The figure was getting real close. I has to rub my eye lids. It was Daniel alright. The buzz kill, party pooper.
I went back to my stool placed my head on the table.
“It’s one am in the morning Ariel. You’ve had more than enough to drink. Let’s go.”
He tried to lift me up. I slapped him hard before shoving him away.
“Leave me alone!”
I thundered and went back to resting.
“Wait, you called me Ariel. Twice.”
I smiled to myself and truly, my first name sounded better than Miss Carter.
“Don’t ever call me Miss Carter again.”
I commanded weakly. He chuckled and sat close to me.
“Go back to the room if you aren’t ready to party.”
“I’m your bodyguard. I have to stay at all times.”
“Of course. That’s the only reason you’re here then.”
“Ariel, this isn’t healthy. Why are you drinking anyways?”
“I don’t know.”
I respond truthfully.
“I just want to feel numb for a little while. Void, you get what I’m saying Daniel?”
Surprisingly, he nods his head and exhales.
“So, drunken Ariel is a lot more open than your regular so I’m going to take a leap here and ask a question that’s been on my mind for a while now.”
“Alright, ask away. I’m open as a book.”
I purred, I heard him exhale once again.
“Your mom, how did she die?”
I slurred out and sniffled.
I called out remembering how the officers had come over that day. I shut my eyes missing the burning feeling at the back of my throat caused by alcohol.
“Get me a bottle. That’s am order Daniel.”
He groans but stands up and pours me a drink.
I gave him a thumbs up.
“Any other questions?”
I asked giggling like a five year old.
“Shawn. Do you love him?”
I freeze momentarily. That’s a very weird question to ask considering am drunk.
“I don’t know.”
I chirp truthfully.
“How can you not know?”
“Do you love your wife?”
I ask with a giggle.
“We’re not talking about my wife.”
It ways did baffle me why he spoke of her in the third person. I shrugged it off carefully pushing my wine away and faced him thoroughly.
“How do you know if you love someone?”
I changed the topic stylishly.
“Well, I don’t know. I guess you just do.”
“Come on Mr Oliver. Give me something.”
I demanded locking my eyes on him.
“Well, I guess you’ll know. There’s just the burning sensation you get. The fire that can’t be quench and the more you try to avoid it, the harder it gets.”
For a second there, I noticed something in his eyes. They flickered to my lips and back on. I didn’t think, maybe the alcohol Gave me a boost or this was me giving into my desires. Nevertheless, I closed the distance between us and captured his lips.
I expected a shove or a complain. Instead, I heard a low groan at the back of his throat right before he kissed me back. I got off my chair seating on his laps rubbing myself against his crotch and straddling him. For some reason, it felt really good.
He cupped my cheeks kissing me deeper, I can’t put everything on the alcohol. This is just too good. He wraps his arms around my body and carefully lifts me up towards the stairs. I’m literally lost in the wide sensation, it feels like I’m going to explode anything soon. I don’t care really, I’ll come back wanting more. I just want more.
Hot, steamy, spicy😋❤️
She didn’t ask of his imaginary wife.
I wonder how she’ll react to that made up lie.
Read on. Find out.
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