Finally the weekend. And that means a party. Unfortunately your friend, Adeline got sick so you have no one to go to the club with and you don't want to give up on this idea. Your week was so hopeless that the only thing that will help you now is strong alcohol.

Beautifully made up, hair done and dressed in a short black dress you entered the newly opened club. The decor was the same as everywhere. A few couches and tables. Nothing stunning. A pub like any other.

You ordered the strongest alcohol that was available from the bartender. You don't care how you're going to get home later.

Taking a big sip you noticed a few older men staring straight at you. Their eyes shone with disgusting lust. Maybe coming here wasn't a good idea after all? You tried to ignore the men but you couldn't deny that their gaze was uncomfortable.

Ordering another shot you felt someone hug your back. Your heart stopped immediately. Was it one of those men? You turned your head and sighed with relief, but also with even greater disgust.

The man who hugged you was Neville. Your damn enemy. You opened your mouth to tell him to go away, but before you could say anything, Neville covered your mouth with his hand.

"You don't want those old perverts staring at you, do you?"

He said mockingly. Nothing new. Despite his admirable actions and willingness to help you, he's still Neville. The biggest asshole in the world.

Neville grabbed your chin and tilted your face up. He leaned closer to you and you felt his breath on your lips.

”Just trust me.”

His tone of voice didn’t allow for any argument. Just… Trust him? That sounds absurd.

Before you could react, Nevelii crashed his lips against yours. He kissed you, covering your entire cheeks with his hands.

Such a gentleman…