The Bad Boy's Dirty Little Secret BL Chapter 20: Eyes on You

Kai’s P.O.V

Devon, Cole and I once again found ourselves in that same bar where I had met Night that first time, sneaking off to the men’s room to fuck some random guy.

Even the memories of that first night made goosebumps rise on my skin.

Picking up the glass of whiskey from the table, I downed the entire glass in one go, trying to push back those memories to the back of my mind.

“Easy there.” Devon gave me a look over the rim of his own glass. “I’m not carrying you back home if you get drunk tonight.”

“I’m not drunk.” I protested, cursing myself internally when I heard my voice slur a bit.

“Sure you aren’t.” Cole gave me a sarcastic look before rolling his eyes and focusing on Devon. “Remind me again, why did Josh bail on us this time?”

“Something about his cousin’s birthday party?” Devon scoffed. “If I don’t get an invite to his next family event, I’m calling him out for his bull big time. Since when is he such a family guy? Every time we call him to hang out, it’s been one event or the other.”

“My thoughts exactly.” Cole sighed. “Do you think he’s dating someone? Like…seriously dating? That’s why he doesn’t want to hang out with us on Friday’s anymore?”

“Even if he was dating someone seriously, what’s wrong with hanging out with us? We’ve been friends since forever!” I protested once again. “It’s not like we’re always out here trying to find hookups!”

“Speak for yourself.” Devon’s voice was sarcastic as he pointed a finger at me. “Who was the one that got us all here today telling us that he hadn't been out having fun in a long time? We all know your definition of fun, Kai. So don’t even bother defending yourself.”

Cole shook his head after listening to us bicker like high school kids, before he took a sip of his drink and started scanning the crowd. He was our designated driver for tonight, so he was going to stick to his one glass of wine while Devon and I got hammered.

Honestly, it felt like it’s been ages since I’d been here with just my friends, drinking, bickering and just having fun. Since when did life start to get so serious? Or was I the only one who had gotten too worked up in the last couple weeks that I had forgotten to live my life to the fullest.

No worries, no stress…just us friends and alcohol to drown out everything else.

Then I didn’t have to think about all these bullshit like gender identity, sexual preference and whatever fancy term that I was suddenly associating myself with after one bloody kiss with a man.

“Come on! Let’s get on the dance floor.” Devon urged as one of our favorite songs started to play on the stereo, the beats so loud that my heart pounded in tune with it, hammering against my ribcage with every drum-beat.

The three of us got up from our seats and headed to the dance floor, trying to burst out moves that we didn’t have and yet, no one seemed to care. It was past eleven on a Friday night and the dancefloor was packed with swaying, sweaty bodies, grinding against one another. Having the coolest moves was the least of their problems.

At first, Cole, Devon and I stood together, dancing with our glasses in our hands, swaying to the beat and moving our heads, letting the rhythm take control of our bodies. However, it wasn’t long before we were joined by female company. Devon was the first to move away from our little group, with not one but two women hanging from his arms.

I gave Cole a skeptical look, but he just shrugged his shoulders and continued to enjoy the music, until his eyes landed on a woman across the dancefloor and he gave me a mock salute before sauntering over to her, moving cautiously past the wild dancers bursting out their inner Michael Jackson.

I sipped at my drink, scanning the dancefloor with my eyes. Several interested glances were cast my way, but for some reason, none of them held my attention. I offered a polite smile to a woman who was twirling her hair with her fingers, giving me the ‘come hither’ look, looking behind her to the sitting area where new people came and went, in an almost futile attempt that someone, anyone, would catch my eyes.

That was until…I saw two familiar faces walk in and get seated on a nearby table and I felt my heart drop to the pit of my stomach.

Night and Landon.

Fuck!

What were they doing here? And why the fuck did they have to be in this same club once again?

“Hey handsome…”

Startled at the loud voice, I looked down at the woman who was standing in front of me. It was the woman who had been twirling her brunette hair until now and due to the loud music, she had to practically scream in my ears to get my attention.

“Hi.” I leaned down to speak next to her ear. “What’s your name?”

“Erica.” She gave me a sheepish smile. “What’s yours?”

She looked to be around the same age as me, maybe a year or two older…but who cared. From this close, she looked hot. The delicate lines of her face, the curves of her body and the way her eyes sparkled mischievously as she looked up at me…they all drew me in…or was I just too drunk?

Fuck that…I didn’t care. Especially, not when she leaned her body into mine, letting me feel her up close, as if telling me exactly what she had to offer.

“Kai.” I told her, my lips next to her ears so I didn’t have to yell. And I felt her body shiver against mine.

“Kai…such a cool name.” She smirked. “I like it.”

Turning, she began to dance to the beat, her body rubbing up against mine in an almost provocative manner. I liked her confidence. She knew exactly what she wanted and wasn’t shy about going after it.

However, even with a beautiful woman in my arms, her body flush against mine, the softness of her skin under my palms…my eyes darted to the table in front of the dance floor, where two known faces sat and chatted with each other. My eyes searching for a very specific someone…and found him sitting next to an unknown boy.

My heart tightened inside my chest involuntarily and I felt a surge of anger that I couldn’t explain.

“Ouch!”

Startled by the voice, I looked down at Erica in surprise to see her frowning at me. But soon, that frown turned into a smirk.

“I didn’t know you were this impatient.” She turned to whisper into my ears, leaning up on her tippy-toes so she could reach my height. “Do you want to get out of here or go to the washroom? The stalls in the men’s room are probably empty…”

Her hand went to the nape of my neck and she squeezed lightly, making me realize that my hand had been on her waist before, when I had seen Night sitting with another boy, and I had unknowingly squeezed a little too hard, making her think I had other intensions.

I may have had them…those other intensions…but the mere mention of men’s bathroom stalls brought back memories I was trying hard to forget and that was like dowsing ice-cold water over my arousal.

Once again, I found my eyes following him…without my conscious thought…and I saw him getting up from his seat along with the other boy and leading him to the direction of the washroom…