I'm Crazy in Love

The beat vibrates off the walls, and the drinks flow across the tables just as fast as the bartenders can make them. They were swaying to the rhythm, so sweaty bodies filled the dance floor. Replicas of different colors of light all over that seem to be in sync with the music playing.

I'm a bit drunk, but I still enjoy dancing. I don't even care what the fucked these people will say, just enjoying my dumb fucking life. Tonight I'm going to drink a lot.

"Miss, are you okay? You look drunk already." She caught me because I was about to stumble.

I don't know if I'm in heaven already, but I just saw an angel in front of me wearing the decent piece of clothes I have ever seen in every bar I am with every time I messed up. She is beautiful, white, of average height, and sexy so far. I tried to stand up straight though I was a little dizzy.

"I'm sorry, Ms. I'm a little groggy, but I can manage," I said as I sipped on my drink.

"I think you need some help," she said with a smile as her eyes narrowed.

"No, I'm fine, wonderful," with full of confidence, I said as I raised my two hands, nodding my head.

"I think you are not; are you alone or with someone? I will take you to them."

"Miss, I said I'm okay, and I'm not with anyone. I'm fine. You don't need to be bothered by just a stranger like me."

"No, I insist. Since you are alone, then let's hangouts together. I'm alone too. I have no one else with me."

"Okay, that's great. If you insist, then fine, I think I don't have any choice, so let's drink to that." I take a sip on my drink again.

"By the way, I'm Ally, and you are?" She asks while I'm going with the bit of the music.

"Oh! Me? I'm Hannah. Hannah Spaughton. The only Spaughton here in the Philippines," I said as I shook hands with her and still dancing.

I take her to the front bar as I notice her empty-handed.

"Oh slowly, Hannah, maybe we'll fall. Where are we going?"

In the front bar, we sit on the vacant chair in the corner as I asked her.

"What do you prefer to drink, Ally? It's my treat because you're too kind."

"Maybe Boulevardier will be nice," agreeing to my offer.

"Alright! one boulevardier over here, please, Mr. Bartender, and one more Old Fashioned as well."

"Hannah, are you sure you can still drink? it may be difficult for you to go home."

"No, I'm good at drinking. Why are you worried?"

"Of course coz you are alone, so nobody may take you home, what if something might happen to you on the way. You can't drive like this."

"It's fine, Ally, and I did not bring any car with me because I already planned. I want to get drunk and forget everything here." I said as I touched my chest.

I'm so annoyed with Billy these days, giving up. I really can't handle her anymore. If I could ignore her, then it wouldn't be hard. What did I see in her? Very clumsy, noisy, and almost everyone has become her boyfriend.

"Hey, are you still okay?" The moment she waved her hand at my face, I was suddenly stunned as she was close to me. I can't deny her beauty.

"I think that's enough, Hannah. Don't finish It." she grabs the drink from my hand and gulps it all one time.

Afterward, I couldn't handle my dizziness, so I suddenly sank into the countertop of the front bar, and I didn't know the next thing happen.

"Oh shit, Hannah, wake up. How am I supposed to carry you, dude?" slightly, hearing those words.

[Ally's Point of View]

"Hey, Bro. I'm Ally. What's your name?" I talked with the random guy that passed by near us.

"I'm Zee." He shakes his hand with me.

"I'm sorry to bother you, Zee, but can I ask you a favor? Can you help me bring my friend in the car? Because she's drunk already."

"Oh sure, are you sure only that?" He slightly touches my hand.

I knew what he might be thinking, so I changed my mind and asked the bartender if I could have some assistant from the staff. It's a good thing the team in the bar was kind and trusty. They help me carry Hannah to the car.

"Thank you, here take it." I gave some tips as we settled in my car.

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I was driving, and I couldn't bring her home. My dad won't allow me to let someone in the house. What could be her problem? Why she drinks a lot?

We ended up checking in a prestigious hotel near Ortigas. I don't have any choice, and this is the last thing in my mind. I go to the drive-thru hotel named Marco Polo so it won't be hard to take her in the room. I was at the counter to check-in and pay.

"Ms. I need one room with two single beds on it. Here's my card." she smiled, took my card then swiped it.

Finally, we can rest and take some sleep. I'm so disgusted already in my body. Hannah is so drunk, and I let her lay in the bed as we reach our room.

