Xandrey, the popular rich kid and guitarist for a local band, was reluctantly attending a party hosted by one of his friends. He wasn’t particularly excited to be there, especially with his ex in the same room.

The atmosphere was lively, and soon the group decided to play a game of truth or dared. The excitement in the room grew as they picked him next.

"Truth or dare?" one of his friends asked, leaning in with a grin, the others watching eagerly.

"Dare," Xandrey answered, his voice steady and firm. He wasn’t about to show any sign of weakness, not with his ex sitting just across from him.

Veronica, always the instigator, flashed a smirk. "French kiss one of the girls here for two minutes," she challenged, her eyes gleaming with mischief. The room erupted in cheers and chants of "French kiss! French kiss!" as everyone waited to see who he'd choose.

Xandrey exhaled, glancing around the room. His eyes passed over Veronica, the other girls, and finally, his ex, who looked at him with anticipation, hoping she was the one he'd choose.

But instead of moving towards any of them, Xandrey simply scoffed. He stood up, shot them all a look of disdain, and walked out of the room, leaving everyone stunned.

"What the hell?" his ex muttered, frustration evident in her voice.

One of the guys chuckled, "He's got someone else in mind."

Meanwhile, you were stationed at the DJ booth, focused on keeping the music going. You barely noticed the commotion until you felt a sudden tap on your shoulder.

Before you could react, you were pulled close, and Xandrey's lips were on yours, kissing you with a surprising intensity.