His to take

11. Drunk Shenanigans

Charlotte

My eyes widened as I took in the large building whose driveway we were currently entering. My eyes snapped to Nathan and he was already looking at me with a smile that said he was satisfied by my reaction. The valet was waiting to park us so we climbed out directly in front of the door “Still want to come along?” Nathan asked me and because I was more stubborn than a mule, I answered with a solid yes. He looked taken aback for a moment but he recovered quickly and moved out of the way “After you”

“Wow, what a gentleman you are” My voice was dripping sarcasm all over the polished gold floors. I was walking to what I knew would be my doom when I caught sight of the sign that pointed to the bar. The fates were back on my side “First, I need a drink” I say changing trajectory sharply to follow the sign. I heard him laugh and say something that suspiciously sounded like ‘chicken’ under his breath.

Well, you would be a chicken too if you were taken to a fancy hotel that had a reputation for being patronized by billionaires who wanted to cheat on their significant other. I was sliding into a seat on the counter when hands held my waist. I lunged my fists before I thought about it but he was expecting it and moved out of the way easily. “Since you like throwing punches so much, you should learn to throw them properly?” He advised and I growled at him in annoyance “We cannot sit here” He told me

“Why not?” I asked and felt good when I realized his hands were still on my waist. I think I am sexually frustrated

“In case you forgot because we have been playing tag, I happen to own a billion dollar company. I do not get to enjoy privacy unless I pay extra” He explains and I blinked because I had actually forgotten that

“Oh” I say simply and he nods

“Oh” He replied and removes his hands from my waist so he could take my wrist. I am not sure what happened, but I found myself sitting in a VIP section complete with bodyguards and other perks. One of which was the strip club which was underground along with the VIP section. Great.

“What would you like to have?” A lady with heavy make-up wearing a sexy leopard skin swimsuit asked and I blinked at her because I had no idea. What did they serve at the VIP section? All I could actually handle was beer and maybe one or two shots. Anything more than that, and I would be out for the count.

“A sangria please” I say. It was the only fancy thing I could think of. Thank you Ed Sheeran.

“Brandy” He says and the lady nods as she sashays away “I cannot believe you followed me all the way here for an apology”

“I cannot believe you let me follow you all the way here for an apology” I retort and he shrugs then looks unto the floor where a lady in heels the height of my entire legs was twisting on a pole and pulling out parts of her already skimpy outfit.

“Do you think she will get naked?” I wondered and groaned when I realized I said that aloud

“Probably not,” He says “They never do. It is against policy. Although, you could pay for a private performance”

“Thanks,” I tell the lady who was back and was now handing me my drink

“Are you straight?” He asked and I choked on my drink. I grab a napkin and wipe myself as I coughed out the liquid that had gone the wrong way

“You cannot just ask someone that,” I tell him

“Why not?” He asks back and downs his drink in one go. The lady was standing behind him and quickly refills his glass without missing so much as a beat

“Well, because it is impolite”

“I thought you said we were past being polite”

“I did but this is on another level” I cough again and sip my drink in hopes that it will help “Why are you even asking?”

“You seem very interested on what is happening on the stage. I was just wondering” He explains and I realize that I have been staring at the stage for a while

“I just envy them is all. I am not that flexible” I was going to accuse him of doing the same when I realized that he wasn’t. He had barely glanced at the stage since we got here. “Are you gay?” I ask back and he laughs

“No. Definitely not. Why do you ask?”

“Because you have barely looked at the display of boobs and ass on display” He was not even ogling our waitress who was pouring him another drink with her boobs almost spilling out of her costume.

His gaze caught mine and the next words that came out of his mouth made my insides do some funny melting stuff “I have all the view I need right in front of me” The way he said it made me think he was serious but my eyes strayed down and I realized he had worked his way through almost a quarter of the bottle of pure expensive brandy sitting on the table. I felt disappointed when I realized he was probably just drunk and horny

“Sure” I answer failing to hide my disappointment. We sit in companionable silence for the next few minutes. I, watching the display while I drank about three glasses of the best sangria I have ever had. I only stopped when my head started to buzz. He was drinking more ruthlessly. I wondered why the server who kept coming back to refill his glass did not just let him do it himself. I guess it was VIP perks. I felt sorry for her though. She must think he was an ass.

“What?” He suddenly asked and I gasped in question “You have been staring at me Charlotte” He says and I blush then look away

“Do you normally drink so much?” I ask because I could not contain my curiosity

He shook his head, no “I usually stay away from alcohol. Been a shitty few days. The only thing good that happened this week is…” My phone buzzed cutting him off and I checked to see a text from Elizabeth

‘It is getting really late. Where are you? I am worried’ I reply immediately

‘Will be home in a few hrs. Stopped at a bar, a really nyc 1. C U soon’ She replied immediately and I expected her to scream at me but it was just a simple

‘Alright, make sure to keep your location turned on and be safe’

‘Will do’

“Your sister again?” Nathan asked and his voice is more than buzzed. A sexy kind of buzzed.

“I have to go home soon. You are really not going to apologize for kissing me?” I asked

“Nope” He drowns his glass

“Why?”

“Because I am not sorry” He winks sloppily at me and I growled back

“Fine” I took my purse and stood up “I will get my stuff from you tomorrow” I was out of our booth when I realized I did not have his number. “Give me your number,” I say handing him my phone and he looked at my hands for a beat and snickered then went back to his drink. I was pretty sure it was not right to drink up so much alcohol so quickly. Half the bottle was gone.

“Hey” I yell at him and he looked up and frowned at me “Your number”

“Sit down” He tapped the space beside him

“I do not want to”

“You are disobedient. I don’t give disobedient girls my number” He says and my jaw dropped in disbelief. Did he just call me a girl? I decided to forgive him because he was clearly drunk and frankly so was I- if the lightness of my head was any indication

“Just give me your phone,” I ask stretching out my hands and he once again looked at it with no desire to do what I asked. I was sure he was going to ignore me again when he grabbed my wrist and pulled me down. I do not know if it was intentional or if he miscalculated because he was drunk but instead of the space beside him, I ended up on his lap.

“What the hell?” I asked him trying to stand up but even drunk, he was stronger than me and kept me in place then he looked up at me with a small smile

“I cannot apologize for kissing you” He says his eyes brimming with sincerity

“Why?” I ask

“Cause I want to do it again” He answered and my chest expanded sharply before it contracted back as I breathe out slowly “Can I?” He asked as his hands held the back of my neck and I shook my head vigorously.

No way. I was not going to fall for a drunk, horny man’s antiques. No way. “Let go of me” I commanded but my voice held no heat

“Disobedient” He muttered and his arms went back to wrapping themselves around my waist. He sighed softly as he put his head on my chest and unbelievably, his breathing evened out and he drifted. WTF!