Kapitel 67: CHAPTER 67: A NIGHT OUT WITH MALIK
"Did you wait long?" I enter Malik's car. I feel bad having him to come and get me, and also have him wait for me, by the looks of it. But, hey, it's casual, so everything goes, right? I have not even put on my seatbelt yet when Malik instantly grabs my collar, making me yelp, before shutting me down with a forceful kiss.
It startles me, not gonna lie, but then I decide to enjoy it. That kiss is so enjoyable and even makes me forget about where we are. Well, if I'm found out then I'm found out, no?
"That tastes good," Malik says, grinning into the kiss. I chuckle and push him away.
"Can't you wait until we're somewhere less teenage rom-com cliché?" I ask, rolling my eyes.
"Dude," Malik turns to me once again after he turns on the engine, "we're literally fuck-buddies met through a family member, and then go around in secrets to fuck, we can't be anymore cliché even if we try," he laughs.
"Well, if you put it that way," I too grin at that. Surely my life has been a constant of clichés lately. I wonder if it can even be turned into a movie or something. But not one for Hallmark, definitely, though. Maybe Netflix. Heheheh. "Where are we going?" I ask as Malik pulls out of the parking lot and out of the uni's ground.
"My place for some good old-fashioned fucking," his grin is contagious but I cannot not roll my eyes at him. He's very unlike what he looks like.
Malik looks as old as his age, 35. I thought he would be more mature. Calmer. But he's probably in the same league with Chuck. He's brash, unapologetic, stubborn, perverted, to name a few. I think he'd get along splendidly with Chuck. Both are a child at heart.
"Can I have that pizza again?" I ask excitedly. "I wanna try the seafood pizza!" I tell him. I've only tried the classic pizzas but there are also pizzas with weird toppings. But for now I'm gonna go with seafood because I've been craving it.
"That place got you hooked, huh?" he laughs. "By the way, you good with clubs?" he asks.
"What kind? The kind for extracurricular or the kind for getting dead-beat drunk and second-guessing your entire existence followed by a splitting headache the next day and questions about your life choices?" I ask back, grinning.
"That's mortifyingly specific," he laughs again. I like making people laugh. Laughs are the best sound someone can produce. "The second one," he says after the hearty laugh,
"I'm good with it. Why?" I ask, curious and slightly suspicious.
"Well, my friend's playing at this new club tonight and he got me an invite. Wanna come?" he asks. "But if you just wanna fuck, that's very okay for me too," he adds with a big grin on his face.
"I'm not exactly dressed for clubs," I tell him, gesturing at my casual, yet tasteful (if I may so myself) outfit for class.
"Let's get you fitted, then," he says and I turn to him, dumbfounded. "Have you done thrift shopping before?" he asks and I shake my head hesitantly.
"I've done too much shopping this year." I refuse him, of course. It's true. The last shopping spree I went to almost broke my bank account. No regrets, though.
"Don't worry about it," he says, grinning at me. I raise my eyebrow at him, feeling incredulous and somehow tickled.
"Are you trying to be my sugar-daddy, now?" I ask teasingly.
"Sugar daddy, huh?" he says thoughtfully, "I don't know. Try calling me daddy," he says and I laugh.
And since I'm feeling like a little shit, I inch closer to him. My hand reaches out to his crotch, fondling him over the pants and he sucks in a breath and a curse, "Daddy," I whisper into his ear before kissing it fleetingly.
"Fucking minx," Malik laughs between gritted teeth and I marvel myself at that. I lean back against my seat, releasing him and laughing.
"You have a lot of kinks, old man," I laugh at him.
"Hey! I'm only 35!" he protests.
"Sure, daddy," I tease him again to which he groans.
"See if you can still laugh later," he threatens me only to make me laugh even more.
This kind of banter is very nice. Something I've never done before, obviously. It just feels good to say and do things without pretense for once in a while.
Malik drives to this very crowded neighborhood with stores along the road of many kinds. There are a lot of restaurants which look very interesting and make me want to try them all. I saw one restaurant with an ad saying 'A Fusion of Home and Away' and that intrigues me. There are also many salon and clothing stores.
He then stops in front of what looks like a small warehouse with a lot of banners in front of it and people going in and out. The traffic of the store, which is 'Thrifty Assassin', doesn't seem to slow down.
"Welcome to Thrifty Assassin," Malik turns off the engine, grins at me before getting out of the car.
I stare at him in suspicion before following him off the car and into the store.
We get in and my jaw drops.
It's a really big warehouse with rows of hanger-racks and shelves and mannequins filling the entirety of it. I can see many normal clothes but there are also Halloween costumes lined up in one hallway.
"Take your time," Malik pushes me onto one of the hallways, grinning. I grin back and start to excitedly search for anything I can wear to the club tonight.
That turns out to be a very hard thing to do, though. Me and Malik keep getting distracted by bizarre things. We hop from hallways to hallways and grab anything that catches our eyes and run to the changing room to try them on. Sometimes they look hideous but other times, they actually look really good on us.
"I think I know where to shop for Halloween from now on," I grin at Malik as I try on my nth costume. I try on this very elaborate pirate costume which I instantly fall in love with. I have a thing for pirates. I've wanted to be a pirate ever since I was a child.
"Would you wear something like this?" Malik waves a pair of black shorts with studs and chains which look like something out of a Magic Mike movie. I laugh and take it from him.
