Once a Dare leads to Love (BOOK 1)

|20|Still Love The Betrayer|

Owen P.O.V

"What would you prefer to drink?" The bartender asked, smiling at me. I looked up at her with a cold gaze which soon changed into a killer smile.

Did I mention she was a girl? A beautiful blonde head with a slim and perfect figure. I put my elbow on the counter and face against my palm. As I continued to look at her with my hypnotizing gaze and killer dimpled smile. It always worked on girls like a spell.

"What would you prefer, beautiful?" I asked, emphasizing the word 'you' with the same killer smile. She smiled back and my smile widened. I examined her from head to toe. She had blue eyes and blonde hair falling freely in curls on her shoulders. While she was wearing a black lace top with blue shorts.

"Shall we dance?" I asked, extending my hand. She switched her eyes in between my hand and face before nodding with an ear-to-ear smile.

"I'd love to." She walked over the counter and grabbed my hand. Together we made our way towards the dance floor. Just then the music changed into a slow romantic one and already dim lights faded more. I shrugged at the sudden change of music as I laced my hands with her and pulled her closure.

I had never wanted this for myself. Sometimes in life things were so out of control that despite our all attempts we could never be able to control them. Then we just left them behind and moved on. But my all efforts of forgetting were going in vain, I just couldn't make her out of my mind and heart.

The voice in my head always mocked me that she was a betrayer, a traitor. How can I still love her? And the voice of my heart replied to it that love is blind. Love means to forget and listen to what our loved ones want to say. But I never heard her explanation. Because that wasn't the first time she did this.

"You can't think about someone else while you're with me." A feminine voice put me out of my trance. I looked at the face in front of me and my world stopped. My eyes widened recognizing the person. In the dim lights, her face was still looking so mesmerizing. Her light grey eyes were looking at me slightly annoyed. This was what she always said to me whenever she caught me space out with her.

"How dare I think about anything else?" I retorted, closing the distance between our faces. I caught her lips in a passionate kiss but didn't feel anything like I always do with her.

She's not her.

Reality hit me as I broke the kiss and looked at her. I creased my brows in confusion, anger got the best out of me and I pushed her away.

"What happened?" The bartender girl asked, shocked by my behavior. Ignoring her question, I glared at her and moved towards the drinking session to get myself something to calm.

"Helen happened," I muttered under my breath as I choked the sour liquor in one go. The burning sensation in my throat made me crave for more but before I could go for it, my phone vibrated. Frowning, I checked the ID and it was my Dad. I rubbed my temple in frustration.

My parents were actually an ideal example of parenting. They gave me full freedom to enjoy my life and I spend it the way I want. No objection, no limitations, just freedom. They even encouraged me in my emotional crisis when life felt like a hell to me. Just because of my family and two idiots also known as friends, I was able to overcome it.

I came out of the club and looked at the time, it was 9 pm. My phone again vibrated, I cleared my throat and picked the call.

"Hey, Dad. What's up?" I asked in a cheerful tone.