The room is big and relaxing. I go to the shower to take a bath. I wondered if I would wipe her with a warm towel or not; maybe she would wake up then get mad at me, so I let her be.

I was about to sleep, making the light dim because I was afraid of the dark. I was lying in bed, suddenly got shocked because Hannah talked and called someone's name.

If I was not mistaken, she's calling out the name Billy. Hannah even stood and walked through me, and I looked at her in astonishment. She leaned, grabbed, and kissed me torrid on the lips.

Her tongue was long, soft, and seemed to move inside vigorously.

"Hey, Hannah wakes up. I am not Billy what the fucked. That's fine. Nothing will lose, but maybe in the morning, when you wake up, you will slap me big time on the face."

I'm holding her two hands, trying to avoid her. She's too strong because the spirit of the liquor is still there. She struggled and kept on kissing me. She took off her clothes, then hugged me again and kissed me hard. I'm just a human being, I'm starting to feel hot, but I swayed her trying to push her away. Our body almost collided as I felt her soft skin touches mine. Hannah aroused my sleeping soul.

"Billy, you know how much I love you. I can give you myself even a thousand times," She said, thinking I was Billy.

She's aggressive and hot, so I was carried away by the fragrance of her body. I kissed her deeply and laid her on the bed, and now I'm on top.

I removed my shirt, continued to grab her, put my right hand inside her bra, and began to mash her boobs. I unbuckle her bra and show up how big it is. I sucked her left nipple, and she moaned. That was hot and even made me want for more. I licked her body from the neck up to down her belly.

I start to get rid of her panty first before her skirt. My hand felt the warmth of her vagina, so I ate her deep, and she grabbed my head to push it in more. I removed the last piece that covered her. I went back to the top to kiss her wild and full of lust. She is so hot that I can't resist her. I slowly entered. My finger was all sucked inside, and I fucked her hard then as fast as I could.

The bed was shaking while fucking her, and she moaned even louder. What the fucked? She's driving me crazy. I could feel her scratching my back with her nail almost sinking into me.

Fucked I was about to reach orgasm, so she was as she hugged me more tightly. It was the strangest sensation I ever felt in my whole life. Shit, that was fucking great.

[Hannah Point of View]

"Shit, what the hell am I doing here, at the hotel?"

Those are the words mumbling in my mind when I woke up naked with this strange girl sleeping next to me naked too. I got panicked, confused, and I couldn't think. I quickly got dressed and left the room.

I'm in trouble.

The house is cluttered, and it seems like nobody lives here. I'm always not around, only gone home to sleep, then rise again to leave. Yes, my unit is here in Makati, where I have stayed for almost three years since I graduated in the Business Management course.

We are in the industry of clothing and manufacturing. I desperately wanted to live independently and separate from my parents, so at the age of 20, I worked hard to get away from them. At first, they were against it, but they couldn't control me either.

It's challenging to stay with them, having big expectations from me, especially I'm their only child, wanting me to manage our business, get married in time, and give them grandchildren. Unfortunately, I can't provide it, being a lesbian and still in the closet. When I was young, there was something strange about me. I'm more okay with women than men and even end up in a fight when talking to them.

I disregarded the fact until I met Billy in high school and felt love at first sight. I was blown away by her beauty at the beginning of the class. She was the talk of the campus for being gorgeous. We were seatmates, then sooner became close as I always help her out in some of our academics.

We began to hang out most frequently. Knowing all Billy's non-sense, despite being often scolded and summoned to the principal's office, yet still skips classes to go with her boyfriend. One time I caught them on the act in the old stock room of our school. Billy moaned, grinding on top of her man, fully naked. Since then, I'm struggled, dealing with my first heartache and forced to handle it on my own, trapped in one-sided love. Of all the people, she's the only one who knows me and frees me to move when I'm with her.

I still remember just the two of us in her room after doing our homework as she suddenly kissed me out of nowhere. That was my first then afterward, she became aggressive when my true feelings were being unleashed by uncontrolled lust, flirting, but only for having fun. Billy is ready for everything, experimenting with things, even emotions. I can't count how many times we had sex.

