"Excuse me, please move this guy."

Fists clenched, lips in a line, I glared at the poor waitress. She carried a tray full of drinks in one hand, the other hand trying to move the man lying, sorry, fallen on me. This is the third time this has happened, and everytime this poor waitress is around. I knew I shouldn't have come to Peter's party. 

First of all, I didn't even know this guy. He was one of Rosie's friend's friend. Plus, he hadn't come to greet me once. Half the male population was centered around me and Rosie, you would think the host would have come. But no, this guy was arrogant. Thirdly, guys were falling all around me. I had to ask which brand of alcohol he had brought, even Eric had fallen, and that guy had a high alcohol tolerance.

"Sorry ma'am," she said, keeping the tray down. She tried pushing the guy but he won't budge. I would have helped too, but I was holding my purse, and the other hand was asleep. 

"Move aside, Adeline, this is a job for a man," a man came, pushing the waitress aside. He rolled up his sleeves and pushed the man. "You shouldn't even try moving a hulk of a man." 

The man turned towards me. I instantly felt attacked by his black eyes. They were darker than the night, and I am not being poetic about it. His thick eyebrows were raised, his eyes raking my body, almost as if he was assessing his next victim. 

"May I have the pleasure of knowing your name, m'lady?" He extended a hand towards me. I stood up without taking it. 

"Sin," I said, without hesitation. 

"Sin," he tried my name on his lips. Somehow, it felt that he should not say it, that his saying my name was a bad omen. 

"My name is Peter, the host."

"Oh, so the infamous host, that appeared out of nowhere and decided to throw a party on his very first day in the town," I shook his outstretched hand.

"The one and only," he did a bow, well tried to, and ended up falling on the table. I laughed and he stood up, a tiny smile on his face.

I looked around, and saw that literally no one I knew was awake. Even Rosie had gone with a guy to his room. Many people were dancing, and I wondered how many people had to be here, for half of them to have fainted and the dancing floor to still be full. 

"Wanna buy me a drink?" I said, edging closer. Close up, Peter didn't look that bad. His breath smelled fresh, his dark aura calling me forward. Plus, I wasn't gonna go home without getting laid tonight.

"Sure, why not," he smirked. 

All I remember after that is, his bed was certainly soft.

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