Fallen game

Prologue

"Hi miss."

I was dancing in the middle when a man approached me. I have a lot of things lurking in my head for weeks and I really am sure that alcohol can do its wonder for me. And our practical exam just ended today.

After one hell week, I was able to breathe fresh air. Uh, not exactly 'fresh air' but my kind of comfort air. The world is spinning around.

Ahhh. I love it. I shook my head a little and grinned. I stopped from dancing and checked him out. Hmm. Not bad. I gave him my effortless seductive smile.

"Hi," I breathe out.

I fucking love how alcohol consumed my whole existence. It puts me on high bliss. It makes me forget all the problems of this world. It makes me forget about the existing pressure lying on my shoulder. And makes me forget about him. I shouldn't even think about him. Why the hell does he keep on popping out of my mind?

"I'm Louis."

I smirked. "The name's Kianna,"

"I know," he said

That made me raised a brow. "You're a Dela ferrer," he continued.

Oh.

Of course.

And how did I end up here, alone again? Aaahh, my cousins! They weren't here! They're all too tired to party! But I wanted to, so I headed straight here alone. But I'm not a loner. Duh.

That's sooo not me.

The next thing we knew, we were wildly dancing in the middle of a high end club. Drank a lot of alcohol then danced again.

He placed his hands on my waist as we danced. I just grinned. It travels down to my back. I'm wearing a black, backless dress so he had easy access. A little part of me is guilty. But I shouldn't be.

He leaned closer to me. "Wanna go somewhere?"

I raised a brow. I might be fucking drank but I can still think straight. A little.

I playfully smiled. "Sure," I trailed.

"But later. I still want to dance." I added to tease him

That made him smile widely. "Gladly,"

I don't know for how long we've been dancing when someone grabbed me out of the man's hold. I was about to bitch slap the man who just grabbed me when I met his eyes.

His face was grim and his jaw clenched. He didn't say a word as his hold tightened a little. He just let go of my arm when he made me sit on a vacant sofa. He then gave me a bottle of water and stood up in front of me, arms crossed.

"Care to explain what the fuck did just happened, Laureen?" His voice was so cold.

I rolled my eyes and tried to open the bottled water but I was too weak. I heard him sighed as he opened it for me. After that, he just looked at me grimly, as I drank my water.

"You already saw what happened." I answered him. I really plan to ignore him but knowing him? He'll just annoy me to hell until I give him an answer.

He sighed as he massaged his forehead. He was wearing a black button down dress shirt with sleeves folded up. It looks like he just finished attending a meeting.

He frustratedly opened the three buttons, revealing his chest. And his silver necklace.

"I told you, it's too dangerous to go out alone. Especially if you plan to get drunk."

I glared at him. I leaned my back on the sofa and crossed my legs. He followed it with his gaze and when he looked back at me, he shook his head.

He massaged his neck. "Why are you so damn stubborn?"