Magic Ball: the Billionaire in Ranch

52 Unexpected Similarities

“I think that’s enough drinking for you, Reese,” Diana muffled her friend’s mouth, a pinkish blush lining her nose, “sorry, everyone,” an apologetic smile plastered on her face.

Andy waved in dismissal, “No worries,” he said in Italian too which Diana had immediately acknowledged.

In front of Reese and Diana, Lillian had her chin placed on top of her palms. She sighed while Jason shrugged his shoulders.

“She had always been like this,” Lillian said, the embarrassment and disappointment obvious on her face.

Their father smiled amidst what Lillian had said, “Give your sister a break. We’re here to enjoy ourselves, after all.”

Mike on the far corner agreed and said, “You’re right, Mr. Jason. Let your daughter drink what she likes.

Reese said something, her voice muffled by Diana’s hand.

Diana removed her hands from Reese’s mouth, “Sorry. I forgot.”

Reese’s eyes, on the other hand, glared at her friend, “Yeah. So much for being friends.”

Diana laughed a little, “Now, now. She took the bottle of wine and poured the liquid on Reese’s glass.”

“Here you go. I’m happy to serve you.”

“You should be,” Reese teased as he sipped from her wine glass, “I have brought you immense joy by bringing you here,” now, she sounded as if she was from a British Royal Family.

Everyone laughed a little at her fake British accent.

Noah amusingly looked at the little family at the end of the table. And of course, his eyes lingered on Diana laughing the entire time Reese impersonated some famous British actors and actresses.

The night ended joyfully for every one of them.

Noah and the boys planned on going to another bar while Jason and Thomas headed home to their hotel rooms.

“How about you?” Noah asked the girls. “Would you like to join us?”

His eyes caught Diana’s, and it was becoming irritating now.

He couldn’t count anymore how many times they’ve looked at each other for the past hour or so.

Lillian, as usual, looked as if she was still thinking about it.

Reese on the hand was as enthusiastic as she’ll ever be, “I can still go on another round,” she said in her fake British accent.

“We can hail a cab home,” Lillian said. “And I think our hotel’s just near you guys?”

“Oh, really?” Mike asked as he brought out his phone to check on their location, “what’s the name of your hotel.

Lillian told him as she checked whether Reese wasn’t bluffing that she can still go on for the night.

“Looks like you’re right,” turning his phone to Lillian, Mike smiled, “it’s beside our hotel,” he said in that thick Italian accent of his.

Wynn nodded, “We could let you ride with us.”

“Would we still fit?” Diana inquired.

Nancy was beside them, and she nodded, “Don’t worry about that. Noah bought his twelve-seater van.”

Lillian hummed, “Then I guess…” she lingered a stare on her excited sister one more time. “But if Reese begins to vomit all over the place, don’t tell me I didn’t warn you on her spree.”

Fitch chuckled, “We’d have to borrow some bucket from the bar,”

“What for?” Nancy raised one eyebrow at him.

“To have Reese vomit inside of it instead of vomiting all over the place.”

“Sounds like a solid plan,” Noah let out a laugh.

Diana looped her hand on Reese’s, “I have your back,” she said to a sober Reese.

“I need more drinks, so shall we proceed now?”

Noah led them to his van, and when everyone was already settled nicely inside, he began driving to a bar s***h nightclub who is famous for their VIP corners.

“Would you like to go to VIP?” Mike asked. “I have a few cash left for one,”

Noah dismissed the idea as he parked and turned off the engine of the vehicle.

“I’d do it,” he insisted as he unbuckled his seatbelt, and everyone was getting ready of getting out.

“It’s always you!” Andy yelled from the back seat. “Let us pay. You’ve been generous for the past weeks.”

“Get it on already! I want to leave.” Reese shouted faintly as Diana hushed her and Lillian running down a hand on her face.

“Make her shut her mouth, Di,” Lillian was the first one to open the door and step outside of the van, “or else she’d end up offending people again.”

Diana flashed her a smile, and Lillian didn’t like it.

She remembered she was friends with her little sister, and that meant the both of them are vibing in some aspects of their lives.

“I’d have her sealed inside a bathroom,”

Raising one eyebrow, Reese said, “I’d break the damn door. No one can take away my freedom!”

“Everyone ready?” Wynn said as he closed the doors of the van.