I'm always there to support her. Every time she's resentful, we end up omnipresent, going on road trips, out of town, skipping pressures in studying. That way, she could forget her problems. Billy grew up in the care of her grandfather. They have good business, so their lifestyle is pretty much stable. We are more than friends but not into a relationship, no commitment like other normal couples. My world revolves around her, feeling nothing without her. Billy is idle to do anything she wants without my consent, but whenever things get worse, she'll come here in the condo, get drunk, cry all night, then, as usual, something between us might happen.

According to that kind of setup, despite being hurt perhaps because I love her, even she doesn't love me back the way I used to. We randomly had sex, especially when she recently separated from her boyfriend, hurt, and wasn't okay. Sex became her escape, too, in her struggles that were so amazing on my part because I could be with her sometimes.

[Ally Point of View]

Today is shady, like Dad and I am arguing again. We hadn't gotten along since Mom died, and it got worse when my older brother followed. Not because he's my Dad, he can decide for me and my future. How Am I supposed to marry a person I don't even know. After my brother died, I felt like all the responsibility for the company was on my shoulder.

"That's my final decision, Ally," Dad says without hesitation.

In a rage, I grabbed my bag, car key as I left and went to the bar, hoping to ease the pain. I was wearing my usual outfit fitted shirt and jeans with my sneakers as my hair-free.

[Hannah Point of View]

My condo is not huge but beautiful, and it is nice when cleaned. There is a living room, kitchen, and dining. This spot in the balcony where you can see the alluring view of Makati, I drink alone or with Billy, smoke, and we even got sex on the spot. It serves as her 2nd home. She barely stays in her house and mostly spends time here when being torn apart like shit.

I watched vlogs in my free time, spent my day here in the house, doing stuff like designing a new dress style and cooking some new dishes gathered from the internet rather than roaming around.

I haven't had a boyfriend since birth though many want to court. They were busted right away, and even just planning to court was already rejected. I do find men attractive I am just not attracted to them. I have male friends but only a few and often gay. I'm not ugly nor super pretty either, but I have appeal, am witty, a sense of humor, and not only beauty, being lesbian but wearing skirts, shorts, daring clothes, and I'm still a virgin, take note with men, not on women.

I tried to reach out to Billy, but she's not answering my calls. We have planned today.

"Hannah, love, I'm so sorry, but I can't make it tonight. I promise I will make it up to you next time. An emergency came up all of a sudden.", that's what she sent me.

I knew she wouldn't come. She should have just told the truth that she's somewhere with her boyfriend than making an excuse. That's better than expecting her to show up. It's a good thing I haven't cooked yet, or else it will spoil and be thrown in the garbage as she does to me.

"You should have told me earlier, Billy. How irresponsible you are. You always do this shit whenever you like. You shouldn't promise if you didn't do it either." I throw my phone in the bed as I send it to her. My cheek is reddish as turmoil up.

"Hannah, try to be considerate. I told you something came up," she chatted. I pouted, teary eyes as my planned got ruined, devastated.

"You are always like that. Better not to promise anything," I chat with angry emoji.

"Whatever you say, Hannah, grow up," she chatted with cry emoji.

We promised to celebrate our friendship anniversary, yet this will be the outcome, which always makes me feel bad.

Instead of sulking alone, I'd better go out and have a drink, wearing one of my design t-shirt with crazy in love on it printed paired with a maroon skirt and black doll shoes without socks. I was putting light makeup on my face to hide my upset while my hair tied up looking strong then go, slumped the door as I went out.

Yesterday was the most embarrassing moment of my life, so drunk that it would happen in my 23 years of existence, swearing to God as I promise not to let that occur again. I will no longer get groggy and drink alone just because of Billy. From this time forward, being a weak human being will eliminate from my personality.

Eight pm already. I just finished my dinner, watching Netflix here in the living room. It's a common pastime aside from doing my designs. The air coming from outside the balcony is nice as I feel the sadness of being alone, without understanding why. I almost have everything-good work, a house, and a career, but I still long for something. I get everything I want. Eat whatever I love, have a good life. Even I don't have siblings, and I enjoyed my youth as I grew up with my parent's care.

I was about to sleep, but notifications popped up on my phone's screen. No one knew my number aside from Billy and intimate friends. With curiosity, I look at it instantly, "Hey there ..! How are you now? It seems like you just hit and run on me, little brat. I'm just kidding. I want to check on you. You were so aggressive the last time we were together and so intense in bed. Hope to see you soon. Muuaaahh love lots Baby."

