Chapter 68 - Was it good?

Note:

- The chapters are meant to be max 2000 words but I can't seem to stop writing. But do tell if the chapters get too long.

- Just in case people are lost, italics are back to being thoughts of the POV

- More POV shifts in this chapter

- Picture is the vibe but Aiden is shorter

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POV: Aiden

"So what do you want babe?"

Ugh, I want to die. "What do you mean? I have everything I wanted right here," I said in my fake, high pitched tone whilst batting my eyelashes. Kill me PLEASE. Initially, I thought I was pushing it too far and exaggerating how I was meant to be acting but I soon found out that the whores by our side are a lot WORSE. My jaw dropped at the shamelessness and that was saying something because nothing surprised me anymore when it comes to the clubbing industry.

Brad said something to me (probably flexing his riches) while feeling me up again but I zoned him out to look at my wristwatch.

Only two minutes left till I'm free.

Excitement bubbled within me and I was getting fidgety in anticipation. The sleaze seemed to notice the behaviour change but he took it as anticipation for getting in bed with him, if his nuzzling said anything. He sucked on my neck and I had to physically sit on my hand to avoid punching his jaw. He wasn't even good. It just fucking hurt.

I'm so close to the end. Counting down proved to be a great distraction from the gnawing at my neck.

5... 4... 3... 2... 1...

As soon as it hit zero, Brad moved away from me fast and began gripping his stomach under the table. His face twisted in discomfort and pain, a sheen of sweat covering his forehead. When he finally closed his eyes tightly, the people around him noticed that something was up with him.

Now it's my time to shine. Let's see how far three months of acting class can take me.

"Ow..." I whined out as I also clutched my stomach. I rested my forehead against the table so I could hide my face away but secretly turned it to see the reactions of the other occupants. They all looked very alarmed and stressed. Perfect.

"What's going on?!" yelled one of them. I let out another fake groan and they began to get even more restless.

"I think... someone spiked... my drink with... some sort of drug that... messes with my bowel," Brad panted out. His breathing was a lot heavier now and his groans came out in very short intervals. Smart boy. I didn't think you'd figure it out so quickly.

"Oh my god..." I shrieked out, "I drank from your glass!" Of course, I didn't. I just pretended to so I could slip in the damn drug. It was a slow-acting drug that reacted after an hour, hence the counting down.

"Move out the way!" I screamed out. I pushed Brad out of the booth and ran to the toilet. "I need to go to the washroom!" Brad got a similar idea and scrambled out of the booth. Finally, both of us were standing and we both bolted to the bathroom.

As I ran, I noticed the table in sheer panic, calling their men from different areas of the club and most likely telling them to look for suspects who could've drugged their drinks. I smirked inwardly as brad and I finally entered the bathroom and rushed to one of the stalls. I made sure I was on the opposite end of his stall and lowered the toilet seat to initiate the next segment of the plan.

The waiting game.

After all, I gotta make it look like I actually got drugged. I brought out the mic hidden underneath the t-shirt and brought it up to my mouth to give Nero the next order, making sure the occupants of the bathroom couldn't hear us.

"As much as you're enjoying dancing with your hubby right now, I need you to get out of the building pronto. Killuc's men are looking around the club because they found out someone drugged Brad's drink. Don't worry, this is part of the plan. I'm praying to God you're hearing this and haven't forgotten that I'm in your ear right now in order to simp over your boss. I'm going to repeat. Get the fuck out of there. Wait for me at the top of the building."

With that, I crushed the small device and flushed it down the toilet. And now we wait... and pray.

POV: Nero

I'll be honest, I didn't hear the first half of what Aiden said because I was engrossed in the very normal conversation I was having with Leo (yes over the music and yes even after he kissed my neck. I haven't forgotten about the kisses, I was just leaving it for future Nero, where he could stress over it with the many other things). So yes, guilty as charged Assden.

But once I caught onto the second half, I went on immediate alert and didn't question his words (not that I could've anyway).

What did that man do this time...

I removed my hands from Leo's neck and brought them over his arms. Leo looked confused at the action and before he could question it, I removed his arms from my waist and quickly explained, "I'm sorry, I need to go now. It's been fun, thanks."

