Her Absolution

Chapter 25

Ashton Pov:

    Still in the VIP Section of the club, I watch Nat moving from the tables to the bar on the first floor. I know she is attracted but I don't see her like that anymore. She's wearing her uniform, tight, and revealing. It makes her show off her body, makes the male population go crazy for her. But nothing, I'm not seeing her like that. Apparently, I don't anymore. Not waiting for the end of her shift I go to the dance floor, to find my next fling. 

    I told the guys that if I don't come back to take an Uber back home but to at least text me that they left. They answer with okay and to do the same. The waitresses at our table wasn't cutting it for me either, but the guys were eating her up with their eyes. Maybe since I practically know everyone that works here and already had s*x with them, it's that I don't react to their flirting and antics to try to have s*x with me again. 

    I don't see any girl or woman that attracts me on the dance floor. Still, I dance and grope with almost all of them but nothing. My d**k is not getting hard or even reacting to them. God, what is happening to me? Making my way to a girl with a nice rack and a white tight short dress. I started dancing with her, really close. My hands all over her body until they stop at her hips. Her back is on my chest, and I move us to the music. We stay like that for a minute then I turn her. We are still dancing, my hands on her hips, and her hands around my neck. Sometimes her hands go through my hair and grips it. I looked down at my pants and it's still lifeless. 

    The song ends and I move away from her going to the bar. I order another beer and two shots of tequila. The bartender comes with my drinks and leaves to attend other customers. I take one shot and drink it and do the same to the other one. I take the beer and drink it quite fast. I order five more shots and down them in one go, too fast. I start feeling getting tipsy. Three beers, and 10 shots in the system gets you like this. I feel a hand on my shoulder and a voice in my ear.

    "Take it easy Ashton. When I have my way with you I don't want you drunk." I move my head to the left and see Nat giving me a smile. "You know what let's go." Taking my wallet out I look for money to pay for my drinks. I left enough for even a huge tip, right now not even caring how much I left. 

    I take Nat's hand and go to the employees locker room. I've been here before and had s*x with her. Once in the room I push her against the wall and start kissing her fast, and hungrily. She responds with the same force and presses me more to her with her hands on my hips. This feels weird. I keep kissing her lips. Wanting to take a breath I move to her neck. She moans from my kisses and grips my hair. "f**k me Ashton."

    She keeps pleading and moaning for me to f**k her now, but I don't, wanting to take my time. I give her butterflies kisses on her neck and go down to her collarbone, and kiss and suck there. Flashes of me and Autumn in the locker room making out comes to me. Of me kissing Autumn in the same spot. s**t. I stop and look down, already knowing the answer to why my d**k is hard. It's not because of Nat but for Autumn. 

    The thoughts of doing this to her again. I'm taking deep breaths. Nat is still moving her hands all over my body, that's when I realize that I don't have my shirt on. I don't even remember if I took it off or if Nat did. I took my lips to her and like before kiss her fast but it's not doing anything. I don't feel anything. "Stop." I look at Nat and she looks at me.

    "What is going on Ashton? Don't you want to f**k me? Because it seems that you’re not into it." I step away from her, our bodies no longer pressed together. I sit in one of the benches there. Nat is just standing there looking at me. "I really want to f**k you, Nat. I guess I'm not in the same head space, sorry." She chuckles at me and puts her hands on her hips. "Well, then. When you are in the you're right mind and want to have s*x, you know where to find me."

    After saying that she opens the door and looks at me one more time. I can see anger in her eyes and then she leaves slamming the door. I put my hands in my face; "Fuck." This can't be happening. I'm a freaking 17-year-old, a teenager. How can my d**k act this way? I look to the middle of my pants again and see that my d**k is already slumber. I take my phone out and see that I had texts from Kenneth and Marcus.

Marcus: Left with a blonde.

Kenneth: Ash, I struck out. No luck to me. That bastard Marcus definitely has game. He left with a hot blonde.

Kenneth: Dude, couldn't find you, so I left. I guess you got lucky with Nat. See you tomorrow.

    Great. They already left. Whatever I was the one who told them to leave. I texted them back, saying that I will see them tomorrow. I'm not in the mood to go home, I know dad will be waiting for me. Leaving the employees locker room I head to the bar again. And order more drinks, tequila shots to be precise. I don't see Nat anywhere; she most have left already. I drink the shots and order more. I am definitely getting drunk and it's a Monday night. The bartender brings all my orders. 

    Two hours later he stopped giving me drinks and it's currently trying to get me to leave because of how drunk I am. But I don't let him, I want to f*****g drink. To stop thinking for a few hours. The bartender who's name I found out is David has been asking for my phone to call someone to come get me, but I haven't really been paying attention to him. When I don't see that he is looking I start searching at the counter for a drink, but I don't see any. I put my head on the bar counter and close my eyes. I had to much tequila shots. 

    Next thing I know someone is trying to wake me up. I groan to the person that is waking me up, probably David again. "David let me rest here for a few more minutes." I open my eyes and see no one there. Good, he got my message. "I told you he was wasted." Huh, his talking to someone. "How much did he drink?" Who is he talking to? 

