Mafia's Unexpected Fiancee

3. Not my type

CHAPTER THREE

“Um…are you sure they are just…friends?” I questioned, shifting on my feet awkwardly as I tried not to stare too much at the two men entangled in what looked like a pretty intense kiss.

Dean was standing beside me at a loss of words, his face nothing but a mask of surprise. This was one of the V.I.P rooms and on either side of the couch where the two men were sitting, were two suited bodyguards. Eventually the two broke off their kiss, a smirk crawling on the face of one of them as he stood up, walking towards Dean. All this time, my attention had been fixed on the other man. He wasn’t saying a word or even bothering to look up, his attention now glued on his phone. I’d noticed his amber eyes when he looked at me for barely half a second but something about him for some reason made me feel like I wanted to run far away from Bangkok.

“Hmmm…your friend is cute. Don’t you think so, Lamon?” The first guy said, turning to look at the guy on the couch and for some unexplained reason, I found myself expectant of Lamon’s reaction.

Lamon stood up, walking over to where I stood and I’d never felt shorter in my life than I did now under his intimidate, sharp gaze and tall silhouette. He wasn’t one of those overly muscular men and was more on the leaner but clearly fit side. The way his indifferent gaze glowed on me, made me want to just sink in this room and disappear. It seemed as though he was trying to see through me.

“Not my type,” he dropped the bomb, then walked right past me.

He said what? I was not his type? I’m everybody’s type. Women, men; all of them. I’d never been turn down before. Who did he think he was? He was lucky I was even spending time with him.

“Then more for me,” His friend, winked teasingly at me. Why was my mood suddenly sour?

“I think I’m good. I’ll just leave the two of you to get-” The guy stopped me with a hand on my wrist while his other hand was around Dean’s waist.

“Nonsense. Never been to a threesome with two hot guys before?” He questioned, deliberately seductive. Okay, I had to admit that it was easy to understand why Dean was so eager for this guy.

I’ve never even been with a guy, let alone a f*****g threesome with two of them.

“We are too...close for me to be in a threesome,” I said, pulling a Dean card.

“Your loss,” He shrugged and before I knew it, he grabbed the back of Dean’s head, pulling him into a kiss. Wait, that fast? Wasn’t he going to ask what was the deal with how we found him and his friend kissing? You know what? I was just going to mind my business.

“You kiss well. Oh, its going to be a long night,” The guy smirked and then turned to me, “So how about you serve yourself something, cutie pie? The table is stocked and well, I got something else on the side,”

“No, I don’t think-“

He reached for something from the glass table that looked like a black velvet ring box, but slightly bigger. He opened it, retrieved a pill and thrust it in my hands, took one himself and gave another to Dean. I looked at him surprised.

“Trust me, you won’t be in this world in the next one hour. It’s a very rare pill and not everyone can get their hands on it. Good thing the boss was feeling good tonight,” he walked over to the couch, gesturing for us to follow, “Usually, its just taken like that, you know, like almost every pill. But we could do it my way. Here, grab a glass of wine,”

I followed his instruction, pouring a half glass of the Sauvignon blanc white wine and he opened the pill, pouring the white content into the wine. I had no idea why I was going along with everything he was saying despite my earlier resolution to refrain from getting drunk.