[Ally Point of View]

The one-night stand is new to me, exciting. Fortunately, I got Hannah's number before she left me. I made the right decision to go out yesterday rather than stress myself to Dad. I thought fixed marriage was only in other countries, but I was wrong, and even here in the Philippines, it's a trend.

I bumped into Hannah at the bar. She impressed me with her sense of humor as I chatted with her for a while, making me forget my problem. I found her cute and not only beautiful but was excellent as well on the bed, hearing nothing else in the whole room but her sounds, enjoying what I was doing. Her whiteness and smoothness of body were captivating. If I were a real man, perhaps I would probably get her pregnant so she could chase me.

[Hannah Point of View]

Holy cow! How did she get my number? I'm not that drunk, as I recalled. I'm just a bit emotional and upset that my best friend broke her promise. Talk shit of hers. Surely indeed show like she doesn't need me once more because they are on good terms. When that guy deceived her again, that's the only time Billy will notice me.

"I'm fucked off, dude! Go away and leave me alone." That's what I want to say every time she comes to me and is heartbroken.

Oh shit! Did that girl meddle on my phone? I can't blame her, and perhaps she's curious because we had sex. Why would she get my number, to get to know each other, to have the second meet and sex again? Is that so?

What the hell I was thinking. The people now were so wild and loved to experiment and explore things. That's not bad either, but the thing is, I have nothing to do with her. It's just a one-night stand, and I'm not into a commitment. What the fuck.

Why does she need to get my number? Why am I worried? It's just her, or maybe I'm afraid Billy may find out? Is that why I'm concerned about it?

"Oh, come on, Hannah, it's just a message doesn't mean she's into a serious relationship. It can be just hanging out with benefits. Why don't you try to go out with her and have fun, enjoy so not only Billy is in your mind."

It's like the other part of me talking shit. What the hell why I worry that much? I'm single, and only I'm in this complicated fucking relationship. I don't know what kind, but I'm definitely in love with Billy. She's my first. We had sex, everything, and yet was nothing as hell. Goddamn it!

It's already 10 pm late. It suddenly came back into my mind what was happening that night. My God, I can still remember some detail that happens to us in the Hotel. How did we end up there? Every single part of her body, even her smell, the sounds of excitement and romance we had. But in my heart, I was hoping and imagining it was Billy that I was having intercourse. She was my dream girl ever since we were in high school. I don't know what she did to me, why I was so naïve when it came to her.

I didn't feel the same way about Billy as I was having sex with that girl from the bar, so intimate and different. The feelings and acts were mutual far from Billy, and I had sex as nothing, done quickly. It's like I'm the only one who enjoyed it and was satisfied! I felt betrayed to myself why I let that happen to me, being humiliated.

"Hey, are you there? Aren't you going to reply to me?" she even strike to pursue me again.

Do I need to respond to her? What I'm going to tell you? What? Talk about what happened that night? This circumstance is not fun. I don't have time for this.

"Sooner or later, we will meet each other again, Baby. I promise we will enjoy it again, but this time you are not drunk because It's too hard to resist you.😘", she even put an emoji on it.

"Should I text her back? What would Billy think If I'm going to do that?" talking to myself.

It's my first time encountering this, so I don't know how to react to it. Maybe leave it that way or better to change my sim card so she can't bother me again. That's the best thing to do, I think.

I'm not supposed to worry this much. There's no big deal, and we're both single and ready to mingle. Why do I need to think about Billy always? She didn't even care what I would feel every time she didn't show up and disregarded me.

Finally, it was time to sleep, but Billy was calling in the messenger. I won't answer and listen to her excuse anymore. She would apologize million times, promising not to do it again. I do understand we're not a real couple but at least keep her words. If she can't make it, then don't promise so that I won't expect anything in return.

The girl at the bar was lovely and a bit attractive perhaps if we meet first, we can be in a serious relationship, I guess so.

Billy kept on calling, but I ignored it and tried to sleep. Tomorrow morning I need to go back to work. For sure, in my two days' absence, Anna will go to kill me. I need to focus on my company, and that thing that happened last night will bury it in oblivion.