"Wha–" I didn't listen to the rest of the statement and as I dashed through the growing crowd, into the lounge area. Killuc's men were going around to every guest to either confront them or survey from a closer distance, so I made sure to not be noticed by utilising the power of darkness. I had a couple of close calls but eventually, I made it to the front entrance.

That lead to my next problem. The door was crowded with suited men, talking to each and every person that was trying to leave as well as looking through their items. I'm pretty sure that's illegal but they have money so I guess I'm not surprised.

On top of that, I discovered Leo frantically looking for something. Which was most likely me. I felt bad for abruptly leaving the man but he knew I was doing a mission. STOP GETTING YOURSELF FURTHER INVOLVED WITH ME YOU DIMWIT. So I was trying to hide from two different parties.

I need to create a distraction for the guards, but with what? I felt through my pockets, which only left me with my phone and keys. I then surveyed around me and nothing came to mind, until I saw a bunch of empty bottles lying around.

I mean, this is definitely one of the worse ideas I've had but it'll do its job. I hope.

I gathered up all the empty bottles, as many as I could and stridden towards the entrance again. I ducked onto the floor so I was out of surveilance and let the plan go into action.

I threw all the bottles in the air, making sure they hit the high ceiling and were over the security's heads and screamed out, "WATCH OUT FROM ABOVE!"

Everyone around looked up and instantly began screaming, arms raised above their heads to cover from the raining glass. I used this exact opportunity to rapidly crawl and weave through the legs and fucking finally, I made my way out onto the street.

There was a crowd of people next to the building and I ran to the neighbouring alleyway to shoot up into the sky and looked down on them. No one noticed thankfully but I did see Leo somehow get out of the building, looking around.

Now I felt really bad and had the need to call out to him, but I didn't. I'd just call him later or something.

All these selfless acts I do for the greater good don't seem worth it anymore.

With a sigh, I went on top of the roof of the three-storey building and released a huge disappointed sigh. Just then, my phone went off and when I saw the contact ID, I felt my face involuntarily light up.

"What's up boss sir? Long-time no see."

POV: Aiden

I swore it got a lot noisier outside compared to five minutes prior. Was drugging one of the brats of a mafia family really such a big deal? Sheesh.

Brad was still groaning out in pain in his stall as he continued to take a shit while one of the servants (butler? Slave?) was standing in front of the stall, constantly asking if he needed any assistance.

I can't fucking leave unless he does. I want to go home already.

As if God was listening to my prayers, the servant seemed to have been called out because I heard him informing his master, "I'll be back sir. Your sister is requiring my assistance. I'll call for someone else in the meantime."

Footsteps walked by my stall before the creaking of the door overtook the tiled room, later leaving us with nothing but the agonised groans of the brat.

Now's my chance.

Hastily, I opened the door and ran for the exit. I was reintroduced to the dim lights of the club and– holy shit but did it get a lot more crowded. There were a lot more people here than before, half of which look dodgy. Did they have men hiding around the place as well? Well, we're fucked if there was a ninja above us when I was telling Nero my plan. But considering how I haven't been shot in the head yet, I doubt that's the case.

It was a lot louder too, with everyone talking, yelling to get out and openly having sex with each other. I thought this was some sort of high-end club. This was giving me dingy vibes.

I needed to stop analysing the place and get out.

I looked around for a side exit or a back door, only to find it heavily guarded by the bad guys. Well nah shit. That's the first place a person who's trying to escape would go.

I fast-walked along the bar, headed towards the front exit but a couple of metres in front was Brad's cousin, one of the people who were sitting at the table. I turned ninety degrees and went towards the dance floor, internally chanting blend in, blend in, blend in.

Lightly bopping to the music, I moved to the centre of the dance floor and observed everything around me. The cousin was still talking to whoever the fuck they were talking to and I was continuously cursing the position of the front door, for being near the bar.

To make matters worse, Brad's apparently finished emptying his bowel and was now on the lookout as well. I'm praying it's not for the slut gang because that'd be inconvenient.

Now the devil seemed to be listening because as soon as I finished that thought, a loud, "MAX!" comes from that direction.