Everyone followed him suit inside the club, the music basts blasted their eardrums, the DJ shouting for the crowd to bounce with him.

The music resounded like a bomb inside their heart.

“We’ll be heading on the bar counter,” Andy pointed his index finger toward the bar on the far corner next to the dance area of the club.

Noah nodded as he couldn’t bring himself to talk anymore. The noise was really all over the place, and he feared they couldn’t hear each other anymore.

“Let’s go!” Wynn pulled Nancy who looked bewildered to where they’re heading.

“Where are we going, you i***t?!”

“Following Andy and Mike,” he said as he jerked his head toward their direction.

“Oh, we’re coming with them?” Nancy asked.

Mike rolled his eyes, “Come now,” he said as he took Nancy’s other hand. “You’re our little sister for the night, therefore, we need to protect you at all cost!” his eyes fleeted next to a stranger who kept eyeing at Nancy’s behind.

The four of them headed straight to the bar counter.

Lillian, Fitch, Reese, Diana, and Noah was left standing in the middle of the dance floor.

“Now, what do we do?” Lillian asked. “Should we just dance to… that?” she said, pertaining to the music ahead.

“No, sister. I think I’m—” Reese began to heave. She sucked in some air as if she’s about to vomit—

“Oh, no you don’t!” as fast as lightning, Lillian hauled her out of the crowd.

“I better help them—!” Fitch shouted at the people who didn’t want to get out of the way as Lillian dragged her sister away from them.

Noah heard Fitch’s shouting, “Move away if you don’t want the vomit to get on your clothing—no, Reese! Stop!”

Lillian groaned and hauled her arms, pulling her as fast as she can, Reese’s hand covering her mouth to prevent her vomit from leaking inside of her mouth.

“What should I do?” Diana panicked for a second. “Should I head to the bathroom, too?” she said to no one in particular.

Then, her cerulean-blue eyes fixed on Noah’s bewildered face.

They stood beside each other in silence.

Noah coughed a bit as the crowd squeezed in on them, the music getting louder and louder, the beat changing fast.

Diana yelped as a man bumped him on the hip.

Instinctively, Noah masked his face—he was now emotionless as he wrapped his arm over Diana’s shoulder and moved her out from the man’s risk.

The man looked apologetic when he saw that Noah didn’t remove his stare from.

Diana held on his collar, and she was too afraid the crowd would sweep her away again.

Noah let go of her immediately, but he looked again when he felt his hem being pulled lightly.

The blush spread all over Diana’s face, “Uhm, I might get swept away again.” She didn’t look at Noah, but it was obvious that she was getting embarrassed.

Noah couldn’t move. He didn’t know why he felt giddy at what Diana had said.

Sighing deeply, he said after a few seconds, “Then, shall we head to the bar counter?”

Diana nodded immediately as the people squished and bumped them with each other.

When they reached the counter, all seats were already occupied, Mike, Andy, Nancy, and Wynn in a deep conversation with each other.

“How about the table over there?” Diana pointed next to the empty table near the bar counter.

Noah nodded and led the way.

He pulled a seat for Diana, and she mumbled her thanks.

“Finally we managed to get away from the crowd!” she sighed.

Noah smiled a bit.

The woman looked really relieved from what he had observed, “What do you want to drink?” Noah said as he looked at the menu in his hands.

Diana’s phone rang a few times, and she scrambled to get a hold of her gadget. Her eyes moved from left to write as she read the text message she had received.

“It’s from Lillian,” she said.

Then, her mouth turned into a thin line, “She said Fitch will drive them home.”

“Oh,” Noah said, remembering he had given Fitch his car key earlier.

“They left me,” she said. “Should I head home?” her doe-like eyes looked at fleeted to Noah for a second.

“Let’s wait for Fitch to come back, and then I’ll escort you home.”

Diana hummed. “Sure,” she kept her eyes down, the music finally becoming slow, more like an RnB from the likes of its tune.

“By the way, about what Reese said earlier…”

Diana chuckled from remembering what happened, “You mean what she was about to say earlier?”

Noah gave a curt nod, “Yes, that…”

“It’s about my father.”

“If it’s something you’re not comfortable to share—”

Diana cut him off, “No. It’s just that my father also runs a ranch such yours.” She smiled before drinking the beer a waiter placed on their table.

Noah couldn’t speak for a second. He didn’t know why, but that particular similarity among them made him curious about her life.