The Beast's Rejected Wife (Under Major Revision)

Chapter 8

That night, we headed to the Escapade bar as we had agreed. The atmosphere was buzzing with energy, and I was excited to let loose.

"What?! I can't hear you!" I shouted over the music, leaning closer so he could hear me better.

"What if I asked to court you? Would you let me?" he leaned in, his breath warm against my ear. I couldn't help but laugh.

"No way, prof! That's not right! I'm still your student!" I said, shaking my head. He chuckled at my response, rolling his eyes as he took a sip of his drink.

As he stared at me playfully, I poured some tequila into my glass. I sprinkled salt onto my tongue before taking a shot, then grabbed a lemon and sucked on it.

I licked my lower lip, gazing back at him with a smirk. He seemed tipsy, his cheeks flushed from the amount of hard liquor we had consumed. I could feel the alcohol coursing through my veins, making me bolder. In the middle of the crowd, I held his hand and started dancing in front of him.

We both laughed as I teased him with my moves, biting my lower lip and flashing a sultry smile. It was clear that my antics were getting to him; he licked his lower lip, his gaze flickering from my eyes down to my lips. I placed my hand on his shoulder, drawing him in closer, especially when a wave of dizziness hit me.

When I looked at him again, I was suddenly met with a familiar face from my past.

Gideon. . .

I cupped his face and captured his lips. I could remember what I saw earlier, that made me kissed him harshly. Naiinis ako, nagagalit ako, nasasaktan ako. At dito ko naisipang ibuhos lahat ng iyon.

I pushes my tongue inside his mouth, as he played with mine too. Mas naging mapupusok ang halikan namin hangang sa bumagsak kami sa malambot na kama, with me towering on him.

I moan on his lips as I felt his hand roaming on my body.

What the fvck are you doing Kaia Rogue?

Agad akong napalayo nang marinig ang boses ni Gideon sa isip ko. Puno iyon ng galit at pagbabanta. Para akong nabalim sa wisyo at nawala bigla ang pagkalasing. Doon ko napagtanto na hindi si Gideon ang kahalikan ko kundi si Zejin.

He stares at me with confusion is his eyes, ngunit di nagtagal ay para rin siyang binuhusan ng malamig na tubig.

"I have to go Zejin," iyon ang huli kong sinabi sa kaniya saka nagmadaling lumabas.

Nagmadali akong umuwi sa bahay ni Gideon ng 'di na pinagkaabalahan pang ayusin ang itsura ko. Pagkapasok na pagkapasok ko palang ay mlakas nang sumara ang pintuan sa likuran ko at napaatras ako ng bahagya ng tuluyan kong makita si Gideon na nakaupo sa couch sa tabi ng lampshade.

I could see his crimson red eyes blazing with rage, burning like embers in the shadowy confines of the bar. The dim lighting flickered overhead, casting ominous shapes that danced across the walls, but all I could focus on was him. The air felt thick with tension, and despite the cold that seeped through the cracked windows, an unusual heat radiated from his very being, wrapping around me like a suffocating blanket.

The clinking of glasses and muffled conversations faded into a distant hum as adrenaline surged through my veins, sharp and electric. It was as if the effects of the alcohol had been obliterated, leaving me hyperaware and painfully alert. My heart raced in response to the raw intensity in his gaze, igniting something primal deep within me. Each breath I took felt labored, thick with anticipation, as the space between us crackled with unspoken threats and unresolved desires.

Is he mad?

"Where. Have. You. Been?" His voice dripped with venom, sharp and intimidating, sending a chill down my spine.