CHAPTER 5.

THE GIRL IN THE YELLOW DRESS AN THE BOY AT THE BAR

Lexie.

After three rounds of shots, Aleix brings me up to speed on the lives of my friends as he went here and there serving drinks.

Zac is the only one who stayed to study in the city, he is in his second year as an Engineer and he meets Aleix quite often to drink. But he can't say the same about the others, Thomas, Tyler and Nick moved to New York, which makes me happy since they always talked about going to study there. I know they have been back twice since they left and he did not fall short when he said the physical changes of him.

Aleix did not register for university, but she entered a beauty and makeup course to learn and dedicate herself to it. That explains her makeup today.

The music is great and I feel much happier than I was when I arrived here. This is due to the alcohol I have consumed. I have always been very tolerant of alcohol, that is, my record of shots reaches twelve because at thirteen I already fainted.

The world spins me around and I start to get excited about the environment.

I'm finishing my round of tequila shots, when halfway through the glass and my mouth I feel the stool next to it shake.

There is a very handsome boy sitting next to me, with a camera in his hands. He has hair as black as ebony and skin as white as ivory. The play of colors makes it attractive. His defined arm muscles and broad back make him a strong guy. His hands are so big and veiny.

I blush at the thought of him holding my waist.

He is really sexy. He is the most handsome boy I have ever seen.

He wears dark pants ripped at the knees and a shirt buttoned halfway, revealing the beginning of his chest. He seems so focused looking at something on his camera that he doesn't realize I'm fucking him with my gaze.

Aleix walks over and turns to the boy when he realizes that he was not paying attention to her.

The beauty of this guy amazes us both.

—Hey, can you keep the camera for me?

The boy looks directly at Aleix and nods at the edge of the bar. Aleix with his stunned face shares a knowing look with me, smiles.

—Of course.

The boy hands him his camera and puts both hands on the bar to settle on the stool. His eyes are a light gray almost like mine, but he is vulnerable and empty almost like innocent eyes.

He sweeps his gaze around the bar until he meets mine. The color in them is really captivating. His lips curl up in a lopsided smile and he smiles at me.

He knows that I have eaten him with my eyes and he does not mince words to say it.

—You like what you see?

As surprised as Aleix we looked at him in disbelief. His voice is so hoarse it makes me shudder.

—Yes, of course —he answered and the seductive side of me took control.— Aleix put a drink on the boy. He goes to my account.

I order him, he winks at me.

—Right away.

I turn to face the boy next to me, he smirks at me.

—Wow.

He crosses his arms at the level of his chest, he runs his eyes all over my body, from my ankles until he stops for a nanosecond on my legs, ending on my lips.

—What happen?

He continues to penetrate me with his incredible eyes for a time that seems eternal. In a role reversal, I return her seductive question from a while ago.

—Do you like what you see? Is that why you look at me that way?

—In what way? —He challenges me.

He knows. And he wants me to tell him. But I won't, I won't give him what he wants.

Before my silence, he limits himself to say.

—It's just that girls don't usually do that.

That they don't usually do. What? Seduce a man with the same intensity that they seduce us.

—What do you mean?

She shakes her head and directs her gaze anywhere avoiding me. When he finally dares to put them on mine he leans in to close the distance between us.

—You know, girls don't usually pay a man for a drink or seduce him the way you're doing me.

But who does this guy think he is? The most wonderful man in the world?

Unless his name is Dylan O'Brien, we could discuss it.

Women can get what they want, when and how they want it.

His comment makes my stomach churn. The truth is that I have never seduced a boy, and I also do not know if I am doing it right.

—In this city, you will run into several aunts who will want to take you to their bed. Don't feel the special baby

—Guay.

We smile in unison.

I'm having fun and for a second I forget about Sam and America. Aleix arrives with the glass I asked for and holds it out in front of the handsome boy next to me.

—To make you upset.

He takes the glass in her hands and brings it to her nose.

And does it smell?

—What is it? —She asks raising an eyebrow.

I look at Aleix, we smile.

We look at it.

—Sex on the beach. We say at the same time, eliciting a small smile of amusement.

