The Handsome Devil

Chapter 9 - Dangerous games

"Care to offer me one, cara dulce?" Mateo purred into her ear, sending hot shivers through her body.

Why essentially anything said in spanish sounds sexy?

Pouring another shot, the girl snatched it right as his fingertips brushed on the glass, and she downed it without hesitation, gifting him a satisfied smirk at the end.

"You can s-serve yourself" Her speech was already getting slurred as she tried to get out of Mateo's grip.

"You don't seem so shy anymore." He turned her around, giving her a searching look, but she made sure to keep her poker face.

"You don't seem so funny anymore" The girl replied, imitating his tone, feeling as if it was the best come back ever. Yep, the alcohol is really getting into my head.

"Well, in that case," Mateo started seductively as he pushed her closer "I can think of many ways to make this more fun"

Deya felt her cheeks flush. What was he playing at?

"How about you don't." The girl mustered all her strength to push him away, the fact he wasn't sober being to her advantage. Whatever were his intentions, she didn't plan on finding out.

Despite her better judgment, she turned back to the bar and poured herself another shot. Holding the glass, she turned around just in time to see Mateo trying to grab her again. As on instinct, her hand flew and threw the drink right into his pretty face.

In that moment, she could hear the other guys burst out laughing.

"Fuck this shit" Mateo murmured as he left the girl and walked out of the room.

Alone at last, Deya refilled her glass and sat on the bar top. Her eyelids fell down and she sipped on the bitter poison. While, initially, its taste seemed unbearable, each gulp made her despise it less and less.

As she was about to pour another one, she was, once again, interrupted by a voice.

"You should slow down, Angel."

The reality slowly slipping away, she did not even look around. Besides, there was only one person that called her that. Dylan.

If she ignores him, he'll have to leave eventually? Right?

But he didn't. Instead, he took a few steps forward and stoped between her legs which were slightly apart and hanging over the sharp edge of the bar.

"What made you all down in the mouth?" Dylan whispered as he tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

Silence.

"If it's about Mateo.." He sighed, but didn't finish his sentence as the girl shook her head in dismissal. And she wasn't lying.

"Then what is it?" His voice had a sense of urgency that forced her to look up.

Is it possible that maybe he did actually care?

"You know you can tell me anything" He added in whisper as their eyes locked. Seeing the softness in them, she actually considered it for a moment. However, despite her intoxication, she knew she would regret opening up. It would be yet another principle broken.

"It's nothing." She will not get deceived by his innocent looks. He is a criminal, after all.

"Still a bad liar, Angel" Dylan stated with sad honesty, but Deya didn't bother to reply. Instead, she leaned for another glass and filled it up to its brim.

Looking at her outstretched hand, she could see him struggle to decide whether to take it.

"Unless you're s-scared, of courrrse." She put the glass down, filled her own one - admittedly less than his - and gulped it down. Looking over at him with one eyebrow raised in challenge, the girl just prayed she had struck his ego hard enough.