The Bad Boy's First Lady

TBBFL 32: Wasn't Bianca

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CIELO MONTEZ

"Chancer, please. Let's go home." Taking Chancer's hand in mine, I sent him a pleading look. He looked at me for a second then went back to his alcohol.

I waited for him to finish his drink, but after he did, he just ordered another one from the bartender. I let go of his hand and hesitantly went to sit in one of the empty stools located in the corner.

The loud metal music was pumping in my ears, harsh and annoying. The club was full of drunk teenagers whose clothes screamed 'rebellious.' I didn't like to judge people based on stereotypes, but it was hard not to.

I had been to clubs, yes. But this one seemed like a place where illegal activities occurred. I did not belong here. With my pastel orange sweater, black leggings, and my face free from makeup, it was obvious that I was out of place.

But as badly as I wanted to run away from here, I couldn't. Chancer was here, and I wanted to be with him.

Even if that meant watching him from afar with other girls who weren't me.

Sharp pain inside my chest struck me as I watched him mingle. I would have been fine if he were with guys. But no. Surrounding him were three women who were enjoying themselves with what was supposed to be only mine.

Chancer tilted his head to the side as he let one of his companions latch her mouth on his neck, sucking him, tasting him with her tongue.

I should have looked away, stomped out of the club, and gotten myself out of Chancer's life. I should have been strong and bold enough. But I wasn't. I was naive, weak, and stupid enough to continue watching.

I couldn't look away. Not when Chancer's blue eyes locked with mine, taunting me— asking if I still wanted him after everything he had done.

And did I still want him?

Yes, I still wanted him.

***

"Listen here, I don't mean to be rude or anything but could you guys go to somewhere private? Maybe like the restroom? 'Cause I don't want to vomit all over that cute chair you're sitting on."

Still giggling like a maniac, I hid my face in Chancer's chest and locked my phone in my hands. He continuously poked my sides using his fingers as a distraction, while he used his other hand to claim my phone.

"I don't think either of them can hear you, Mike."

"Tsk. They're busy playing flirty flirt, that's why!"

"Get used to it. I'm sure you'll be seeing those two acting like that a lot in the future."

"Urgh!"

A gasp escaped my mouth when I felt a wet thing touch my earlobe, followed by a puff of warm breath. It didn't take me long to realize that Chancer was licking me.

"Yuck, gross!" I pushed his head away from me and playfully glared at him.

"What?" He sent me an innocent look. I scoffed. Innocent, my ass.

"You licked me!" I pointed my finger at him accusingly.

He smirked. "You call that licking?" He grabbed my pointed finger and held it dangerously close to his plump lips.