    I hear some papers being shuffled and some voices whispering. I lift my head to the direction of where the voices are coming. I know that voice. I open my eyes and see David in front of me talking to someone on my right. I turn to see who it is. All I see is long black hair. Hmm, beautiful. Who is that? I smudge my eyes to see better because I'm seeing blurry things. I hear them talking some more. From what I can make out with my blurry vision the person with the long black hair is hot. I lick my lips seeing her perfect round ass. 

    "Who are you?" David and the figure with long black hair stop talking. The figure turns to me and gives me a scolding look. One of her hands is on her hips and the other is ruffling her hair. She has the most beautiful green eyes I have ever seen. "Leave it to you to get wasted and forget who I am. Come on, playboy." She moves closer to me and tries to get me down from the chair but it's not working. I weight more than her, she sighs and looks at me.

    "I really want to kill you right now. Can you help me take him to my car, please?" The question isn't to me but to David. He gives her a pitiful look and then to me. Ugh, he is too judgy. I put my head again on the bar and close my eyes. "No, you don't. Wake up Ashton." Her voice is soft and gentle, but I can still hear the desperation in it. 

    She knows me, so that must mean I know her. But I don't remember her. David comes and gets me down the chair. They move me out of the bar and out of the club. "If you want to vomit, do it now. You will not vomit in my car." I wasn't even feeling nauseous, just a little queasy. But the more I walk and move the more I could feel myself wanting to vomit. I let go of them taking a few steps and vomit on the floor. All the alcohol that I drank leaving my stomach and going to the floor. 

    "Better now than later." I can feel her moving to me and patting my back slowly. Her hand is going in circles, soothing me. "Why did you drink so much?" Now that I feel a lot better, I can make her out more. The blurry leaving and my vision getting better. What is she doing here? How the f**k did she get here? "What are you doing here?" I hear a sight and her hand stop on my back. She doesn't answer me.

    David comes to me, helping her getting me to her car. She walks a few steps in front of us. "Did you call her?" I turn my head to look at him. "Yeah, dude. You're wasted and you didn't want to leave." I look ahead at her back. "But why her?"

    From the corner of my eye I can see him looking at me with a surprised face. Then he starts laughing lowly. What's to laugh about? "Dude you kept asking me to call her. To call only her. That you wanted her to come. You don't remember?" No, I don't. But I wouldn't doubt it, after all I'm drunk, and she has been invading my mind and thoughts. 

    I don't respond to his question and keep walking to her car. I can't believe I was asking for her. She has totally consume my life. We stop walking and see in front of us a red car. She unlocks it and gets in, starting the car. "Thanks for helping me David." She gives him a genuine smile. "Anything for you munchkin." Munchkin? Do they know each other? 

    "Yeah, thanks David." My voice a little rough and low, annoyed. I go to the passenger side and open the door. I see them talking and get in the car. She gives him a hug and gets in the car too. When I look back at David he is going back to the club with his hands in his pockets. "You know him?" I ask her while my eyes are close, too tired to see her reaction. 

    "Not that it's any of your business but yes, I know David." I feel her driving and getting out of the club's parking lot. "How?" Silence, there is complete silence in the car. There is no escaping my question since we are in a small space. I don't want to pressure her but the need to know about how they know each other is stronger. 

    "Is that what you want to know Ashton? Fine then I answer your question and you answer mine." Not wasting any time on thinking about what she said. "Deal." I don't even think of what her question might be. "David is a friend of my brother. Satisfied?" s**t, how can I be so dumb? Of course it's a family friend. 

    "Ask away." This time I open my eyes and see her, clearly. She's driving but turns in my direction and sees me for two seconds. "Why did you get drunk?" I sight and sit properly not feeling drunk anymore or its effects. "Because of you." 

    I hear a low chuckle. "Me? Why?" I open my mouth, but nothing comes out. I close it and look at her, she is wearing a black legging with a white crop top. She most have put on the closest clothes she could find. She looks sexy, and it's the middle of the freaking night anything could have happen to her. I'm an imbecile. "Where are you taking me? Not my house right?" She looks at me again as I ask her this. 

  "No, dummy. And I'm not my house either. Mom will kill me. Don't worry, it's a safe place. Now answer my question we have a deal." She is right but how can I tell her why I was drinking because of her. I see that she is driving out of town, where is she taking me? Is she going to kill me? I hope not.

    "Because I can't stop thinking about you. You invade my mind and my life like a freaking storm." I feel a little relief telling her. "I do? Stop playing games Ashton." I shake my head and look outside the window. They are trees now; I think I know where she's taking me. 

    " I'm not playing games. Ever since you came into my life all I do is think about you. The way you bite your lip when you're thinking too much, or are extremely horny. Of how you smile at your friends. How you get bother when one of your hair strands gets out of your ponytail. How you laugh lowly hiding your real one. I can't stop thinking about you or your eyes or how you captivate me with just being you. I mean I wanted to get laid tonight an all I kept thinking is that I want to f**k you, only you. I want to have you under me, moaning my name, screaming with me giving you pleasure. How I want to f*****g kiss those lips right now until I'm out of breath."

    I exhale and inhale trying to calm down. I was talking like a rambling, crazy person. She's still driving but she doesn't turn to me or says anything. Silence, complete silence surround us. I f**k it up, but I had to tell her. This is killing me. She is making me crazy not only my mind but my body too. My body is reacting to her and no one else. Like it knows that it only wants her. I can feel my heart beating fast waiting for her answer or a reaction from her. 

"You make me crazy, Autumn."