Zenon's Game Chapter 209

I stared down at my cartoon t-shirt. "You didn't help," I told it.

Zenon is handsome, we all know that. Does it get tired being that handsome? I bet it does. He probably measures his abs every day and feels sad when people don't complement him.

No, I'm not sour since this drink isn't a whisky sour. Yes, I'm bitter because he neglected me.

Now Zenon walked towards me, peeling away from the crowd on the dance floor like the lemon peel next to my drink. He was wearing a blue t-shirt that matched his eyes. No one had complained to him about his t-shirt.

With his back to the packed dance floor, he ran a hand through his hair and asked, "Where have you been?"

"Here," I replied bluntly.

"You should've joined us," he said, keeping the charming act up. He saw my cocktail glass and his expression changed. He reached out for it.

I let him take my drink but watched him with a hawk's gaze. If he has more than a sip...

He tasted it, "Amaretto sour. You're mixing drinks."

"Is that condensation in your voice?" I think I meant condescension.

"Candace, you did not start the night with this. Are you keeping track?"

"Oh, so it's Candace now," I said, disapprovingly.

It's all fun and games when he calls me Candy but call me Candace and it's suddenly doomsday.

He put the drink on the table. "Are you drunk?"

"No."

"You're drunk, Candace."

"You're drunk."

"I haven't been drinking," he said.

"Neither have I."

"That's a lie."

"You're a lie."

"OK," he offered his hand to me, which I did not accept. Then he came by and wrapped his arm around my waist, "Here, let's get up. Are you hungry?"

I nodded.

We walked across the street and the cooler air did a good job at removing some of the fog in my mind. My ear drums were vibrating, even though the sound of the music was distant now.

Zenon bought us fast food at a place nearby. He also bought three bottles of water and made sure I drank one before we returned to the club.

"Are you going to eat this?" Zenon asked, pointing at the takeaway bag in my hand.

I gasped in shock.

"What?" he asked, and repeated, "Are you going to eat this?"

"Ohh," I exhaled, relaxing, "I thought you asked 'are you going to eat me.'"

He stared at me with no comment.

We returned to the club. There was still a long line of people waiting to get in, though it was moving fairly quickly. Zenon walked straight by it, pulling me along.

I told the people in the line, "Party's over. The police is here," I said, pointing at Zenon who was pulling me along, "So everyone can go home."

"I'm not the police. I'm just trying to take care of you," he said, stopping in front of the bouncer.

Zenon gave me a look to stop playing around. Since when did he get so boring?

I held onto my paper take-out bag as Zenon spoke to the man. They exchanged words and the bouncer let us in. I kept a serious face to the bouncer and to Zenon and then waved at my new friends in the line.

They didn't wave back.

Here we go again. Back into the lion's den. Music, lights, sweaty bodies.

"I'm telling the others that we're going home," Zenon yelled over the music.

"To the US?"

"To Bryce's villa," Zenon said, "Please don't walk away from me. I don't want you to get lost."

"I've been lost since we landed on this vacation," I spat facts.

"What?" Zenon asked over the loud music, "I can't hear you."

"I'M LOST!" I yelled out.

"No, you're with me," he answered, holding onto my hand as we started to weave through the crowd.

"Lukey," I cooed as he navigated us through the crowd.

"Candy, that's not a nickname we're using," he reminded me, turning around so he faced me properly.

"You get to call me Candy and I can't call you Looney?" I asked, though I meant to say Lukey. Oops.

I wrapped my arms around his neck.

"You're so drunk, aren't you?" he laughed, letting his hands rest on my waist.

His easy going nature returned and we moved to the music. We were surrounded by bodies. It was so nice to be alone with him here, even if we were still in a faceless crowd.

"You've been so serious," I told him, "I think we should loosen up. Take some clothes off..."

I slid my hands under his shirt and felt his firm, warm body underneath.

"You want to take my clothes off here?"

"Yes. No one will notice," I nodded, pulling his shirt up slightly. "Don't you want to?"

I want to. Every time I see his na*k*ed upper body, I feel the urge to run my hands over every inch of his skin.

"Yes, I do," he answered, "But not like this. You have no idea how much I want this with you, but not when you're like this."

~Cynthia's POV~

This was the most incredible day of my life. The popular club, the gourmet dinner, the stylish villa... I was living a whole new life in here.

I was dancing with Oma and whoever came in and out of our circle. Oma had a real suave-ness to her. She operated with confidence, knowing how to act and what to do.

Bryce and Bianca joined us after a while, and I kept looking around for Candace. Last I saw her, she was with Axel. I'm glad she has a boyfriend already.

She literally scored Zenon.

I know he's her boyfriend, but his appearance does such a service for the community. Between him and Axel, I can spend my day watching them.