**

—And then when I came back, I told my brother. —In Mexico it is fashionable to wear pink hair, it will look good on you I thought you wouldn't believe me.

I hold my belly with laughter.

We have been laughing and drinking glass after glass. He turned out to be a good guy and a good listener since Aleix and I haven't stopped listening, so we scare people away.

Alcohol makes me talk too much.

—And when on Monday morning he appeared at school with pink hair and eyeliner, everyone believed that he was going to the other side —explains Aleix, who is lying between us and we told him one of the biggest embarrassments for the ones that Liam—. We were laughing in the corner when he yelled at us. No doubt everyone will remember the boy who came with pink hair.

Our friend next to me starts laughing as soon as Aleix finishes, and he imitates me by holding his belly with one arm. We laughed for what seemed like hours, but instead, it was only about five minutes.

—Hey! Man, can I have a beer?

The voice that comes from a few feet behind me screams.

Aleix heaves a sigh.

—I'd say I hate this job, but you have to work to pay the bills.

He looks tired, it's one in the morning and he's been here since nine. He leaves and leaves us alone.

Alones

It makes me nervous to be alone with him. That is to say of the good cheek.

—How bad are you —he rests his hand on my knee and begins to trace circles on the inside of my thigh.

He smirked, his touch making me feel good.

—What is your name? —He mutters, I turn around and find him so close to my lips that I can't hold a sigh.

He smells like mint and until now he hadn't realized that he had a piercing on the left side of his lip. I bite mine on instinct.

—You are a very handsome boy ... —he smiles at my comment. Say ah! How arrogant and sexy ...

He leans back but doesn't take his hand off my thigh.

—You haven't answered me.

And I will not do it. He is an outsider.

—Hot and sexy guys suck.

He opens his eyes wide and looks at me in disbelief. He doesn't last long because he puts on his seductive face and a crooked smile that I have started to like again.

I love his smile.

—Pretty, sexy girls are bad at kissing. —Grunts.

He is fine, he wants to play.

Let's play.

I move closer to being inches from his lips and whisper to him.

—I will show you otherwise.

Logan

Upon entering this site I came with the intention of spending some time with the camera, taking some photos, and even having a drink or two. I didn't have in mind to hook up with a chick tonight but seeing her sitting at the bar in that dress that suited her pretty well for my taste and those legs ...

Just thinking of them surrounding me made me stiff. She was alone and I did not hesitate for a second to sit next to her, I was surprised by the way she looked at me and her seductive voice when she spoke to me.

The girl was beautiful, her test was dark and her face was fine, her body ... Stunning. The aunt could have any boy drooling over her.

I pay for my drink. Who did that?

It was obvious that it was amazing and I discovered it when she was telling me several things that just made my cheeks hurt from just laughing. It's been a long time since I had fun just talking to a girl, I basically just rolled them up for a bit until I had them in the palm of my hand and got what I wanted.

Sex.

So when that pretty girl guided me to a booth, at the back of the bar where the music couldn't be heard and the dim light of a lamp in the middle of the hall, I didn't put up replies.

I slam against the wall and he began to trace small kisses around my jaw, ending at my ear, licked it, sucked it, and grabbed the lobe between her teeth so seductively that it made my already formed erection evident.

I tightened my fingers on her hips and pulled her closer to me so she could feel the bulge in my pants.

She flinched and her lips immediately parted from my ear and a satisfied smile reigned on her face.

I want to kiss her.

Why haven't I kissed her yet?

I made a quick move and now she was the one against the wall. I pushed her hips and a little gasp came from her lips, her simple gasp succeeded me even more than she could already be.

She returned to her attack on my neck.

I pushed her even harder against the wall and she raised her head. I lost myself in her intense eyes and then I kissed her.

I kissed her with my lips together against her and I parted a little to contemplate her. She took hold of my shirt and made our mouths meet, and we kissed furiously, her lips were so soft that I thought about how they would feel surrounding my penis.

The very idea made me a thousand.

I raised her knee so that she surrounded me with it and she parted hers on her lips and let me invade her mouth with my tongue, it was delicious and I wanted more.

