The next thing she knew, one firm hand held her waist and another hand tried to clear her face from the locks of her hair. “Are you done?” He said with a slight hint of irritation.
Of course, this was not what he was expecting this night would be. He came out here to treat his men. He told himself that he would just have two drinks and excused himself to go back to his place.
Now, he had to babysit this drunk attractive woman wrapped around his arms. Not exactly what he had in mind.
“Will you take me home now?” She could not care about how he felt. What mattered to her was what she was feeling right now. The small contact that his hands were creating to her senses was making her excited and alive.
“Where are you staying? I’ll take you home.” He offered, he lightly tapped her shoulder, trying to get her attention.
She found it hard to stand on her own so she leaned her body to his length. The connection was bringing good sensations in every part it made contact with and she did not intend to lose it. She stretched her body to reach the side of his face and whispered to his ears. “With you.”
She started nibbling at the side of his neck, just below his ears. “Stop.” He grabbed her shoulders and put a space between them.
“Stop fooling around.” He was starting to regret rescuing this woman from that asshole, but he knew it would not sit well in his conscience if he allowed something bad to happen to her.
Well, it was not helping that her seduction was working on him. After all, he was still a man. Despite his strong self-control, he was finding it hard to resist her temptation.
“I want to go home with you.” She said with conviction while slurring. He realized that she was quite drunk as he held her upright so he could not just leave her in the street to fend for herself.
He could see that his two men were already looking at him curiously. They were already seated at the car parked just a few meters away from him, waiting for him to leave, so they could trail behind him.
Feeling that he had no choice, he walked her to his car and deposited her in the passenger seat.
Walking on the driver’s side, he entered his car and stared at his hands on the stirring wheel. He finally gazed at the girl seating slightly dazed opposite to him, debating what to do with her.
“Put on your seatbelt and tell me where you live.” He asked again, waiting patiently.
She fumbled with the seatbelt unsuccessfully. “I’m not from around here so you have no choice but to take me home with you.” She uttered, trying to be seductive, but failing miserably.
“I have no time for this. Where are you staying?” He asked again, getting a bit exasperated when she ignored his question.
She twisted her body and propped towards him, landing her right hand on his chest. “I want you.” She leaned forward and attempted to kiss him, but she slumped down on his chest before her lips touched his. She murmured something that he could not understand before everything was silent.
He did not expect what happened next. Why did he felt disappointed that the kiss did not happen?
A few seconds later, she started snoring lightly. “Just great. Real nice.” He muttered to himself. He scooped her upper body to her seat and fixed her seatbelt.
He suddenly realized that he got too close for comfort. He could smell her lingering delicious scent. He could see up close her beautiful luscious lips, which he almost tasted as his mind reminded him.
It was doing something to him that he did not want to analyze at this moment, but he was confused as hell.
He started the car’s engine and went on his way. He just knew that this was going to be a long night for him.
When he went out to grab a drink with his crew, he was not expecting to get a stray back home. A beautiful stray at that, but big trouble no doubt.
He should have stayed in his hotel room like he originally intended, but the men deserved a treat after their hard work. When they insisted that he joined them tonight, he found it hard to refuse.
When he saw one of his men gave her a drink, he knew he had to step in or else, this woman was in for a rough ride. Although he could trust Sebastian when it comes to his work, he had heard a lot about him when it came to women, and in his opinion, he was bad news.
“Now, what should I do with you?” He whispered as he stared at the girl he just took home with him.
He never was into a one-night stand. He had too much respect for women to use them or objectify them in a demeaning way. He was no saint neither was he a monster. During his younger years, he did have his fair share of relationships, but he was always serious in his relationship.
Then, he fell in love, unfortunately, the woman in question did not felt the same way. Now, here he was mending his broken heart because he had to learn to accept that she belonged with someone else.
He grabbed a drink from the minibar and poured himself a scotch. His nightly routine, his way of drowning his sorrow and making himself forget about her.
After his second glass, he poured another one and moved to the armchair in the lounge area. Looking at the amber liquid in his hands, his eyes wandered to the woman stretched on the sofa adjacent to him.
“Who are you?” He questioned more to himself, knowing that the girl was not in any condition to talk to him.
Watching the sleeping form on the sofa, he wondered what had brought her to the club alone. Why was she trying to get herself drunk? Was she trying to drown her sorrow too, just like him?
He knew he needed to stop thinking about her. There was no point in doing so. Tomorrow morning, he would be sending her on her way, and he had no plan to get to know her. He had enough of getting involved with a woman who had too much baggage.
He wanted to focus on his career, to build his name in the industry because of his accomplishment. Not simply be known because of his bloodline. He had worked very hard to get to this point of his life and another disastrous relationship would only be distracting him again from his goal.
The girl stirred from her troubling sleep. She was having some sort of an internal struggle. A bad dream perhaps. Her brow furrowed and soft whimpers escaped her lips.
He drank the remainder of his drink and kneeled beside her. He realized that he was beginning to get curious about what was going on in her mind at that moment. What was causing her to have this unsettling dream? Was it about her family, her job, or someone perhaps?
He was a bit intoxicated but he believed that he could still think coherently. He touched her hair that was scattered around her face, moving it aside so he could have a full view of her beauty. He caressed her creased forehead down to her beautiful smooth hair hoping to calm her down and removed her worries.
He started tracing his fingers in her chin, then back to her cheeks. It was flawless, soft, and fair, a contrast to his tan-colored skin. Her nose was dainty, perfectly proportioned to her cheekbones. She certainly looked young and innocent at his angle.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.
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