"YOU'RE GREAT." The girl teased him and glanced at me before raising an eyebrow. She's now staring down at my body and drawing a smirk.
"Is she your P.A?" she asked Rexon.
Rexon did not respond.
"As I expected," the girl stated after laughing.
I need to clear my throat to avoid everything I heard, but she keeps flirting with Rexon.
I decided to drink the wine from my glass again before speaking.
"Ah, excuse me, I have to go to the bathroom." I immediately stood up, but I felt dizzy.
"Hey, are you alright? Do you want me to go with you?" Jeff offered.
"Shut up, dude!" I heard Rexon said as he was hugging his two girls.
"It's okay, Jeff." I smiled at him before I glanced at Rexon, who suddenly rose back on the couch.
I saw Jeff give Skye another high five before laughing. I started to walk away from them, and Jeff followed me.
"Where is the CR here?" I asked him, straining to make up the cracked voice.
"Towards the end I guess."
I smiled a little and continued to walk.
"I hope you don't mind asking me this. Do you have a boyfriend?" His voice turned into a husky one.
I pressed my lips. "I haven't," I answered and gave him a tipsy smile.
"Great. Are you courted by someone?" he asked again.
"I'm not ready to entertain suitors yet. There's a lot more important to do than having a love life." I spoke gently so that he would not be offended.
"Others prefer to have a love life despite the problem they are facing. That's an additional motivation and inspiration." He chuckled.
I shook my head slowly. He has a point, but I don't think I can embrace that principle for someone like me who just moves on from pain and frustration. You don't need someone to quickly mend your broken heart. It takes time and courage to bring back the pieces again.
"Ah, I'm okay. Just wait for me out here," I said as we reached the comfort room.
I looked in the mirror and slightly straightened my hair. It wasn't long before I heard voices arguing outside, but because of the alcohol, I just ignored it.
I went straight to the cubicle, and the noise I heard earlier was getting louder, which made my forehead frowned.
I quickly fix myself before hopefully going out, but I was suddenly worried about the guys earlier. Maybe they were the ones outside and just waiting for me to come out?
I seemed to lose color at that thought and quickly hugged myself. I leaned against the wall and blinked emphatically. I spent a few more minutes before daring to come out, realizing it was quiet outside.
I slowly turned the door open and peeked around when I saw the man leaning near the door wearing his trademark leather jacket, brown leather shoes, and black trousers. He crossed his arms on his chest, which made me swallowed.
I was immediately settled when he glanced at me. And I quickly looked for Jeff.
"Rexon? What are you doing here?" I struggled to adjust my posture because of the beating of my heart.
"Waiting for you?" His lips rose.
"Where is Jeff?" I asked instead.
He didn't answer, but he shrugged his shoulders before we started walking.
I immediately backed away and held on tightly to the doorknob. I hate how my body reacts whenever he's neared me.
"Do you like him?" he asked in a deep cold voice.
I frowned at his question.
"Come on! He likes you too." He seemed like another taunt after he said that.
"I don't understand what you are trying to say," I replied and looked away.
But he took one step towards me, so I was on his back again. He looked at me from head to toe, and right now, I could feel the awkwardness between us.
"You were just an ordinary girl. Nothing is too special in you for him to like you." Again, he crossed his arms on his chest then gave me a smirk.
I swallowed the pain that he was feeding me. He was right. Nothing special to me. I am just an ordinary girl as simple as he thinks I am.
But I am not that easy to get, I am sure of that.
"Thanks for the compliment, Mr. Perfect!" I sarcastically said.
I am nothing compared to those girls who sat beside him and gave him the pleasure he wanted. So I'd rather be simple than like a guy who just cares only about my body.
He grinned after holding on to the doorknob. It was only now that I realized that I was inside the CR again, and he was blocking my way.
"And I don't like you either." He turned up his lips on mine and eyed me from head to toe.
I bit my lip hard as if it wanted to bleed at any moment because of the insult.
"You are not the type of girl I want." His eyes dropped again to my lips further down to my body.
"Tss. That slender body?" Then he shook his head.
The redness quickly rose to my cheeks. I could also feel the warmth of my ears from what I heard. I hugged myself and looked at him with sharp eyes.
"Then I'm sorry if I'm not as sexy as the ones you're sleeping with! I'm sorry if my body isn't proud of anything compared to the ones next to you before whose breasts are almost bulging to you!" I tried my best, but I couldn't stop myself from raising my voice.
I didn't want to, but I was hurt by what he said. There's no denying that he likes a sexier, more confident body than my skinny one, but does he have to say it?
The expression on his face changed.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you," he apologized.
"Are you done?" I asked with a furious heart.
"Cherry," he softly uttered my name.
I admit that it's nice to hear him call my name like this, but I'm not that stupid to be carried away by his soft voice.
"Excuse me!" I said bravely and bumped his shoulder to get out.