04. A Tiny Little Kiss

Ashlynn’s POV:

OKAY, I'll come clean.

The truth was that despite how much the curious cat in me had continually pricked me into going back to the strip club three days later to meet him, I just couldn't. 

There, I said it! 

Well I couldn't, partly because I was scared as fuck! 

     Like why the hell would he "marry" me and put a god-damned, expensive as fuck diamond ring over my finger while I was asleep? 

Creepy right?

     What if this was a part of his scheme and he was some undercover cop and he just wanted to lure me there so he could slot a pair of handcuffs over my wrists and arrest me? 

     Or, what if he was some skilled, handsome as hell serial killer sent to assassinate me and give me a taste of my own medicine. 

And worst case scenario...

     Was that he was disguised as a hot human but he was actually a high-ranking alien, the godfather of a ruthless alien mob from fucking Uranus and then when I get to the club, he would beam me up with his UFO then take me back to his homeland and make me his attractive human sex slave...

I would like that though, 

And mostly because my flight to Vegas for Kyndall's bachelorette and wedding was due the afternoon just before the scheduled meeting time. 

    Anyways, I was planning to permanently reside in Vegas after the wedding but I didn't have much funds after the very lavish life I had been living for the past month, you know– 'to ease the heartbreak'. 

Plus, it might take a while for me to get a job there, so I sold the stupid— but very expensive diamond ring which was worth a lot of money, alongside some of my other jewelry and possessions.

     Although, as much as it was very tempting to do it, I didn't sell this very fancy and shiny blue diamond gemstone I had found amongst Aaralynn's things. She always travelled a lot and brought back some nice—uh, shiny ornamental thingies, when she got back from her expenditures.

     Well, from the looks of it, it seemed like it was worth shit tonnes of ridiculous money, and was probably some lost, priceless jewel from Africa.

Only God knew how she got in possession of it. 

And so it was settled. 

I was keeping the fucking gem and I even bought this sweet, little golden locket to keep it safe and I wore it permanently around my neck. 

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      Kyndall had decided that her bachelorette was going to be a girls-night-out, so she took me and two of our other friends, Brooke and Hailey, to some lit as fuck downtown club in Vegas.

      A humongous disco ball was spewing out dancing dots of lights, splashing glitter all over the floors and walls. Nevertheless, only strategic places were illuminated by the flashing red and blue lights, a greater perimeter was left in dimly-lit murkiness which was probably full of people doing things that were reserved for dark and dingy areas. 

The music was nice, the scenery and ambience was nice and the alcohol was even better. 

      I had dorned a glittery red, strapless bodycon dress and white heels to the occasion and was chitchatting with the girls over some glasses of Martinis. 

     We had just finished laughing at some funny story Hailey told us about her boyfriend, sadly I was too drunk to get anything she said but I laughed along either way.

     "Well ladies." Brooke trailed, pausing to take a swig off her drink. "The night is still young, so why don't we do something fun?" She suggested in a whimsical slur. 

     "Yes, please! I need some entertainment and please don't mention dancing because there's this sick, freak weirdo on the dancefloor who keeps making passes at me and I know he can damn well see the rock of an engagement ring on my finger." Kyndall narrated irritatedly then proudly flashed her indeed, gigantuan golden engagement ring. 

I would've been crazy jealous of her perfect lovelife if she wasn't my closest friend.

      "Definitely, my feet is sore from all the dancing in these stupid heels." I groaned in agreement and reached down for the heels and yanked the bondaging Bottega piece off my feet. 

     "Why don't we play truth or dare?" 

That was Hailey, a twenty five year old woman suggesting we played some highschool cliche game at a freaking bachelorette. 

     "Sure, why not?" Kyndall and Brooke chorused in agreement and I was then convinced that I was the only one amongst us four that hadn't gone crazy mad.

   "Seriously guys? We're almost in our late twenties, are you sure it's 'normal' for us to play truth or dare, at a club?" I reasoned logically. 

     "Normal's boring." Kyndall scoffed and then downed the remaining content of he glass "Hailey, truth or dare?" She questioned afterwards, and I rolled my eyes.

     "Truth." She smiled. 

     "Craziest place you've had sex." 

Ugh, the cringe. It was like I was in 11th grade again. 

     "I told you guys before. On my boyfriend's grandparent's rooftop."  Hailey answered, chuckling and her cheeks flushed faint red.

     "Oh yeah, I remember. You go girl!" Kyndall smirked, high-fiving Hailey. "Okay Ashlynn, truth or dare." 

    "I'm not playing." I crossed my arms, looking away from them. 

    "Oh yes you are. I'm the one who's getting married tomorrow and I make the rules here. So you're playing alright." 

    I sighed, rolling my eyes. The damn redhead wouldn't take no for an answer. "Fine. Dare." My reply earned ooohhhss from my three friends which made me roll my eyes, yet again. 

     Kyndall hummed, stroking her chin as she looked around the room until her eyes were fixated on a particular point and then her lips quirked into a sly smirk. 

     "I dare you to go kiss that handsome dude over there." She pointed, and I looked to the direction and saw the handsome man dressed in a navy blue suit, with jet-black dark hair that glossed enigmatically speaking to a fairly older man at the other end of the room. 

     Oh hell no. It was just too random and it was going to be very embarrassing walking up to some guy and kissing him. What if he overreacts and slaps me, calling me a thirsty whore?

     "No." I refused. 

     "It's just a tiny little kiss, Ash!" She coed as Hailey and Brooke snickered but I stood my ground, shaking my head in refutal. 

     "Oh, you're going to do it." Kyndall's eyes narrowed into tiny slits and a mischievous grin played on her face. "Unless you're a pussy." She whispered. 

        "I literally am—well, I have one and I— fuck." I wasn't making any sense and the deadpanned look my friends have me meant they weren't having any if it too. "Fine I'll do the stupid dare." I succumbed through gritted teeth and their faces lit up like a Christmas tree. 

     I groaned, gulping down the remainder of my glass and got up from the barstool, barefooted. I then walked over to the jet-black hair guy muttering how unsatisfied I was with this dare in unpleasant languages. 

      For some reason, I started feeling nervous as I approached him. I thought alcohol was supposed to give me the confidence to do exploits, but it was actually making me feel as anxious as a twelve year old girl about to get her first kiss. 

     I had noticed that he and the older man seemed like they were in some kind of argument and when I had gotten to where they were, I realized it would be rude to interrupt them— honestly, I never wanted to do this in the first place. And it would be a good excuse for Kyn as to why I didn't do it. 

      I turned around, almost as quick as I had came and was about to leave their presence but then handsome jet-black dude grabbed me and fucking kissed me. 

WHAT THE ACTUAL FREAKING FUCK?

There was no time for me to savour or feel the kiss because it ended almost as soon as it started leaving me dumbfounded and dazed as fuck. 

     Okay, now I wanted to slap him in the face and call him a thirsty whore with absolutely no respect for boundaries but before I could do that, he wrapped his arms around my waist and smiled to the older man. 

     "Dad, I'd like to introduce you to my darling fiancee and the woman I'd like to spend the rest of my life with."