What?!

I wanted to shout at Monica's face but my body felt numb and can't react even a thing. I am absolutely astounded on what I heard and a hint of remorse on it.

What the hell? He's a what? A gay?

That couldn't be possible. His well-toned aroused biceps is not a thing a gay could have! Maybe Monica just mistook that guy for someone. I mean, it's impossible, right? Everyone won't see him as a gay because, 1.) He's masculine, 2.) He walks like a proud man, 3.) He has this manly voice, 4.) He is clothed like a man with honor, and lastly 5.) Did I already told you that he's good-looking?

"Hey!" I felt Monica's hand on my arm so I immediately look at her, straight on the eye, trying to convince her that she's just joking around.

"Tell me that you are kidding, Monica." I uttered, my both hands are on her sides. She raise her brows up then smirk at me. She then move backwards — trying to scan the crowd—as if she's looking for someone.

"There," she points at the man on his black suit—laughing with another man on his button down polo. "Those two are gays." She chuckled and finally sits on the vacant stool beside me. "Sex-on-the-beach, please." She ordered.

Monica then look at me then sigh, "look, Erin. You've got to believe me. That guy is our fucking mentor in our studio. Believe me when I say he got a boyfriend too." She purposely laugh and tap the counter twice and look back at me again, "the name's Trent by the way."

Trent, Trent, Trent, Trent

Shoot, where did I heard that name? I am sure I did and I just forgot where and whe–

Fuck.

I'll bring Trent with me...

I'll bring Trent with me...

I'll bring Trent with me...

I'll bring Trent with me...

Damn it, babe. Of all the guys I like and met, why does it have to be you I almost shriek? Like, hey! This was the first time a guy caught my attention and it turns out to be... gay?

Absurd!

Monica chuckle right after seeing my constipated face as I ordered another glass of Daniels. She taps my shoulder and went down on her stool. "Let's dance, Erin. C'mon! Get your ass out that stool and let's get wasted tonight."

I gulp my last drink before finally going down from the stool and let Monica grab me by my wrist. The music's loud and everyone is obviously enjoying the night. It's almost one in the morning and I am sure everyone's starting to loose their control.

"Where's Enrique?!" I shouted while I am drag by Monica. I need to shout since the crowd is too wild and noisy as fuck!

"I don't know. I lost my sight on him. Maybe he's grinding his ass on someone's dick right now!"

I rolled my eyes when I got to hear her answer. I know it is not impossible but Enrique promised me to take care of me tonight now that my brother's out of sight. He won't let himself killed by Brian, right?

"C'mon, Erin Margarete! Dance!" Monica let me go when we arrive on the center of the dancefloor—where everyone is jumping and laughing their lungs out. I saw a pair kissing and on my left are two girls touching the boobs of each other.

God. Wild.

I swayed my ass from left to right while making a way for my hands up in the air. I even grab my brown colored hair while still dancing thoroughly — enjoying the music that filled my ear.

"Yeah, that's my Erin!" Monica proudly announce as she already enjoyed someone and they are both looking down on my ass.

Well, I have a perfect set of ass anyway. I'm irresistible, I know and I am not bragging anyway.

I felt a hand grip my right side and notice a man behind me. I smirk as I continue to sway my ass and look for the man's already bulging front. I lightly touch my ass on the man's groin and I heard him groan. I chuckled lightly and face the man who had the courage to approach me.

Oh. Not bad, anyway.

That's it, Erin! Never mind that Lance guy from earlier. He's a gay and you won't allow yourself to get fuck by a gay, right?

"Max." The man uttered while still holding my sides, swaying from left to right.

I encircled my arms on his nape and continue my phase, licking my lower lip. "Aurora." I lied.

What? I am not telling my name to someone I just met. Hell, this is a club and there's no way in hell I would tell them my identity. I believe that a man you met in the club will always be a man who you met in the club. Nothing personal. We just need to play with the game of clubbing. No acquaintances, no meetings outside after you guys met.

They are temporary after all.

"Oh. Aurora. Nice ass by the way."

Right. People in the clubs will just meet, talk, flirt and vice versa. Everything here is just a plain flirting. No other strings involved.

"I know." I replied and make a way to his chest. He close his eyes when I roam my palms on his opened white sleeves.

"You've got nice chest!" I praised him when I felt a tiny hair on it. He smirk and hold my right arm, guiding it down to his buttocks.

Oh.

I scanned the crowd first and smiled when I saw everyone is busy dancing and it's impossible for us to get caught while doing something common in a club, right? I mean, everyone does this so I am counted.

Damn, it's been two weeks since I got to have a last hold of that thing.

I bit my lip and look at his encouraging smile. I smiled back and put my hand above his zipper and slowly zip it down while still swaying from left to right together with the rambling sound of the music.

"Fuck!" He cursed when he felt my hands rubbing his length while his arms are still on my waist. I rub it up and down, trying to enjoy this man's hard and lengthy best bud.

"Damn, baby..." He whispers when I touch his balls.

He pull me to him and my hands let go of his length immediately. He rub it on my skirt while hugging me too!

Damn, I miss holding a dick.

He still hugs me, trying to calm his buddy while still joining the beat of the music. My brows creased upon the realization.

He won't invite me home like what other men usually does? I mean, I won't let myself get fuck with a stranger but I am just amazed when he didn't try to ask me out and he just let himself calm his thing after I wake it up.

