Dancing with a stranger

Chapter |5✨

It was a nice cute little bar for its name I walked in a saw Grace and Charlie already at the bar.

Walking over I grab Grace's neck and she turns around quickly about to wack me in the face while Charlie's laughing. Hi, I side hug her and tell the bartender I want a beer.

After a while, we were all three chattings and I needed to go to the bathroom. So I walk over to the restrooms and I felt okay when I went in.

On the way out I ran into a guy and I looked up and saw the most beautiful gray eyes. Then all of a sudden I looked down at a pair of shoes and I threw up.

Omg, I'm sorry I didn't intend to do that. I didn't think I had that much. I can't believe that I just did that.

"Hey, it's all right. Stay here and let me bring you a bottle of water.

Whoever he was coming back around the corner passed me the bottle of water and made me sit at the closest table.

"Hey, my name is Kian." if you need anything, I'll be right here.

I have to go back to my friends I babbled out and tried to stand up but almost face-planted. A brace of strong arms caught me.

Allow me to take you back to your friends. Where can I find them again?

Look for Charlie and Grace by the bar.

10 am

I woke up still in my clothes on a random couch that I'd never seen before. I sit up and grab my phone on the floor by my purse and see 5 texts and 13 missed calls from Grace and 3 texts from my father.

I stand up, my legs shaky, trying to make my way to find the bathroom. But as I step into the hallway, I freeze. My eyes land on the dining room, and there, sitting at the table, is none other than Kian Garcia. He's absorbed in his phone, his fingers moving rapidly across the screen. I swallow hard, caught off guard.

I clear my throat, hoping the sound will break the awkward silence that settles in the air.

He looks up, his eyes scanning me for a moment, and then a slight smirk tugs at the corner of his lips. Without missing a beat, he stands up slowly, as if this isn't the first time he's encountered someone caught off guard in his presence. The tension in the room is palpable, thick enough to cut with a knife.

"So, you're here too," I say, my voice barely above a whisper, the unease creeping into my tone.

Kian doesn't respond immediately, just studies me for a long moment, as if trying to decide whether to say something or just let the silence speak for itself.

"Looks like it," he finally says, his voice smooth and effortless. He doesn't seem surprised or concerned, almost as if he's been expecting me to show up here.

"What the hell am I doing in your house?" I shout, my voice cracking with frustration and disbelief. "You, of all people, could've killed me—or worse! You could've."

He doesn't flinch. Instead, he just leans back against the doorframe, his eyes still as cold as ever. "My father is away on business," he mutters, barely looking up at me. "And I kept your ass anyway. If it wasn't for you throwing up on my shoes, you would've been passed out cold on the floor."

The words hit harder than I expect. My face flushes with embarrassment, but I can't focus on that. I'm too caught up in the sheer insanity of the situation.

"I'm so sorry about that," I mumble, feeling the weight of my mistake. "But why did you bring me here of all places? What the hell were you thinking?"

He sighs, his expression hardening. "Well, I wasn't about to take chances of getting shot by your father. And apparently, Grace and Charlie took off. I couldn't find them."