1 Prologue

I know it was too hard to keep a secret from your bestfriend because you know that something doesn't co-insight from what you wanted to happen.

It was a little bit dim inside the disco bar. Only the red, blue and colorful spotlight is the only thing that helps you to see what you are looking for.

I dance so sweetly, swaying my hips like a pro sexy dancer. I don't mind if it's only me who dance like this. All I wanted was to enjoy and escape from this fucking feeling I endure right now even all eyes are at me.

Glass of tequila on my right hand raising up and my left hand was busy roaming my body. I sip from my drink as I sarcastically smile. Who would thought that a brusco man like me is hiding behind a red tube above the knee dress paired with black stiletto and a man wearing long black wig and finest make up because of the fact that he was hurt?

Hurt by his bestfriend.