CHAPTER 69: SOME KIND OF A CONFESSION; ALSO, KEATON'S SISTER

Well. The night continues on and then I find myself naked in the middle of Keaton's office on the third floor of the club, sitting on Malik's lap with Keaton himself standing over me, looking down at my very naked, very hot (as in the temp, duh) body. This isn't something I have imagined before, to be honest. But from the start, I have hoped that something like this would happen.

I wasn't sure, at first, since Malik spent more time with Anna on the dance floor. But then sometime after midnight, he dragged me by the waist towards the stars and gestures for Keaton to come, in which he complied readily. We staggered towards the third floor and Keaton opened the door to his office.

Grinning, I pushed him against the door and started kissing him hungrily while Malik, from behind me, started stripping me off of my clothes.

"Fuck," Keaton curses and pushes me away so he can suck in a breath, "is he always this eager?" he asks Malik and I roll my eyes at that before pulling him for another kiss.

"You haven't seen anything yet," I hear Malik say from behind me as he tries to pry my shirt off of me.

"Fuck you," I hiss at Malik with no real malice just as he yanks me back, holding the zipper of my pants and taking it off. I shudder at the sudden cold and touch. He turns me around and hoists me up so he's carrying me. I yelp and immediately circles his waist with my legs and his neck with my arms, afraid to fall. He steadies me with his hands over my butt, creasing them, teasing them and I instinctively grind against him, asking for more.

He brings me to the couch and plop down on it with me on top of him. Kissing for a while until he pushes me back slightly and grins at me. I look at him questioningly.

"Turn sound," Malik tells me. I frown but turn around nonetheless. Still sitting on his lap but now we are both facing the door, and facing Keaton.

I can't help but to chuckle when I see Keaton's face. He looks torn between aroused and terrified but the glint in his eyes, even from this distance, is clearly one of want. I'm genuinely flattered.

I don't even remember much of what happened afterwards. I just know that I feel hot all over and I just want them to touch me. Any of them. They complied readily as Malik started to touch me everywhere while Keaton, seemingly entranced, started getting closer until he stood right before us.

After that, all I can feel and remember are their breaths and their touches. Them kissing me, them inside of me and them touching me everywhere. I woke up the next morning in a bed I didn't recognize, to a face I barely remember.

I groan and try to sit up while Keaton, already up and dressed, helps me and hands me a glass of water with a pill for my hangover. "Thanks," I tell him, barely able to give him a smile. I swallow the pill and the water before handing the glass back to him. I look wouldn't the room and probably sensing my confusion, Keaton sits down beside me on the overly large and comfortable bed.

"What do you remember from last night?" he asks, half worriedly half nervously.

"Aside from the hottest sex I've ever had?' I try to joke with him but my headache is greater than my sense of humor right now.

Keaton chuckles and help me lie back down on the bed, caressing my head gently, "well, after that, we went back down and then Malik, somehow got caught by Anna and was dragged to another bout of steamy sex session which I'm sure still going on even now," he chuckles as he tells me. I chuckle at that too. They both have been dancing around each other ever since the night starts and I'm glad Malik got to go home with her.

"Lucky him." I chuckle.

"Well, also lucky me," Keaton says, "cause then I get to get you back to my place," he smiles and I never noticed it before, but he has dimples. Barely visible but still adorable. His hair is on the longer side and slightly wavy. His body is as tall as both Chuck and Allen but he's probably more buff. I can see tattoos on his right arm and that just makes him sexier although his overall face still gives off a childish feature even though he's actually three years older than me.

"You're cute," I can't help but to say that and he closes his mouth in surprise, before his smiles brighter.

"You too," he tells me. "Do you still want to sleep?" he asks.

"What time is it?" I ask, looking around the room which is covered in all black furniture. Even the curtain is black. There is barely any light aside from the one on the side table so I'm not sure about the time.

"Almost twelve," Keaton tells me and I bolt right up.

"Shit!" I curse, "I'm sorry! You must have things to do," I apologize as I try to get up from the bed which he prevents with a laugh.

"It's cool, I have nothing going on today aside from dinner with my family later," Keaton tells me and I immediately sigh in relief.

"Still," I tell him, "sorry for bothering you."

"No bother at all," he reassures me, "just lie back down for a while. I'll call you when lunch is ready, okay?" he asks, standing up.

"I think I'm gonna shower," I decide after I realize I feel sticky all over. How disgusting.

"The towel is on the shelves outside the bathroom and you can find spare toothbrushes and shavers in the drawer by the sink." Keaton tells me as he helps me get up. I stare at him, half sitting down half lying down and my brain probably short-circuiting when I pull him down with me back onto the end, startling him.

"Should I take a shower alone?" I ask, well, tease him.

"Aren't you tired from last night?" Keaton asks, completely amazed, seemingly.

