"ENOUGH, CHERRY. You might get drunk," he said seriously.
"Come on! You like it, don't you?! You make me sit here and drink, then you don't want me to get drunk?!" I bravely pulled out the bottle of vodka from him.
He did nothing because I immediately pour the brandy into my glass shot. Gradually, I felt the heat on my cheeks when I drank it. This was how it feels to be drunk, how delicious it feels.
"For Calixto and Amanda!" I said aloud with a bitter smile.
"Cheers!"
"Listen, I don't want you to get drunk," he continued. He almost whispered those words to me.
"I'm fine, Calixto. Why don't you just mind your girlfriend instead of me?" I said with my stern lip. I raised my hand to press it to my cheek.
His jaw tightened as I did. "I'll take you home." He grabbed my wrist.
"No, I'll take her home." We both turned to the man who stood at my side.
"Rexon?!"
Rexon was wearing a black jacket with a hood on his head, and he even put on a ball cap. He immediately put his arm around me and snatched the glass of vodka from me, and drank it immediately.
"Rexon!" The woman in front almost screamed his name.
"Shh . . ." He stopped the person named Icy from trying to scream.
"R-Rexon?!" I feel like I've lost my drunkenness because of the tightness of his embrace. Even his gentle caress on my shoulder gave more electricity to my body.
"Do you know each other?!" Icy asked me in surprise.
"Isn't obvious?" He glanced at me, then winked before smiling.
I was literally shocked at what he did. Did he wink at me?
"What are you doing here, Mr. Del'Torre?" Calixto's words cut through our gaze.
"It's not bad to unwind after a hard working day, right?" He glanced at me again as if asking for my consent.
He pulled out the glass of vodka again at the table, and without saying a word, he poured the content to my glass shot to drink it straight away.
"Yes, of course not!" Icy replied quickly, holding Rexon's hand, but he promptly avoided it.
"So, shall we?" He smiled at me and guided me upright.
"Oh, by the way, I already paid your drinks. It's my treat. Enjoy!" He even tapped Calixto on the shoulder before pulling me away from my seat.
I looked at them, who were still stunned by the speed of events. I even saw Calixto tried to follow me, but Amanda stopped him.
I haven't been able to walk straight because of dizziness. Thank God, Rexon's arms were strong and steady.
I was still dumbfounded as I rode his car away from Calixto's bar. We must have been running for almost half an hour and soaked in silence that no one wanted to speak.
"Why did you let him hurt you?" He finally spoke.
I couldn't help but look back at what he said.
"W-what are you talking about?" I shook my head as I leaned on the backrest of his car.
"I've been watching you the whole time. Obviously, you're just forced to sit and drink with them."
I quickly glanced at him with shocked eyes. "N-no. I've known them since college." I averted my eyes.
He just smirked while he glanced at the window repeatedly.
"I've known a lot of people like that, people numb to love." Then he laughed slightly.
I looked up again with my cats-eye. "Excuse me?!" I squinted my eyes more.
"You know what kind of woman you are? You're a martyr . . . in love." And then he laughed out loud.
"Excuse me?!" I glared at him.
"Though it sounds sarcastic, but at some point, you have to face the truth even if it hurts." He shrugged a little bit.
I can feel the warmth of my two cheeks. Why do I feel like he was advising me? Wait, what does he know about me?
"You don't know me. Besides, you have no right to tell me what I should do!" I spat out, still dizzy.
"Hey, I'm just stating a fact!" He turned his car to somewhere I wasn't familiar with.
I want to protest, but my dizziness enveloped me. I didn't even realize that I was drowsy due to drunkenness.
***
I slowly opened my eyes. What I expected to see was my dad's bed in the hospital, but I woke up immediately when I saw it wasn't my dad's room.
"Oh, damn!" I said out loud. I took a deep breath. I immediately checked my clothes, including my underwear, to make sure they were still attached to my body.
There was no pain between my thighs, but my head hurts. I just sat on the bed with a sore head after looking around the room.
"Where am I?" I spoke softly.
My question was immediately answered when Rexon came out of the door. He was wearing a white shirt and boxer shorts while he's drying up his hair using a black towel.
"What am I doing here?!" I blurted out. I quickly wrapped the blanket around my body.
He looked at me full of astonishment.
"What are trying to do to me?" I sat back down until I reached the end of the bed.
I saw him just smile at me, and without warning, he dropped the towel at his feet. And he tried to come closer to me.
"Don't come any closer! I'll scream!" I warned.
But he has already started to step closer. His eyes emit a fire. He then slowly raked his hair up and smiled at me devilishly.
I was so nervous because of how his dark eyes looking at me. I've reached the very corner of the bed and quickly covered myself with a pillow and blanket.
"I'll scream. Don't try to come near me!" I stabilized my voice, but I couldn't help but tremble in fear.
"This room is soundproofed, babe. Even if you shout, no one can hear you." He started to rip out his shirt and knelt on the soft bed.
"Fuck you!" I shouted, threw the pillow at him, and tried to run away, but he grabbed my midriff body and laid me down on the bed with all his might.
Everything happened so fast. I don't know how he laid me down on the bed while holding my two hands.
"Let me go! You pervert!" I shouted as I struggled.
"Come on, it's just a moment." His voice illegally killed my strength. I don't know how to react at this moment because he was now an inch away from me.
Gradually, the heat rose in my two eyes. I closed my eyes to hide the tears that I wanted to spill.
"Please, Rexon, let me go," I said shakily.
"Hey, look at me," he ordered. Out of fear, I followed what he said and met his gaze. "Do you really think I could do that to you, huh?" he whispered softly.
I blinked when he started to laugh. The grip on my hands loosened, and he let me go freely.
"Fuck you!" I pushed him away and tried to slap him on the chest. I don't know why my tears flowed as I did that.
"Hey, I'm sorry! I was just joking!" He tried to grab my wrist, and he finally succeeded.
"I'm sorry, okay?"
But my eyes were already wet with tears. I don't know if I'm angry or disgusted at what he did. I was about to surrender myself to him right now because I feel like my life is useless.
I was stunned when he wiped away my tears as he stared at me.
"Life can be a bastard sometimes. Whoever broke you is a big damn jerk for making you cry," he said in a hushed voice.
I couldn't help but turned a blind eye to what he said. His words were too rushed for me. I love someone who can't love me back, and that was fucking hurt.
"Move on is the best revenge." Then he grinned at me, baring his even teeth.
I thought about what he had said and glanced at him a little. But my eyes slowly drifted to his well-built body. It was as if I wanted to touch it.
"Are you hurt, too?"
"I'm in the process of moving on. Even though we don't have one ye." He smiled at me, but I knew it didn't reach his eyes.
I swallowed hard as I watched his eyes became darker. Even the bitterness in his smile was traceable. We were the same; he still had hoped for the impossible to happen.
"Who's the lucky girl?" I asked.
He glanced at me. If his eyes used to be dark, they now have a sparkle in them when he stares at me.
"She's my sister-in-law," he said in a softer tone.