ass down I'll get my cousin to take you home," he said.

"Nah bruh I'm cool," I tried to stand up but Mark pushed me back down.

"Darryl get down here," Mark called. After a minute Darryl came in, he was my height, dark Carmel, he looked to be 18, I looked away from him.

"Darryl can you run him to his house? He lives by your mama, so afterwards go visit her and I'll pick you up later,"

"I can take myself home," I politely said.

"Nah Ray you too drunk, just let him take you home," Mark convinced me. I didn't really have a choice now, so I stood up. "Take this with ya, you probably need it." Mark placed a full bottle of blue UV in my hand, I shook up with him then headed out the door with Darryl.

"Did you bring your car over here?" He asked me, I nodded my head and pointed to my black truck. I took out my keys and walked to the driver side, Darryl grabbed my hand and took the keys. "You're drunk," he smiled at me and led me to the passenger seat. He got in the drivers seat, "well, I'm Darryl. Even though I'm sure you know that now," he chuckled lightly.

"I'm Ray," I said looking out the window. Oh wait I still got this bottle, I twisted the cap off it burns the shit out of my throat but it tastes good. I took a big drink, "So um Ray, where do you live by again?"

"Oakwood drive, the big house with the gate around it." I said sitting up, Darryl turned some low music on and drove. It was gonna be a little long drive, so might as well not be bored.

"How old are you?" I asked him.

"I'm 19, and yes I have my license with insurance, and yes I know how to drive," he said showing me his card.

I chuckled, "is Mark your cousin?"

"No he's my uncle, but he's like a cousin to me, so I'm staying with him now. How old are you?"

"I'm 20," I took another drink.

"You own the house you live in? If it's the one I think, then it's a gorgeous house."

"Yea I got it after my parents passed away,"

"I'm sorry to hear that, this is a nice truck though."

"Thanks," I stayed looking forward.

After a while of awkward silence, we finally got to my house. Or by it I think, and this bottle is half way gone, Darryl slammed on the breaks out of nowhere.

"What the hell man?!" I yelled at him, he pointed at the road ahead. A car sped by and the driver wasn't paying attention at all, Darryl honked the horn loudly at them.

"So you would of wanted me to keep going? That would of killed us, or you. So you're welcome," he said driving again.

"Sorry I didn't see," he grabbed my hand.

"That's why I'm glad I drove," he kept holding my hand. We finally got to my house, he got out and I did too. I stood next to my truck, Darryl walked up to me and handed me my keys back.

"Be safe," he said still holding my hand. I tried to move my hand but he held on, "you can't say thanks or anything?" He moved closer to me.

"Thanks," I said. He moved his hand up my arm, and squeezed my forearm.

"Damn you got muscles," he leaned closer to my face. I turned away from him, he put both hands on my cheeks and turned my face towards his and he smashed his lips into mine. He placed my free hand on his ass, he ran his hand up my shirt rubbing my abs. He kissed down my neck, pulling my shirt up more. "You gonna invite me in sexy?" He grabbed my dick and licked down my neck. I pulled away and pushed him back, "you need to leave, now." I told him sternly, he looked at me confused. "I got a boyfriend, if you asked you would fucking know. Now fucking leave."

"Baby you know you don't want me to leave, I just wanna fuck real quick. You know your dude don't give it up good, just let me give you head." He grabbed my dick again massaging it up and down, he put the bottle back up to my mouth. I swallowed a lot then pushed him back again, he took a big drink then kissed me on the cheek. I wiped the spit away, "leave man, now." I said to him.

"You know you liked it," he said to me. I walked up to him and punched him hard in the jaw, he tried fighting me back but I hit him in the stomach and he fell to the ground. I picked him up by his shirt and dragged him out my parking lot, he stumbled up and walked away. I closed the gates then turned towards my house and walked to the steps, I picked up the empty bottle of UV when I got by it. I locked the doors and went up to go get a shower because Adrian was suppose to be coming home soon, I sat on the bed and sat the bottle on the ground. I sat my phone and wallet on the bed and went to go get a shower.

I feel like garbage.. I liked it a little... What would he do? Maybe I shouldn't tell him..

I took a long shower, I didn't get out until I heard the door close. I got out, changed and went downstairs. I seen Adrian on the couch and walked over to him, "hey baby" I said kissing him on the cheek. He smelled a little like liquor, oh yea today's Dee's birthday, the real party will be next weekend. So they just had a few drinks, probably, I laid behind him and held him while we watched TV.

Thoughts about what happened?

Should Ray tell Adrian what happened? Or hide it and risk ending his relationship?