“Last call, miss.”
Oh shit, finally. Luna glanced at the clock—2:46 AM. Just a little more, girl. Go home, sleep, then do it all over again tomorrow. You got this. There were barely any people left in the bar—just a few regulars finishing their last round and one drunk guy snoring in the corner like it was his own bedroom.
She sighed as she wiped the counter. The rag was cold and damp… just like my life right now. No thrill at all.
Then the door opened.
Who the hell is it this time? She didn’t even look. Probably another messed-up guy. I’m done. I’m tired. Please, no more.
But… something in the air shifted. Legit. Like a breeze of expensive perfume mixed with arrogance and sin.
Luna slowly turned to look.
Fuck.
He walked in like a scene straight out of a movie. Tall, confident, wearing a dark shirt that hugged his body. That walk? Casual, but powerful. I want to throw water at him… but I also kinda want to sit on his lap—Luna, girl, behave.
He sat at the end of the bar like it was made for him.
“One whiskey. Neat.”
His voice was deep. Commanding. Not a request—a demand. Luna flinched. Great. Cocky. But why does his voice feel so hot? Just his voice and I’m already melting. Get a grip, Luna.
“We’re not allowed to serve after 2 AM, sir,” she replied, acting chill, raising a brow. Don’t fall, girl.
He smiled. “Then pretend it’s juice.”
Fuck. THIS MAN’S CHARM IS SO RUDE. Luna smiled even though she didn’t mean to. She grabbed the bottle and poured. Here we go. Another problem. But damn, he’s handsome. TOO HANDSOME. Lord, why?
“You’ve got quite the bite, huh?” he said with a squint.
He leaned back, totally relaxed. “And you’re way too pretty for this hour.”
Shit. Is this Wattpad? Is this even real? Luna blushed but played it cool.
“One more line and I’ll charge you,” she said, hands on her hips.
He laughed. Low, tempting. “Name?”
Your name is trouble. Wait. Don’t give it. He might be a stalker. But… if he is, maybe I’m okay with it. Focus, Luna!
“Why should I tell you?”
He stared—intense, like an interrogation. “Because I’ve been trying not to stare at you since I walked in.”
OKAY. Chill. Chill. Don’t let your panties explode.
“I don’t get distracted easily,” Luna said.
He leaned closer. “Then why haven’t you looked away since I walked in?”
OH MY GOD. Luna. Pray. He looks like he wants to devour you—and you’re kinda down for it. Are you okay?
“…Luna,” she finally said. Her voice came out softer than she intended.
He looked pleased. “Luna.” He said it slowly, like chocolate. Expensive chocolate.
Fck, how come my name sounds sexy when he says it?!
He took a sip of his whiskey, eyes still on her. Is this right? Maybe he’s married. Or worse—a playboy. But Luna’s gut? Yup. Exactly that. The kind of guy who ruins you—but you’d still say it was worth it.
“Are you always this flirty with bartenders?” she asked.
“No. Only with the ones I want to take home.”
FUCK. Don’t look at him. Don’t—ugh, you looked even harder. You’re doomed.
Luna turned her back, pretending to clean again. Why am I nervous? I’m supposed to have the power—I’m the one with the bottles.
Then she heard it.
“Luna.”
She froze.
Don’t turn. Don’t. Fuck. GURL. Why did you turn so fast?!
“What now?” she asked, not looking.
“I’m not done yet.”
Her knees buckled. FUCK. Who the hell is this guy?
She slowly turned back around. Their eyes met.
“What’s your deal?” she asked, nervous.
He smiled, relaxed. “Simple—I saw you. And now, I want to know how far you’ll let me go before you say yes.”
Yes?! What kind of yes?! I’m not that easy… but why do I kinda want to?
“I don’t say yes. I don’t give in easily.”
He grinned, hungry. “Then make it hard for me. I like that.”
Shit. I’m the one getting played. I’m the one getting flustered. And I kinda like it?
Luna could feel his gaze—intense, like a spotlight.
She pretended to be busy. Wiping here, glancing there. But honestly, all she could think about was his voice. Like an echo laced with lust. Fuck, how did he get me this turned on in five minutes?
“Don’t worry,” he said while sipping his drink, “I don’t bite… unless you ask nicely.”
HAAA?!
Luna dropped the glass.
“Shit,” she whispered, picking it up.
“You okay?” he asked, smirking.
“I’m fine. Just surprised by the—”
Your voice that sounds like a damn hotline. Who are you?!
He raised a brow. “By?”
Fake smile. “The air. It’s cold.”
He laughed. “You sure it’s the air? Maybe it’s me?”
FUCK. Are you literally temptation?
“Maybe you’re just full of yourself,” Luna said.
“Confident,” he corrected. “Big difference.”
Luna rolled her eyes. Confirmed. Playboy. But why is he so fun to talk to?
“Don’t you have any other bar to bother?” she asked.
“You’re not at any other bar.”
OHMYGOD. Why am I giggling? Why am I smiling? LUNA, GET A GRIP.
He leaned closer. His cologne? Smelled like sinful heaven.
“I’m Adrian, by the way.”
Luna raised an eyebrow. “Adrian, huh? That real?”
He smirked. “Depends. Want my full name, number, and location of my birthmark?”
WHAT THE HELL. I want your birthmark, idiot.
“Hmm. No thanks,” she said, hiding a smile.
“Playing hard to get?”
“Playing smart.”
Their eyes locked again. Like they were the only two people in the world.
Adrian’s eyes dropped to her lips. Just a second—but she caught it.
Shit. He wants to kiss me. Do I want to? Idiot, stop.
“So… you always work this late?”
“Why? You applying?”
He laughed. And damn, even his laugh is sexy.
“I just want to know if I’ll see you here again.”
Why does that feel like a date proposal? I don’t want to fall for a customer… but damn, he’s fine.
Luna turned again, pretending to fix the bottles.
Adrian stood up.
She didn’t notice, but she was already biting her lip. Adrian came closer to the bar.
“Luna,” he said again—smooth, deadly.
She turned around. What now?!
“Are you off tomorrow?”
“Why?”
“Dinner,” he said straight. “With me.”
FUCK. DINNER already? No “maybe”? Just straight up “with me”? LORD?!
“Sorry, I don’t date customers.”
“Then I’ll stop drinking. I’m not a customer anymore.”
SHIT. Stop it. Next thing I know, I’ll serve myself to you.
Luna was about to answer—maybe no, maybe yes—when someone yelled from the other end. “Miss! One more beer!”
She turned. “One sec.”
When she turned back… Adrian was gone.
WTF?! WHERE DID YOU GO?!
She spotted a 500-peso tip… and a small card.
Adrian Reyes
CEO - Reyes International Holdings
Personal: 0917-xxx-xxxx
Back: Text me if you want dessert after your shift.
Luna’s jaw dropped.
FUCK. CEO?! What kind of hentai story is this?!
She tucked the card into her apron, heart pounding like a drumroll.
And as they cleaned up, she remembered the note:
“Text me if you want dessert.”
Girl… I want dessert. But I also want to live. Bahala na si Batman.
(note:this is the english version of the story i posted. I published the novel here as well aside from wattpad. Another note! you can read the updated novel on wattpad).