After a few minutes, I felt him moving away and zip his own pants in front of me. He licks his lips and smiled apologetically.

Now, I am more confused.

"I'm sorry if I let you do th–"

I didn't let him finish his words when I saw Lance behind him and I left the man I was playing with abruptly. The 'Max' guy called my name but I didn't listen to him either.

I saw Lance went out after he was punch by someone and he left the area without no one on his side. What the hell just happened? I didn't see everything and the punching part was all I saw.

Erin, I thought you're not going to chase that gay anymore? My insides shouted but I quickly shove the thought again and fasten my phase. He exited on the back part of the club where it leads directly to the forest.

What is he doing?!

"Hey!" I shouted when we finally reach the grassy land of this club's property. I saw him kick a stone and it immediately made a sound when it reaches the barricades.

I squeal.

Lance turn around when he heard my sudden squeal and I even saw his forehead crease. He just roll his eyes heavenward and continue walking.

Ugh. Gay, indeed.

Period.

"Hey!" I shouted again and run to follow him. He went up on a short mango tree near the club's fence and jump to the other side.

Damn, gay. Why is he making this so hard for me?!

"Freak, wait for me!" I screamed but he didn't look at me either. I am sure as hell that he remember my face but he's trying to act like nothing happened, like his bag didn't gave me an inconvenience earlier!

I sigh as I look at the tree. Right. You won't die just by climbing this thing, Erin.

I put my left foot on the small trunk and make a way to the other. Good thing I wore flats.

I smiled when I finally reach the top and was about to jump on the other side but I almost had a heart attack.

Another fuck! Can I jump this height?!

Well, anyway, I can. I check for the gay first and he's already meters away—not even concerned on what I am doing while chasing him.

Char. Chasing. Feeling important. Ampota.

"Kyaah!" I screamed when I reach the land through my butt. I shriek when I felt my bones crack a sound before making a timid groan.

Damn it.

"You're impossible! What are you thinking, woman?!" He shouted and I am more shock when his face is so close to mine. I bit my lip, trying to stifle a smile and just look away.

I thought he left.

"Gosh. You ruined my day two times already..." I heard him whisper as he scope me on his arms.

Fuck, he fucking carry me bridal style!

Brother, I'm getting married!

"You remembered me..." I uttered and look at his face. He gave me a glance before rolling his eyes again.

Cute.

"You're a gay?" I asked but immediately bit my lip.

Damn this mouth of mine.

He chuckled as he continue walking. I scan the place while my hands are on his nape.

"What are we doing in the middle of the forest?" I whisper and getting obviously scared when I notice how dark the place is.

Remind me again why I followed this guy in the middle of the night AND on the middle of the forest.

"Ask yourself." He plainly replied so I did a mental slap.

It is basically my fault why I am in the middle of the forest with this gay!

"But you're the reason why I am here." I tried to fight and reason out.

"And did I tell you to follow me? Woman, I didn't." He uttered, annoyed.

I made a face when I realized he is right again. So, the only thing I need to do right now since I can't walk, is to trust this gay.

"You won't rape me are you?" I ask to break the silence between us.

He stop on his track and look at me surprisingly. His face is obviously shock and he's even trying to stifle a laugh!

What? I am just making sure. I am a flirty woman but inexperience after all. Duh.

Lance didn't reply me, making me more oblivious. Minutes later when he stop and look at me again. "Can you stand? I can't open the gate."

Huh?

I roam my eyes in front—my hands are still clung on his nape. My eyes bulge on what I saw —totally surprised.

"Just stand. I'm just going to grab my keys."

He move forward and slid his right hand on his pocket then grab a key. He inserted it to a hole and the small gate opened with a small screetch.

He was about to scope me again when I stop him and take a step to enter the gate. The dried leaves made a sound as I walk slowly and my eyes roam around the alley. Damn, where is this place? This is damn wonderful!

"Is this yours?" I turn to look at him—leaning on the side— and went back to look at the small triangular crib in front.

"Yeah." He replied and walk ahead of me and turn the switch before finally opening the door.

"Woah." I whispered as I rummage the area while still trying to keep my balance.

Yellowish, brown, orange leaves are all over the ground and a fairy lights are decorated on the fence. I even saw a lamp post near the gate completely lit and so does the two-steps-stairs to the house.

I take a step to the tiny stairs and went up to the tiny black wooden bridge. Few steps away is a wide deck where stands a lounger and a coffee table.

Damn, aesthetic!

I saw Lance came out from the triangular house and I check it again for the second time. It's color black and I can see the yellowish lights from the inside.

"Lance, fuck, this place is wonderful!" I complimented but I saw him raise a brow.

A sudden realization hits me, trying to ignore his stares.

Loser! I wanted to shout at myself for being stupid. Did I just mentioned his name?

I walk my way inside and was more amaze on what I saw.

A stair is completely standing near the door where another door was built. Then few steps away is a mini sala set and an LED television on the wall. Under the stairs is a mini kitchen and I even saw an oven standing proudly! Fuck, this is heaven! Minis are everywhere!

I sat on the couch while I am still roaming my eyes around. I even saw another glass door from behind but I chose not to go. My legs are already hurt and itchy. Damn. I forgot about this. This house is just astoundingly aesthetic!