"Fuck," I exclaimed. Of course, that motherfucker was looking for me. Curse my charming ways. Panic started up within me but I managed to avoid it overwhelming me.

I need some sort of disguise. Fuck, I really should've brought a mask, even if it was shit. They wouldn't have noticed the difference in the dark anyway.

I was starting to feel very warm, constantly rubbing with the nearby dancers but the thought lit up the light bulb in my head. Rapidly, I unhooked the buttons of my shirt and stripped it off, only to leave myself in my AC/DC graphic tee hidden underneath the entire time.

I bunched up the blue shirt and threw it to the other side of the dance floor. I felt my heart calming down but only temporarily because it hit me that I had blue fucking hair and as common as coloured hair was, a full light blue dye was not a common thing. Curse my lusciously gorgeous hair.

I looked around and found a conveniently close, drunk dancer dancing with a snapback. With a wicked grin, I slyly stole it off his head and wore the cap backwards. The stranger didn't notice and continued grinding with his girl, but gave him a half-assed apology anyway (I tend to be very good at those) and headed for the exit.

I was walking along the bar again (cousin has disappeared) and my eyes landed on someone unexpected, stilling me on my track. What the shit is Winny doing here? When looking back on it later, it wasn't that surprising considering how Leo was here but at this point in time, I had adrenaline running through my veins and was on edge. I was acting completely on instinct, rather than usual tactical thinking.

Fonzo was leaning against the bar bench, surrounded by men and women, who were all trying to seduce him with their sweet talk and their gestures. I didn't think it was working but he was giving them his attention so maybe it was part of some sort of ploy.

Erwin didn't notice my presence and I didn't bother trying to grab his attention, opting to just sneak past him... except another call of "MAX?" from a lot closer than before, got me all frozen again. I looked behind me and noticed that he was looking in the other direction, meaning he hadn't seen me but sure as hell was about to if I didn't move.

Remember when I said I acted completely on instinct and guts when on edge? This usually caused some sort of stupid decision that I would forever look back on and cry on.

This was one of those moments.

My brain was malfunctioning because the guy I was trying to run from was behind me, a lot closer than anticipated and if I was caught... let's not talk about that.

So I did the first thing that came to mind. I walked up to Erwin's groupies, pushed through said groupies, got a lot of complaints and sworn at and finally, I stood in front of him. His eyes widened in recognition but I didn't bathe at the attention for too long as saw Brad coming closer from the corner of my eyes. He's going to see me!!!!!!!!

Rapidly, flipped our position so I was the one being pushed up against the bar, making sure his height is covering my body. I brought our chests together and moved my head closer to his. "Hi Winny," I greeted shakily at the stupored man.

But for some reason, it wasn't enough. My gut was telling me it was not enough. So I followed my guts and pulled on his red tie (who the fuck wore a tie to a club).

I leaned up and crashed my lips against his. The action surprised both him and I, eyes widening (and dilating) but it was too late to back out now. I could just leave it at that. Lips just pressed against the other, nothing else. I mean, it shook the entire crowd around us. But again, my mind screamed that it was not enough. So I closed my eyes and moved my lips against his.

It brought him out of his stupor and I expected to be pushed away and sucker-punched, but he proved me wrong and reciprocated the action. My eyes shot open again in shock but this time, his eyes were closed. I brought my hands to his cheeks and soon followed after.

POV: Erwin

What the actual fuck? I was making out with Aiden. I was making out with the one guy who pissed me off whenever I saw him. I made out with my employee. How the fuck did we get here?

Tonight, I was meant to go home with one of the many random strangers and get my way with them Instead, my mind kept wandering to a specific blue-haired employee and I just couldn't get into the mood.

As usual, I had a lot of good looking people come up to me and get with me but the best I could do was fakely smile at them and humour them with small talk. I could tell they wanted more and I also wanted more but I just couldn't get into it. And it was all Aiden's fault. I didn't know why he kept invading my mind but I didn't appreciate it. I didn't want to care why he's there. I didn't want to care about whether he's alright or not. I didn't want to feel the emotions that are eerily similar to jealousy (I was not jealous).

