##### Chapter 2 : Stolen kiss

Kian's POV

“It’s clear you don’t know who you’re dealing with, dude. I’ll reserve a spot in hell for you, I promise. The bartender walked away while I was still talking, but my words stood firm. My eyes blazed with a sinister light, fueled by my alcohol-soaked brain, as I stepped forward into the crowd, my movements captivating every lady who cared to stay.”

“Kian, do you want to stay for the night? A woman at the bar caught my attention, sitting with her legs crossed, tauntingly waving a pack of condoms in the air. What a trashy woman! I sneered, pouring a glass of whiskey into my mouth. The pungent taste seeped deep into my being as I gasped, the smell wafting out of my mouth.”

“I turned back to the bar, signaling the bartender for another whiskey. The lady’s eyes met mine, a sly smile spreading across her face. I raised my glass in a mock toast, and she laughed, her legs uncrossing as she slid off the stool. She sashayed towards me, her hips swaying like a pendulum.

‘Well, well, well. It looks like we’ve got a player in the house,’ she said, her voice husky.

I downed my whiskey, feeling the burn all the way to my gut. ‘Just a man living his best life,’ I replied, my eyes locked on hers.

She leaned in close, her breath hot on my ear. ‘I think we can make this a night to remember.’

“I let out a soft giggle as she stroked my hair with her finger, and I pulled her closer, our chests pressing together. But then she suddenly pulled away, my eyes flashing with anger. ‘A night with you would be a total waste; you’re such a disgusting being, Miss…,’ I spat, my voice trailing off as she stormed away, splashing her drink on the floor.

‘Hey, watch it, lady!’ a guy from the crowd warned, pointing a finger at her as she stomped off.”

“I shrugged off the tension and turned back to the bar, ordering another whiskey. The bartender raised an eyebrow but poured me a shot anyway. I downed it quickly, feeling the alcohol coursing through my veins.

“Kian, please order vodka, and I’ll mix your favorite,” he said. But within a minute, I switched gears. “Make it whiskey,” I told the bartender, who noted dryly, “You’ve changed your tune quickly!” The glasses clinked loudly as he poured my drink.

“For now, I’m a brandless buddy,” I grumbled, still simmering about the earlier encounter. “That woman over there ruined my night with her toxic behavior and complete lack of manners.”

I downed my whiskey, feeling the familiar burn, and motioned for another. The bartender obliged, and I continued to nurse my drink, trying to shake off the unpleasantness of the evening.

“As I sipped my whiskey, I couldn’t help but glance over at the woman who had ruined my night. She was now laughing and flirting with another guy, completely carefree. I shook my head in disgust.

‘You know, Kian,’ the bartender said, wiping down the counter,’sometimes it’s best to just let go and move on.’

“’Move on’? She’s just a random girl I met a few minutes ago,” I said, shrugging. “I wasn’t expecting much from her anyway; maybe just a quick makeout session. And who knows, maybe her body could even temporarily distract me from my worries,” I added with a sly smile, sipping my whiskey.

A lady beside me raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in her eyes. “You’re quite the charming one, aren’t you?” she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “But I think you’re selling yourself short. You seem like someone who’s capable of so much more than just a quick hookup.”

I chuckled, taken aback by her perceptiveness. “And what do you think I’m capable of?” I asked, and my curiosity piqued.

“A sudden surge of irritation swept over me as I scraped my stool against the floor, the noise echoing through the marble hallway. I stormed outside the club, my eyes scanning the darkness, until I spotted a familiar dress. I hastily grabbed her from behind, my fingers wrapping around her arm.

‘Too quick to decide, huh?’ I sneered, my nose flaring as I breathed in her scent. A sense of contentment washed over me, but she remained rigid and unresponsive.

‘You smell different,’ I said, my voice low and curious. But she didn’t budge, her silence piquing my interest.”

“Someone called out from the darkness, but I ignored them, my gaze fixed on her. ‘Hey, you’re not saying anything,’ I said, my voice laced with seduction. ‘Don’t you want me for the night again?’

My words trailed off as I grabbed her forcefully, my lips crashing down on hers in a deep, pleasurable kiss. I devoured her mouth, my tongue tangling with hers as I sucked her lips hungrily. The world around us melted away, leaving only the two of us, lost in the passion of the moment.”

“As we broke apart for air, her eyes gleamed with fierce intensity. ‘What’s wrong with you?,’ she whispered, her voice husky with a sudden hatred. ‘My first kiss,’ I raised an eyebrow, my mind racing with possibilities. ‘First kiss?’ I asked, my voice low and cautious.

“Tears suddenly streamed down her face, and I initially tried to walk away, but her sobbing and sniffling drew me back. ‘This is actually serious,’ I murmured, my tone softening.

‘Why are you crying?’ I asked, my voice laced with a mix of confusion and annoyance. ‘It’s not like I slept with you. You’re being dramatic.’

I smoothed my hair, a habitual gesture that also served to soothe my ego. But as I looked at her, I saw the depth of her pain and felt a pang of guilt. Maybe this was more than just a casual encounter. Maybe I had misjudged the situation entirely.”

“’You stole my first kiss,’ she whispered, her voice trembling as she repeatedly wiped her lips with the back of her hand.

I raised an eyebrow, taken aback by her words. ‘So, what’s so special about your first kiss?’