No strings attached |(UNDER REVISION)

Chapter 15- A mistake

Mikha's POV

As soon as we entered the room, the heavy bass from the party downstairs faded into a distant thrum. The guy shut the door behind us and casually walked over to the bed, sitting down with a lazy smirk. He stretched his arms behind his head, watching me with amusement.

"So," I said, leaning against the wall, arms crossed. "Ano nga ulit ang gagawin natin?"

He chuckled, pulling out a cigarette from his pocket. "Simple lang," he said as he lit it. The glow of the flame flickered against his face before he took a slow drag and exhaled the smoke. Then, he looked up at me with a knowing smirk.

"Smoke... and fuck."

I huffed out a small laugh, shaking my head. "Direct to the point ka talaga, ano?"

He grinned, then extended the cigarette toward me. For a second, I hesitated. I wasn't really into this-into him. But then, the thought of Aiah surfaced again, uninvited. Her smirk. Her voice. The way she looked at me before she went off with Zara.

I clenched my jaw and took the cigarette from his fingers.

"Why not?" I muttered before taking a slow drag. The familiar burn filled my lungs, and I exhaled the smoke through my lips. The guy watched me closely, his eyes darkening with interest.

"You look hot doing that," he murmured.

I rolled my eyes, but before I could say anything, he leaned in. His hands found my waist, pulling me closer. I let it happen. His lips brushed against mine, testing, teasing.

And then, I kissed him back.

At first, it was just a distraction-a way to drown out the thoughts in my head. But when his hands gripped my waist tighter, when his mouth moved more urgently against mine, I felt something else stir.

I could stop.

I should stop.

But I didn't.

Everything was happening too fast. Even though the guy's kisses were firm and insistent, I still couldn't get Aiah out of my mind.

His lips trailed down to my neck, and before I even realized it, he had already started removing my clothes, piece by piece.

"S-Stop," I muttered, my voice weak from the alcohol in my system.

But he didn't stop. He kept going, his lips pressing harder against my skin. His tongue teased the sensitive spot on my neck, sending an involuntary shiver down my spine.

"Don't worry... I'll make sure you enjoy this," he murmured playfully.

After that, everything blurred.

All I knew was-I didn't enjoy it. Not at all.

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My head was pounding. My whole body felt heavy, but I still forced myself to go to work. No matter what, I couldn't just lie in bed and let last night's memories consume me.

As I walked through the hallway, I could hear whispers-too soft to catch every word, but loud enough to know they were about me.

"Grabe, nakita mo ba 'yung video?"

"Mukha namang enjoy na enjoy siya kagabi."

"Hindi ko inexpect na ganun pala siya."

I stopped for a moment. I wasn't sure if they were really talking about me, but the way their eyes lingered-only to look away the second I caught them staring-told me everything I needed to know.