I was not sure if one day I would get tired of kissing her, because she had tasted her only a little and did not want to stop doing it, her tongue and her lips seduced mine making me push my tongue deeper and deeper.

Her tongue played with mine, our kiss was wild but she had become more tender, to the point that she placed small kisses on her lips.

—You haven't told me your name. —She whispered inches from her mouth.

—You neither.

—I've been wanting to ask you something for a while.

—What is it?

—Have we met before? —You make me familiar.

She smiled and shook her head.

—I'm too sure not, let's just say I haven't been available for a while.

I swallow hard and look at myself. Her gaze was so warm that for a moment I felt like she could see right through me. I kissed her again with everything I had of her, turning my hips against hers.

She pulled away from me once more, my lip between her teeth in a small bite.

—If you know he doesn't kiss the girl on the first date, right?

She kept putting her leg around me and having her so close to her made me want more. She was holding onto my neck and pressing her leg to hold me close to her.

—I know, but we're not on a date.

I lowered my free hand and rose with it the inner face of her thigh, and I rose little by little, delighting in the softness of her.

—We don't know our names. —She whispered through a gasp.

—You're the girl in the yellow dress.

Point out the color of her dress. She smiled at the tightness of my hips.

—And you the boy from the bar.

I kissed her again with desire, she responded with the same intensity as me, her tongue tasted like tequila but she still liked her. I reached the edge of her panties and pulled a little to lower them.

I tip my head back and a laugh came out of her mouth.

That? I thought she wanted the same as me. Fuck.

She separated from me.

She turned around and before taking a step away from me she turned around, she touched her hair sensually and went the way we had come.

—Bye, boy from the bar."

And she wiggled her hips toward the main part.

Fuck what a sexy girl.

Waiting.

Did that girl just stand me up?

No girl has ever turned me down for a fuck. She left me here rock hard and she's gone. No way am I going to let her leave me like this or at least give me her number.

I continued down the long hall and searched the dance floor to see if she could find it, look at the bar, and nothing. She was nowhere to be found.

She really is gone.

Fuck what a bitch.

With her head between her shoulders I gave up to keep looking for her, so I think it's time for her to go. I went to the bar and there I met the boy from before.

—Hey hi again.

—Hey.

He was about to ask her for my camera when she handed me another drink. I immediately denied it.

—It's paid for.

Incredulous I asked.

—By whom?

She looks over her shoulder at me and turned to get her scrub cloth.

—Who else? —she laughed as she turned around to face me.

—Then...

—Do you want information from her? —She cuts me off.

—that's not what I was going to do ...

I deny although she is right, I want to know what her name is and if it is possible for her to give me her number. Because I won't let that girl escape.

Why so much mystery?

—Come on man, you have the wish written in your eyes in huge letters. —He lengthened the last word while she widened her eyes.

Sigh.

—It's okay.

Be quiet.

—Are you going to give me information or not man, I don't have much time.

This situation is starting to bother me.

—You're not from around here, are you?

He said more affirming than asking.

—What's in that ...?

—Answe —I cut myself off in the same way as a moment ago but this time the seriousness hovered on his face.

—No, I arrived today. —I am moving here.— I admit

He nodded. I put on a face of circumstance and made a gesture with my hand for him to continue speaking.

—Voucher. By law as a best friend, I can't give you her name or number —great she's not telling me anything I don't already know— but what I can tell you is that you'll run into her here every Friday and everyone around here knows her. .. is a bit famous.

—What do you mean?

I'm confused, the alcohol has already gone to my head.

She opens her mouth to say something but she thinks better of it and denies it.

—Everyone knows her for being the sister of the guy with the pink hair.

I laugh low.

It's going to be time for her to go. The eight-hour flight left me almost dead and all I want to do is go to sleep for a few hours before facing Liam's prick.

—I'm off. —I lift the glass and take it in one gulp.

If she has paid me the least I can do is accept it. He takes my camera out from under the table and he hands it to me.

—See you later ... huh.

—Logan. We're seeing each other ... huh.

—Aleix.

He nods and I wink at him.

Lexie.

