4. High
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CHAPTER FOUR
I felt nothing and was actually beginning to doubt if that pill worked. I turned around, ready to comment but Dean and the guy whose name I still didn’t know, were tangled up in a hot make-out session. Okay, I admit I had witness Dean kissing strangers before but it was nowhere close to make me feel uncomfortable like I did now. To make it more of a hell for me, the Lamon guy returned but not alone. A guy, almost as tall as him and wearing a sexy demeanor, was with him, looking as though he was melting under his touch.
“So you found someone worth your taste?” His friend questioned, finally tearing himself away Dean’s lips.
He looked straight into my eyes as he answered, “I told you I have high standards,” he then grabbed the back of guy’s neck, plastering his lips rather aggressively towards him.
Wait, was he trying to make me jealous? Well, the joke is on him. I was very much straight. One thing I had certainly not signed up for, was this being the worst night of my life. So here I was, sandwiched between couples making out aggressively, my own fiancée a hundred miles away from me and not to mention, the damn pill was not kicking in. I texted Ken so he would rescue me away from this but when he didn’t reply, I knew it was really my worst day. You know what? I was just going to walk out here and act like some guy didn’t bruise my ego. First, I needed liquor running down my system. I glanced at the selection on the table, my eyes completely overlooking the blue Johnny Walker label and instead falling on a bottle with what seemed like an orange-amber liquid. Hmmm…better try new things while I’m here, right? Besides, no one was even paying any attention to me.
I grabbed a glass, filling it up and the first thing that struck me, was the sharp scent of pure spirits. What exactly was it? Appearance wise, it looked like a bottle of good whiskey but on the scent side, not so much. I shrugged, proceeding to take a sip but not before the back of a palm, closed over my mouth, barring me from taking it. Surprised, I looked up right into Lamon’s steely gaze.
“Put that down. How about you stick with the whiskey, huh?” He said. Wow! Even drinks? Why was I suddenly convinced that this man had it out for me? What did I do that seemed to irk him so much?
“Right,” I put the glass down, grabbed another and poured myself a half glass of Johnny walker, sassing it with an ice cube and a bit of ginger ale.
I drunk it up, then a second one and by the time I was done with a third, I was feeling much lighter. I placed the glass down the table and I think I might have done it a bit harder because I did gain Dean’s attention.
“Are you okay dude?” He asked.
“Me? I’m totally great,” I said, voice slurring a bit more than usual. A strange, somewhat euphoric feeling began growing faster inside me, carrying me in this current of something I could only describe as beyond mystical enchantment.
“Looks like your boy can’t handle liquor? Three small sips and he is ready to shut down,” Lamon scoffed and that’s when I lost it.
“Just what the f**k is your problem, huh? I haven’t said a word to you. I haven’t done one f*****g thing that would make your open resentment towards me worth it. So what is your problem?” I snapped.
“Maybe we should-“ I cut Dean off. It was unexplainable but I was on a roll.
“What? You suddenly think I’m being overdramatic? Then too bad because you are stuck with me, Dean,” I said.
“That was not what I-“
“I don’t feel so good,” I mumbled, feeling as though my head was getting lighter, the colors in the room growing brighter. Wait, were those stars falling from the rooftop? I wanted one. They were so bright and shiny, calling on to me to just grab one and hold it in my palms.
“Wait, did you say drink?” Dean’s make-out partner suddenly spoke and I turned to him.
“He can’t handle his liquor,” Lamon scoffed.
“Oh s**t! No, he wasn’t supposed to drink the hard stuff. So don’t get mad Lamon but I may have given him the pill,”
“You did what?” Lamon snapped, the rage in his voice unable to tone down the sudden happy bubble I was in. The change in moods was unexplainable but I was happily going along with it.
LAMON’S POV
I knew Tawan was stupid but I never thought it would be to this extent. The last thing I needed was some rich American heir dead on my hands. Of course I knew who Anurak Korn was. The dashing, good son and heir to the leading jet company in the U.S and I hated him to the bone. Every single thing, even the mere thought of him breathing right next to me was enough to make my blood boil. But right now, my hatred aside, I wouldn’t want him dead in my hands and in my club.
“Is that bad?” He suddenly asked, smiling sheepishly.
Taking a deep breath, I exhaled then bent over a little, sandwiching his face between my hands, willing him to look at me.
“I need you to listen to me,” I paused to make sure he was listening but that little boy was just smiling at me like I was a piece of candy, “In a few minutes, you are going to throw up but that won’t make the effects go away. As a matter of fact, instead of an hour of ecstasy, you are going to be high for six hours and you are going to wake up with no memories of tonight. Its kind of like getting roofied. Do you understand anything I’m saying?”
He chuckled in complete amusement, already getting on my nerves, “Do you get off hating people or what?”
“Okay, I’m not dealing with this. Handle it,” I said in aggravation and without waiting for Tawan’s response, I walked out of the room.
Tonight was supposed to be a great night for me. With the increasing demand of the pill, it was getting more difficult to handle it all on my own. I had to pay off cops, make sure the industry remained under water and at the same time fend off competition from my enemy; Kittisak. He was perhaps one more person I couldn’t stand. I walked into my office, knowing very well two of my bodyguards were following me but making sure to remain outside.
I reached for a drawer, grabbing a packet of cigarettes and taking one. Nothing would calm me down like taking a whiff of smoke.
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