"Never even thought about it," I admit as I look at the mirror, holding the pants over my legs and try to imagine me actually wearing it. "Have to see what it looks like," I grin at him before heading back to the changing room.
Taking off the pirate costume turns out to be more of a hassle than putting it on. I put on my own shirt before putting on the shorts and studying myself in the mirror.
I look good. Not looking like me, but looks good nonetheless. I start to like my legs more and more the more I look at them. Call it vanity or whatever, but I feel good.
"What do you think?" I step out of the changing room into Malik who looks at me with wide eyes and just as wide a grin. He steps closer to me and grabs me by the waist, trapping me in his arms. I grin back at him teasingly. "Liking it?" I ask.
"You have no idea," he whispers, nibbling on my ear and I have to punch him because it tickles and this is not the place.
"We'll have to wash it first," I tell him, looking down at the pants as I step out of his arms. "Do you think we'll have time?"
"Plenty," Malik says, ushering me back into the changing room to change into my own clothes, "even with a lot of fucking afterwards," he adds, grinning.
"You're unbelievable," I shout at him from inside the changing room, can't help feeling amused.
I change into my clothes and walk with Malik to the cashier and he pays for everything, including the ridiculously looking shirt with frills and big red ribbon on the collar which I have no idea where' he'd wear them nor do I want to know.
We drive back to his place which only takes about ten minutes. Malik throws our purchase straight into the washing machine and proceeds to literally sweep me off my feet and throws me onto his bed and has his way with me. That last part especially, I can't really complain about.
We order pizza after the sun goes down and are too tired to move from the bed. Malik doesn't even bother putting on decent clothes when he opens the door for the poor pizzaman. We eat the pizza naked on his bed, which is something very much frowned upon by Chuck and especially Marsha. One shall not eat in bed. Unless sick.
Now I'm just doing everything she hates, huh?
It feels good, though. Doing things without thinking much about it and without having to worry about the consequences (Malik strips off the bed sheet before we go out and throws it in the wash).
Truthfully, I haven't been to a lot of clubs. Maybe a few times. We mostly go to pubs if we want to drink. And dancing isn't really in anyone's interest, so we rarely go. Most times we went to clubs when people invited us for their birthday parties and even then, we just hop in a few hours before bolting and/or fainting from excessive alcohol consumption; whichever comes first.
The place Malik brings me to is located in the heart of all the nightly entertainment in this city. It's also Saturday, so imagine the traffic. Also the amount of beauty in one place can really make someone dizzy. We get into the club, named 'Rhapsody' with Malik's invite. The place is huge and definitely new because there are flowers sent by people decorating the entrance and congratulatory message board beside them where guests can sign their names and their message there.
The place itself is very high-end. The decoration is specifically catered to the higher-class. The crystal chandeliers are hanging above our heads, creating silhouettes on the crimson-red carpeted floor. The dance floor is already packed with people in stylish garb. All beautiful. All with their own stories to tell. It's fascinating.
The backdrop for the stage is actually a series of small screens, showing either the DJ or the people on the dance floor. The stage is equipped with I'm sure the most expensive instruments. Drum set, guitar and bass, as well as a keyboard. On The other side of the room is actually a grand piano in crimson red, decorated with roses and vines.
The bar is an icy-mirrored bar. The shelves behind probably have anything from everywhere and that's where Malik brings me first. I don't know much about drinks because I usually either drink beer, or wine Marsha and Chuck's parents gave us. But I'm so willing and so read to try everything they have to offer.
"Gin and Tonic, please," Malik says to the bartender before turning to me, "you?"
"Negroni, please." I grin at the bartender who grins back and gives me a wink.
"Negroni, huh?" Malik says thoughtfully.
"I'm just gonna try everything," I tell him, shrugging as I inch closer and plant myself on him. Teasing people is so fun. Why haven't I done this before? Look at him. He's grinning like a mad cat now. And all just because I have nimble hands.
"How's your hole?" Malik asks, grabbing my ass with one of his hands while the other caresses my face. He brings his face closer and starts sniffing my neck, which of course, makes me giggle because I'm ticklish as hell.
"Missing your cock." I throw my arms around his neck, bringing him closer so I can kiss him.
"Your drinks, gentlemen," the bartender interrupts our kissing session, pushing the drinks towards us with a small smile and an extra wink for me, which I return gratefully.
He's cute. Bite me.
"Thank you," I look at his nametag and smile, "Gabriel."
"My pleasure..." The lovely blonde raises his eyebrow, waiting.
"Lee," I tell him just as Malik draws me closer.
"I'm right here, you know," Malik grumbles.
"He's adorable. Bite me," I challenge him with a laugh before turning to Gabriel apologetically, "I'm sorry. Maybe I shouldn't have used 'adorable'?" I ask. Not every adult likes to be called 'adorable'. Definitely not Kenneth.
"It's fine. You are too,'' Gabriel says, smiling at me and turning towards Malik who looks just slightly displaced, and winks at him.
Malik groans, face-palming, "I shouldn't have brought you here," he says dejectedly, "and in those shorts," he adds, pouting while looking at my legs.
"Lee?" a voice I know too well startles me and makes me almost have a whiplash by how fast I turn around only to be met with a confused and surprised Joy.
Well… This is something I never thought would happen during my night-out with a guy I just met, flirting with said guy and another guy I literally just saw minutes ago, witnessed by a friend, who's also the girlfriend whose boyfriend I've been fucking for the last few months.
Talk about reputation, huh?
This is pretty epic.
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