Boring.

　　That’s the first description I can think of the very first time he marked my neck with his kisses. The saliva coming from his mouth feels so sticky and disgusting that I can’t even stop my eyes from rolling. I'm not sure if it's the right thing to call it a kiss on what he's doing to my neck ?

　　“Damn, babe, you taste so good.” His sleepy whisper felt wet on my neck as he dragged his lazy lips over my skin.

　　I always am, asshole. You're the only one who's not good. Among all the guy I’ve make out with, you’re by far the most boring and dull one. You can’t even ignite the fire in me! Considering that I’m under the influence of alcohol, this make out should be as scorching as molten lava.

　　I lifted my feet above the dashboard and let him continue doing his thing that seems to be exciting for him. Making out in the car has always been a thrilling idea for me. The thought that you’re doing it inside a close and tight space gives me the excitement. There’s mothing to touch but the window and some parts of the car. If it gets worsened , we only have the warmth our our body to hold on.

　　“I should have met you earlier.” His fish lips tickled my neck in short, slow pecks. Whenever he makes such a move, I can’t help but giggle.But now, it kind of made me want to bite him.

　　And I shouldn’t have met you and provoke you to do this with me. If it’s not Maica, my bitchiest friend, who chose you to be my consequence from playing that spin the bottle game, I won’t be in this boring situation with you.

　　This stranger was dancing in the floor when Maica pointed him out. I admit that he’s handsome and masculine. She wanted me to have a taste of him. Not totally all out and it all depends on me on how I will have my way.

　　I was excited, fine! But the moment we entered his car and he started doing the foreplay, I literally felt sleepy and bored. He has the face and the body but he doesn’t have the moves. He was plain lifeless.

　　I bet, women who’ll dare to date this man will never do it again. He’s such a dull companion.

　　I secretly grabbed my phone. I focused the camera to the both of us, where he is kissing my neck roughly. I raised my middle finger and captured that scene. I checked it out and then send it to Maica through Messenger.

　　Me:

　　Making out with a living dead as of the moment.

　　“Lance,” I grunted after shutting my phone down, twisting up my lips as I pushed his hand off my breast. He glanced at me with confusion rolled across his rounded eyes. “I think we’re done for the night.”

　　His lips parted. He let out a humorless chuckle as if he couldn’t believe what I have just said.

　　“Done? Are you fucking kidding me? We’re just getting started!”

　　We’d been in his car for almost half an hour , I’m trying so hard to enjoy his kind of game and he just– Hell, I don’t even know what he was trying to do.

　　“Started ? We've been here in your car for half an hour but you're still doing nothing. You just keep on licking my neck. You’re already showering me with your saliva!”

　　I took the change to adjust the neckline of my black spaghetti dress. I pulled the hem down and opened the door of his cheap car.

　　“Wait! This is what you call foreplay-“

　　“That is what you call boredom!” I cut him off that made his eyes became even more large. “Thanks for the mundane make out. I didn’t enjoy.”

　　I let out another smirk before getting out of his car. I hailed an oncoming taxi and rode there.The moment I got inside the car, a breath of relief escaped my throat.

　　Finally. I’m going home. I badly want to take a bath and sleep. That man only wasted my time. I don’t mind if we would stay in that car for a couple of hours but he should’ve at least give me the fire I needed.

　　Foreplay, huh? Foreplay my face.

　　“Maharlika Village, Sir.” I said to the driver.

　　“Yes, Ma’am.”

　　I leaned my head on the backrest. I raised my arm and glanced at my gold wristwatch. It’s only 11pm. Too early to call it a night but since my mission was a failure, I have no choice but to go home. I don't want to go back to the bar cause I'm really sticky.

　　Good thing that I don’t have work tomorrow.

　　My cellphone beeped. It’s a notification from Messenger. I lazily got it from my sling bag. The light from the screen illuminated my face, making my eyes crinkled a bit.

　　Maica:

　　Hahaha! Massive?

　　Massive? How would I know? We never reach that stage. On the contrary. I have no intention of getting to that. I make out with men but never did the real deal. No . I don’t want it. That would be too much for him.

　　I didn't bother to answer anymore. The ride only took us twenty minutes. When the taxi stopped in front of our house my heart could not stop beating fast because of Dad’s presence.

　　He’s leaning against the steel gate, arms crossed above his chest while staring at my direction. I feel like he is able to see me even though the window glass is tinted.

　　“My pay, Sir. Keep the change.” I said and hand him a large amount. I still heard his gratitude but I ignored it.

　　I opened the door and hurriedly got out. My hair moved with the wind’s direction, exposing the side of my neck. Dad rose up and I started walking towards him. I’m tall but both dad and mom are still taller than me. I’m already 5’8 but when I’m with them, I feel like I’m just five flat.

　　“Hi, Dad.” I tiptoed and planted a kiss on his cheek.

　　Dad didn’t smile back. Instead, he stared at me with his usual dark and intimidating eyes. I pouted

　　“Where have you been, Tatiana Faith?” he asked, voice deep and low, almost like a growl.

　　“Prayer meeting, Dad-“

　　“Don’t go smart on me, young lady.” His eyes narrowed and the darkness of it became even more intense. The stern and ruthless demeanor is now backing on his face. I should’ve have been immune on the way how my dad looks at me.

　　He has different versions of himself but what I admire the most is his authority whenever he faces people and serious situations. He’s always been hard and strict when it comes to the people around him, except for his family. When it comes to me, he is really soft . But in a situation like this, he has no choice but to release his fangs.

　　He’s Flavian Follosco after all. The exact definition of a devil in a tux. A shark in the business industry. A notorious playboy… but not anymore ever since he married the fierciest woman I know.

　　“Dad, can we talk about this tomorrow? I’m already tired and sleepy. Promise, I’ll wake up early and will prepare my ears for your rants.” I smiled cutely at him.

　　Dad suddenly lifted his head and shut his eyes tight, as if it’s the only way he can do to refrain himself from breathing fire on me. He let out a deep sigh , lower his gaze and gave me an intense stare.

　　“Go inside.” He said sternly.

　　“Yes, Dad!”

　　I stepped back, preventing myself from giggling. Relieved that I won’t hear my father’s rants for tonight, a silent groan escaped my throat the moment I opened the main door and stepped my feet into the black marble floor.