"I don't know. I guess not…" I admit. Keaton laughs but he doesn't do what I expected him to do which makes me frown. "Do you not want to?" I ask, confuse and to be honest, kinda hurt.

"Not that I don't want to," he starts slowly, still with an adorable dimpled smile, "it's just that... I probably like you more than you expected me to, and more than I thought I would," he tells me truthfully which is just as surprising as me actually being hurt by that instead of flattered.

"What do you mean?" I sit up straight, demanding answers from him because I'm confused and not liking it one bit.

Looking troubled and somehow regretting a little, Keaton sighs before elaborating, "like I said. I like you and probably want to pursue you for real, you know." he tells me slowly.

"Didn't Joy tell you? I don't want relationships," I tell him, still frowning.

"She did," Keaton nods, "but feelings are rather unpredictable, are they not? And it's not like I can tell it what to feel, don't you agree?"

Well. He got a point. If I can tell my heart what to feel, I wouldn't be this helplessly in love with Allen. Still do, by the way, in case you're wondering.

"Don't waste your time," I warn him.

"It's my time," he shrugs. He sure is very positive.

"I'm in love with someone," I decide to tell him because if not, he's just going to regret it later for spending time chasing after someone like me. Keaton stares at me in surprise and I laugh bitterly, remembering the who and the why I can't be in love. "He's someone I can't be with. Someone I shouldn't even think about in that way in the first place. Yet, here I am, madly in love with him with every fiber of my being and then proceed to do things very unlike me, probably horrifying my best friends and making them fear for my life also. You're right about feelings, though. We can't really tell it what to do, can we?" I smile, albeit sadly, at him. Keaton continues to stare at me before patting my head gently.

"Is that why you going around clubs and sleeping with people you just met?" he asks but his tone is neither judging nor reprimanding.

"Some of the reasons," I admit, "also, I just discovered my sexuality so the most logical thing I can do is probably to get as much experience as I can," I grin at him half jokingly half seriously.

Keaton goes silent for a while, and so am I. We both just sit there, him holding my hands and I play with them absentmindedly. Well, after that, he probably won't even be my sex-bud, would he? I get it, though.

"Sorry for spoiling your plan," I grin at him, finally deciding to break the silence.

"You're not," Keaton says after he takes a good look at me once again. "Still kinda like you, though. What should I do?" he asks, teasingly but also, the seriousness in his eyes cannot be concealed and honesty, I'm quite baffled.

"Yeah, well. Suit yourself," I decide to just let him do whatever he wants. He'll soon grow tired or bored and realize it's way too much work just for a relationship. I get up from the bed and walk towards the only other door which I presume to lead to the bathroom before turning around to face him once again, "sure not coming?" I grin at him.

Keaton laughs and shakes his head, "I'll wait for you downstairs. Just ask the maid to point you to the dining room," he tells me before getting up and walking out of his bedroom, leaving me alone.

I shrug and proceed to enter the bathroom and have a long, steaming, very satisfying shower. I was going to use the jacuzzi tub, but the fact that I've overslept in a house of someone I barely knew, made me scratch that idea and instead I took a shower with his very expensive shower gel which smells like heaven.

I get out of his bedroom and find a maiden (a literal person in a maid outfit, if you can believe it) and she shows me the way to the dining room. I look around the house and conclude that Keaton's family is even more wealthy than Chuck and Marsha's. Or even Joy and Allen and I'm somehow baffled as to why I get to cross-path with these kinds of people.

"Keaton?" I call out to him just as we reach the dining room. I enter and am met with stares from two sets of eyes. One is Keaton's, the other one is a gorgeous lady who looks a lot like Keaton, only slightly softer looking. But upon closer look, her eyes are even more sharp than Keaton's.

"Hey, sit here," Keaton says, point at an empty seat next to him. The lady, probably his sister, stares at me and so I nod politely before sitting down.

"You ringing home prostitutes now?" she finally speaks and I probably would choke if I had a drink or food in my mouth.

"I'm getting paid for last night? Didn't know that," I turn to Keaton who looks positively mortified and her sister's remarks as well as my response.

"Maria that is so uncalled for!" Keaton said with fists slamming onto the table.

"What? He dresses like that, pardon me for making the wrong assumption," Maria shrugs.

"I'm really sorry about her," Keaton turns to me before turning back to his older sister, by the look of it. "Apologize, please. Levi is a friend of mine, please have some respect for him," he says while glaring at Maria who looks positively bored and haughty.

"No, no, no need," I reach out my hand to Keaton, calming him down, "You rich people have a lot of prejudice against us small people, I get it," I tell him. She's rude but I'm not going to give her the satisfaction of riling me up. Though, to be honest, I wasn't even the slightest bit offended.

But I guess, a little messing around wouldn't hurt, now would it?