The Bad Boy's Dirty Little Secret BL Chapter 80: Drunk Words are Sober Thoughts

Kai’s P.O.V

I don’t know what my face looked like when I stared at her like she was mad, but I’m guessing I conveyed my disbelief properly, because her smile dropped like she was offended with the way I was looking at her.

The entitlement in her words made me think that she was indeed some spoilt rich brat, who had gone out and gotten dead drunk and even her own friends had deserted her at the side of the road…if she had friends in the first place.

But seeing as she still stood in my way with no signs of moving along, I guess I had to spell it out for her, so she could understand what was going on.

“Ma’am…it’s nighttime; the university is closed,” I told her firmly with a tone that clearly said ‘now leave me alone’. “And if you want a tour, come back next time when it’s more appropriate and you’re already enrolled. Someone from your department will show you around the campus.”

Hopefully that was enough to repel her. Surely, it was. Or else, I just might have to punch somebody.

“What are you talking about?” Rosalie asked, head tilted to the side. I don’t know if she’s doing it to be cute, or if she was actually confused. Either way, I wanted nothing to do with her. “It has to be you who helps me with the tour. I want you to show me around. Please…show me around now!”

Frustration flared within me as I stared at this annoying woman who refused to take no for an answer. “Are you drunk, Miss?” I snapped. “You sound drunk; but please refrain from going around saying stuff like that to strangers, or you could land in some real trouble.”

But even as I tried to warn her, I seemed to have given her an opening because she smirked and stood on her tiptoes, bringing her face impossibly close to mine. “Can you check my mouth thoroughly to see if I’m drunk?” She closed her eyes and tilted her chin forward. “You can even use your lips to check.”

“Seriously, lady, what the fuck are you talking about?” I barked, backing away from her immediately. “Can you leave me alone? I want nothing to do with you.” I was at the limit of my patience now, and I just wanted to go back inside and see Night again. But as I tried to take another step  forward, she grabbed me.

Her grip was surprisingly strong, even more so since she caught me off guard. Swiftly, she wrapped her arms around my neck and leaned in as if to kiss me, but thankfully, I gathered my wits right on time and was able to put a hand between us, pushing her away.

Inwardly, I felt violated that she was pushing herself onto me. Because of our close proximity, I could confidently say that I did not smell any alcohol on her breath.

So what the fuck was she doing right now? Was she pretending to be drunk or was she just a desperate hooker looking for some easy cash by blackmailing an university student?

Whatever it was, it was fucking getting on my last nerves.

“I was being patient and tolerant because you are a woman,” I said slowly, my anger rippling in waves as I struggled to control myself. I was seriously close to losing my cool, and this bitch was testing me in ways I didn’t think possible. “Leave me alone, okay? Because the next time you do something like that, I won’t stand around and let you get away with it.”

I turned to leave, unable to listen to her bullshit any longer. This time, I steeled myself from her obstruction and was ready to push her away if needed. But it seemed that she was expecting that because instead of grabbing onto me again, she said, “I just wanted to see what you had that I didn’t. I wanted to know what was so special about you.”

I stopped in my tracks. What the fuck was it this time? “What kind of gibberish are you talking about?” I demanded as I turned around. “I don’t fucking know you.”

But my anger faded when I saw what she looked like—trembling, on the verge of tears. She looked miserable, like she had one misfortune after another happen to her in the span of a day, and it was taking effect now. The sudden change in her expression from earlier was quite startling, and I should’ve wondered if she was faking it, but it looked so genuine that I couldn’t bring myself to question her.

“The man I loved left me for another man,” she sniffed. A tear rolled down her cheek at the revelation, and she swiped it away with her forefinger. “That’s why I’m here.”

Oh.

But just as quickly as she had done so, another tear escaped her eye. “I had always loved him my whole life. I gave everything I could in our relationship.” She sighed. “In the end, I just wasn’t able to make him stay.”

Now I felt bad for losing my temper, feeling sympathetic over her situation. Maybe she really was just drunk and lost her way? Because no one could fake something like this…right?

Even as doubt swirled in the pit of my stomach, a strange sense of foreboding coiling in my gut, I still, felt bad for snapping at her just moments ago. “I…I’m sorry for being so mean to you,” I conceded, clearing my throat. “I’ll call you a cab to take you home safely. You shouldn’t be out in this state.”

She leaned against me, and even if I felt sorry for her and guilty about what I said, it still took everything in me not to flinch away from her touch. Something about her just rubbed me the wrong way and I couldn’t stop feeling that way.

“Oh, you seem like such a kind and caring young man,” she sniffed, wiping at her eyes once again. “I wish I had fallen for you instead of that…” She came closer, and I could tell she wanted to put her arms around me.

Should I let her do it to comfort her? Or should I push her away and reiterate my boundaries? But once again, this woman seemed to test my patience, because she did take advantage of my momentary distraction and wrap her arms around me tightly, and then she was once again on her tippy-toes, her lips puckered as she neared my face.

“What the hell! Stop that!” I tried to wiggle free from her hold, getting ready to actually throw her off.

But then I was saved from her unwelcome advances, when she was suddenly ripped off of me and a very familiar voice yelled out, “What on earth is happening over here?”

I turned towards the voice, and my heart sank. It was Night. Standing between us with an unreadable expression on his face as his gaze went from me to Rosalie.

I stood there, stunned, trying to say something that would make his not misunderstand this situation. Because I remembered how mad he had been when he had seen me with Saya and I didn’t want that to happen once again, not when we were finally moving forward in our relationship.