Chapter Eight

Randall lean forward before picking a kiss on the intoxicated Allysa. Which, she returns as a giggle and steals a longer kiss, tongue twisting and fighting for dominance. When both of them pulled away, a string of saliva was shared.

The raven-haired man scooped her by the waist. The light-headed Allysa instinctively hooked her legs and tightened her hug to prevent falling as Randall stood up. With a little giggle, she buried her face toward the man’s neck, inhaling his scent.

Randall carried her effortlessly from the place they were sited and walked past through the dance floor. There were shared whispers of jealousy and curiosity as they passed by the dance floor which made Randall kind of irritated. He doesn’t want their privacy to be pried on, which is why he looks around to look for the nearest exit.

Nero, who was chatting fairly with his customer felt saw a familiar figure in the background. On the dance floor, a raven-hair man was twisting his head, wanting to get away from the