Chapter 2 In A Stranger's Room

The kiss ended with a tiny, cute pop sound as Lance stared at her, unbelieving.

Lalissa showed off her teeth, nodding her head. "... I'm going to the bathroom."

She staggered the first two steps, colliding with the tables.

Lance blinked once and rushed to her.

"Do you need my help?"

Lalissa shook her head. "It's fine, I can find my way there."

Lance nodded as he watched her mix in the crowd.

His eyes followed her until she climbed the stairs, and he couldn't see her again.

He exhaled softly and raised his finger to his lips.

"I just took Lissa's first kiss."

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Lissa poured water on her face, some wetting her front hair, causing tendrils to appear on her forehead.

She raised her head, staring at her reflection in the mirror.

Suddenly, she smiled, gripping the sink tightly.

Her weight rested on the sink as she smiled at her reflection.

"I look different, right?" she giggled. "So very different."

She pointed her finger towards the mirror. "You." Then to herself. "Me. We're the same," she slurred, running her fingers through her hair.

She took a backward step, smiling while waving at her reflection again and again, until she got to the door.

"Bye, friend." The door shut as she stood in the middle of the corridor.

Left. Right. Left. She looked confused about which direction she had followed.

"This one..." She pointed to her left, taking the route.

As she walked, she looked at the doors that lined the hallways.

She could barely hear the music as she held the walls to support herself.

"Where is everyone?" She turned around, finding the hallway completely silent.

The creaking of a door got her attention as she saw the back of a man walking into a room.

"Lance!" She blinked, trying to shake off the effect of the drink. "Hold on!"

She dashed off drowsily, rushing to the door.

The door was about to close when she slid herself into the room.

Her eyes welcomed the dimly lit room.

"Wow," she mumbled.

Someone grabbed her hand from behind, pulled her to the wall, and pinned her hands above her head.

"What are you doing here, little girl?"

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Lance drummed his fingers on the table as he waited for Lalissa to return.

"It's been ten minutes already," he mumbled, standing.

He stretched his neck, looking for her in the midst of the wasted crowd, but not even the color of her clothes was found.

He took his phone out of his pocket and dialed her number.

For three seconds, nothing happened.

Then, a phone rang out. Her ringtone.

He could hear it ringing—and the worst part, he could hear it ringing on the table.

He raised her purse and found the phone inside.

"Darn it." He cut the call.

"Where could she have gone?"

He turned to the direction Sienna and Ace were. They were also gone.

"Lissa, where are you?" he muttered, heading towards the direction of the bathroom.

Her purse in his left hand. His phone in his right hand.

"Excuse me," he told one of the waitresses. "Did you see a lady come this way? About 5 ft tall. Wearing a beige shirt and top."

The waitress shook her head.

"Sorry, sir, but I didn't see anyone."

He waved his hand, dismissing her.

"Lissa!" he shouted, thinking of calling Sienna, but almost immediately, the thought left his head.

She wouldn't know.

"Could she have gone home?" he wondered out loud. "Let me call her again."

He dialed the number.

No answer.

He lowered the phone, walking past the rooms.

"Lissa!"

"Lissa!"

"Lissa!"

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Lalissa stared at the hot, shirtless man who held her hands above her head while looking down at her with an expression she couldn't make out.

Suddenly, her brows knitted together. "You're not Lance."

He raised his brow slightly. "You walk into my room—my space—and demand—"

She giggled. "Stoop ittt."

His eyes shot up to her, a little confusion swirling in them.

"It's ticklish." She laughed.

His stare deepened on her as his eyes hovered over her body.

His eyes landed on the water that was dripping from his hair to her body.

Releasing her hands, he sighed as he shifted away from her.

"Get out."

Lalissa licked her lower lips as she stood straight and wrapped her arms around him.

"...Your body is so comfy," she whispered, snuggling closer as she sniffed in.

"A...and you smell so nice."

For a few seconds, he didn't react. He stood still, wondering how she ended up drunk or even in his room.

The AC hummed softly, brushing both their skin as she kept pressing her body against his back.

Slowly, he took his hands to hers, trying to unwrap them, but she only hugged him tighter.

"Stop it."

She shook her head, sniffing in more of his scent.

The water from his hair rolled down on her, drawing lines on her clothes.

With a little pressure, he removed her hands and faced her.

She looked at him with her doe eyes, giving off a smile she herself didn't understand.

The room swam around her, and she could swear she was seeing multiple images of the man in front of her.

"Y... you're scared. I-I know I'm irresistible, and—"

"Quiet," he ordered.

She pressed her lips together, still giving him that silly smile while licking her lips.

His eyes hovered over her body. Her lips—pink and tempting. Her eyes peering innocently at him. The water traces on her cleavage made thoughts cross his mind. Then, they stopped right back on her face.

Taking a step forward, he pushed her to the wall and caged her in.

He picked up his phone to call the room staff when her voice cut through, faster than the call could connect.

"...I told you. You're scared," she said. "Daddy."

Quickly, his hand stilled in the air as his eyes dropped to her face.

She gave him a sheepish smile, nodding her head.

Keeping the phone away, he pressed his body down on her, leaving her no space to escape.

Then, he took his thumb and brushed her lips, rubbing the corner.

"You have no idea what you're doing, little one," his voice dropped low—rough and ragged.

She flashed him a slow smile, eyes on his chest tattoo before taking them back to his face.

Her eyes spun. "Tell me. Daddy," she repeated, still giving off that drunken smile.

He leaned into her ears, his hot breath sending a sensual feeling as her thighs rubbed together.

"Stop saying that." This time, it was a warning.

Low.

Dangerous.

Like he'd lose all self-control he'd been trying to hold in since she walked into his room, uninvited.

"...Why?" she asked drowsily. "Does my words affect you? Daddy."

And that was it.

His lips crashed down on hers. Not slow. Not teasing. Not tasting.

Rough. Feral. Hungry.

A throaty moan escaped Lalissa's throat as her lids shut.

Without breaking the kiss, he released her hands and groped her waist, lifting her to his height.

Lalissa wrapped her arms around his neck, matching the mind-wrecking kiss.

Their mouths fought against each other, tongues battling for space as they devoured each other's lips like hungry beasts.

He broke the kiss and traced wet kisses from her mouth down to her collarbone.

Lalissa's head fell backward.

She moaned out without opening her eyes as she rubbed his back, feeling his muscles.

"You shouldn't have come in here, little one," he whispered, cupping her as he stepped away from the wall.

Her legs curled around his torso, breath coming in low hitches as she opened her eyes.

He threw her on the bed and came on top of her, claiming her lips again. This time more rough—filled with desire and the need to destroy each other.

Her nails dug into his back as she arched her body closer to him.

He stopped, taking off her clothes.

Her heart drummed in her chest as he took his off, and what followed was a night of endless, burning passion.