No strings attached |(UNDER REVISION)

Chapter 14- Move of vengeance

Let Aiah have her fun with Zara. Tonight, this was my game.

The timer was still counting down. Three minutes left.

I pulled away slightly, my lips brushing over the girl's before whispering, "Enjoying yourself?"

She looked dazed, breathless, her eyes half-lidded with desire. "Hell yes."

"Good." I smirked before diving back in, the cheers growing even louder.

As soon as the five-minute timer ran out, the crowd exploded into wild cheers, whistling and clapping like they had just witnessed the grand finale of a drama-filled teleserye. I wiped my lips with the back of my hand, smirking as the girl I had kissed still looked breathless, her eyes hazy with intoxication and something else.

Before I could step away, Colet appeared beside me, draping an arm over my shoulder. "Damn, Mikha," she drawled, her voice dripping with amusement. "Hindi ko alam na ganyan ka pala kung makipaglaro."

I chuckled, tilting my head to look at her. "Bakit, Colet? Jealous?"

She laughed, shaking her head. "Not at all. Actually, I'm impressed." Her eyes gleamed mischievously as she grabbed a shot from the table and handed it to me. "Pero aminin mo, you're doing all of this because of Aiah."

My smirk faltered for a fraction of a second, but I covered it up by knocking back the shot in one go, the burn of alcohol spreading through my veins. "And what if I am?" I challenged, meeting Colet's knowing gaze.

She grinned, taking a sip from her own drink. "Then I'd say... you're playing a dangerous game."

I scoffed, setting my empty glass down. "Good," I murmured, leaning in slightly. "I like danger."

Colet raised an eyebrow, clearly entertained. "Just be careful, Mikha," she said, her voice turning slightly serious. "Kasi baka sa kaka-revenge mo, ikaw mismo ang masaktan sa dulo."

I rolled my eyes, brushing off her words. "Relax, Colet. I know exactly what I'm doing."

She studied me for a moment before shrugging. "Sige, bahala ka." Then, her teasing grin returned. "Pero habang nandito ka na rin... might as well enjoy the night, right?"

I smirked. "That's the plan."

And with that, I grabbed another shot, ready to drown out every single thought of Aiah with alcohol and reckless fun.

The music pulsed through the room, heavy bass vibrating in my chest as the crowd suddenly started chanting-loud and insistent.

"Mikha! Mikha! Mikha! Sayaw! Sayaw!"

I let out a breath, shaking my head with a smirk. "Tangina niyo," I muttered under my breath, but the teasing grins from Colet and the others only made them chant louder.

"Come on, Mikha!" Colet laughed, nudging me toward the center of the makeshift dance floor. "Wag kang killjoy!"

At first, I hesitated. Sure, I could dance, but I wasn't exactly in the mood to put on a show. But then... wasn't this what I wanted? A distraction? A way to drown out the lingering thoughts of her?

I exhaled sharply before rolling my shoulders back. "Fine," I muttered, stepping into the center. The crowd erupted in cheers as I let the music take over, rolling my hips to the rhythm, arms moving fluidly with every beat.

It didn't take long before I got lost in it-the warmth of the alcohol in my veins, the energy of the crowd, the way my body moved effortlessly to the music. I felt powerful. Unstoppable.