So I spent most of the night trying to shut him out and engage in boring conversations, which seemed to charm them even more. How annoying. It was like that for a long time, before it randomly started getting all noisy.

I noticed how Killuc's men were all panicky and when I looked back to the table, Aiden disappeared. I tried to ignore it but the question "where did he go?" invaded my mind.

Then out of nowhere, he popped up in front of me, turned me around, called me that atrocious name and fucking kisses me by half choking me.

Now listen, I knew I'm good looking and it was because of this that many shameless people in the world try to sexually harass me, with the main method being trying to kiss me. I was always good at reading who was going to do it and who was not so I always managed to avoid it.

Except with Aiden, clearly. Why I was so off guard, I don't know. Maybe because I was too shocked to think or maybe I never expected my employee to pull it off. Regardless, this was usually when I would push them off me and freeze them with my cold words.

But I must've been drunk or maybe our lips fit too well because instead of doing that, I kissed the man back. I felt him stiffen momentarily but he quickly melt against me, bringing his warm hands against my heated cheeks. I brought my left arm up so I could wrap it around his back and pulled him closer, hand firmly on his back. My right went o his nape, softly rubbing it in repetitive motions. Aiden's hands dropped from my face as I swallow his soft moan and both his hands came down to my chest to clutch onto my shirt, pulling me closer rather than pushing me away.

Our mouths were moving with each other at a slower tempo than the music in the background and the smell of lavender put me in a daze. The movements weren't frantic but just as passionate. I dropped my hand on his back lower, just above his hind and I felt the electro user release a small sigh against my lips before clamping back on. My world exploded, and I felt our bodies heat up. Nothing else mattered, not the setting nor the gasps around us. Only the feel of Aiden's lip mattered, and Aiden's hands and Aiden's back and just Aiden.

I felt bolder and brought out my tongue to swipe against his bottom lip but that seemed to be the wrong move because the spell was broken and suddenly I was pushed back, now looking at a dazed but scared man. His eyes were dilated in lust but also in fear. His lips were slightly reddened from our activity but were trembling due to panic.

"I-I-I'm s-sorry. I d-didn't mean– I'm sorry," Aiden stuttered out before he sprinted for the exit, leaving me all stupefied and bemused.

What the fuck just happened?

POV: Aiden

"I made a mistake," was the first thing I said to Nero when I reached the roof.

"Oh? You finally realised that a last-minute plan isn't actually a good idea and this entire scheme was a bad idea?" Nero stood up and sent one last text (to his hubby for sure) before flying into the sky. I followed shortly after

"Yes."

Nero wasn't expecting immediate acceptance because he looked at me dubiously. "What happened Aiden?"

"I kissed Erwin," I blurted out.

That was the last thing Nero expected because he choked on air and lost control of his flying, plunging down.

After a couple of seconds, he flew back next to me, laughing his wings off.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA you... HAHAHA... kissed your *wheeze* boss? HAHAHAHAHAHA"

Nero was fucking losing it and my head was throbbing in irritation by the second.

"Shut the fuck up, midget. Don't think I didn't notice you rubbing against Leo the entire night. Your neck is blooming with purple bruises that are very much not mosquito bites. "

Nero ignored the comment but failed to hide the redness of his cheeks. "HAHAHA, why the fuck did you kiss him?"

"I don't know!" I shouted out. "It was the only way I could escape." Granted, after the kiss, I completely forgot I was meant to be sneaking out of the place and instead bolted but we'll ignore that fact.

"No, it wasn't." Nero sent me a smirk.

"Yes it was."

"No it wasn't."

"No, it wasn't," I surrendered with a sigh. "But my brain malfunctioned and that's the first idea that came to mind."

Nero snorted. "Yeah ok fair enough. I guess you REALLY wanted to kiss him subconsciously. You need to give me the full details of what went down tonight."

"Yeah, I know."

We flew in comfortable silence, both of us in deep thought. Hopefully, Nero was having less impure thoughts than me. As we were about to approach my building, Nero asked a simple question.

"Was it good?" No context, no nothing but we all knew what he was talking about.

I turned my head to face him. "Mind-blowing. So much better than the dirtbag's."