The taxi drops me at the entrance of my house. From the outside, it looks really small compared to the others in the neighborhood, but inside we have three floors, a swimming pool, a jacuzzi, and a mini gym included.

I walk to the entrance with my head between my shoulders, I go to my room. Trying not to make too much noise so as not to wake my parents. I'm almost reaching my door when the door on the right opens and I meet Liam.

I'm not surprised to see him still dressed despite being three in the morning. That means he's still waiting for his friend.

We are silent, he watches me and puts his hands in his pockets.

—I wanted to tell you, but you were so excited to see him that he didn't mean to hurt your feelings.

My gaze is clouded by the tears that threaten to come out. I have an internal battle of whether to cry or be strong.

At the bar, I held them back so as not to give them the pleasure of seeing me like this.

But with Liam ...

With Liam, I could break down a thousand times and always would be.

He holds out his arms to me and I wrap my arms around him.

—He's with her ... —My voice breaks and I lose the battle. My tears are already rolling down my cheeks.

—Shh, Lexie I'm so sorry.

She squeezes me so hard that if I squeezed a little more it would take my breath away. She certainly suits me. She unburdened me in her arms.

We stay like this until my tears stop replacing them with sighs and weariness.

Her cell phone vibrates in his pants pocket. She pulled me away a bit to give her space and I wait for her to speak.

—Logan is downstairs.

Seat.

—I'm going to bed, tomorrow I'll go with Mom and Dad early to help her get ready.

—Well, we'll go later to help with the living room arrangement.

I nod, I really don't have the head to speak.

He kisses me on the forehead and starts to go down the stairs.

I fall into bed as I review the events of today.

I woke up excited for discharge, happy to be home, and heartbroken at three in the morning.

What a bitch.

My mind wanders to the memory where I am kissing the boy I met today. It made me forget about Sam for a few hours, and instead, I spent an amazing night telling him stories from high school.

My mind goes to the memory of his body with mine and the sensation makes me shudder. The way he kissed me, how he wrapped my lips with his and then explored with his tongue.

It was the most romantic and at the same time sensual kiss that they have ever given me. And there in the middle of my bed, I allowed myself to fantasize a bit with his incredible gray eyes and his smug smile.

Logan

The room I'm lying in is in the basement, Liam lives on a hill, and his house is huge.

Like this room, it is a bit small to mine at my parents' house. Liam never told me that his family was money.

But my family outnumbered the small businesses that Liam's dad ran across the country. My father Aron Weisser was the most popular businessman in the country and even abroad.

The company was in the hands of my uncle and as soon as I graduated from management, the companies would all go under my name. The idea does not make me very funny even though my father did not mind that I studied marketing instead of management.

The truth is that I had chosen to run my father's companies after his death.

I like the idea of continuing his empire, continuing what I fought for so long and if I left it to my uncle, all the years of sacrifice would go to the trash can.

I want to be like him.

I woke up half an hour ago even though I've always been a kid who gets up the afternoon, but just imagining my mother scolding me brings out a bitter smile.

Since he died, I have always woken up at the same time every day. It's five in the morning and Liam and I won't be out until ten.

His mother will have an event today and we will help with the decoration of the place. I still don't know them but just thinking about invading an already formed family gives me a terrible feeling. I'm worried they'll be upset by my presence here, but really Liam is the only thing left for me. Even though he's a bastard, he's the only one he trusted. He has shown me loyalty and that is not achieved in many people.

A few knocks come from the other side of my door, take me out of my reverie, and draw all my attention there.

Maybe Liam has already woken up and is in the gym by the pool.

But when I open the door, it's not Liam that I meet, it's a girl who's hitting the punching bag as if life depended on that. She must be Liam's little sister.

She wears sports clothes and her hair is tied in two braids that fall down her bareback, she amazes me with the technique when hitting and how flexible her legs are when hitting the bag. It's obvious that she has time down here.

I watch her blows and her legs move from her, contemplating for a long time until she finishes.

She hugs the bag and catches her breath.

I'm about to go back to my room before she sees me and thinks I'm a pervert for staring at her.

I fall asleep thinking about the mysterious girl in the bar that I will definitely see again.

Until the other Friday she girl in the yellow dress.