She smirks at Bridget. “He’s very whiny tonight, isn’t he? He really should just shut up and look pretty over there.” She points her wine glass at me as she stumbles to the side again, her wine sloshing over her glass.
Bridget and Adrian laugh into their drinks as they both grab her arm to steady her.
“How about I put that smart mouth of yours to good use.” My eyes hold hers.
She giggles into her drink. “Maybe you should.”
“What have you girls been doing today anyway?” Adrian asks.
Natasha grabs his arm. “Oh my god Adrian, you won’t believe it. I hardly believe it myself.”
Bridget waves at Natasha and shakes her head to signify silence-she puts her finger to her lips in a sshh signal. Natasha ignores her.
“We had massages today … with happy endings.” She does nods to accentuate her point.
I spit my drink out. “What?” I snap angrily
Bridget and Adrian burst into laughter.
Fury rips through me. “Are you fucking kidding me?” I yell.
She giggles into her glass. “Abbie organised it. It was awesome by the way. His name was Antonio.”
Fucking Abbie. “You had sex with a masseur?” I yell. I’m furious-some dirty masseur had his hands all over her. My skin bristles with jealousy.
She screws up her face and pushes me in the chest. “No, just a massage silly … but I might on my next visit. Who knows what could happen? I’m mixing it up.” She wobbles her head at me and does a bicep curl. “It’s actually pretty fun being bad you know.” She giggles into her glass as she staggers sideways.
My eyes flick to Adrian and Bridget who are killing themselves laughing.
“I think Abbie actually had sex with her masseur,” Bridget leans in and whispers in a very loud voice and the girls laugh again.
“Why am I not surprised?” Adrian says dryly.
“Scrubber,” Natasha smirks.
“Internal?” I snap. I can’t believe this shit.
“Huh?” She questions.
“Did he touch you internally?” I yell as my anger hits a new level.
She smiles cheekily and rolls her eyes dramatically. “Not yet … but who knows what will happen on my next visit? As soon as I work out where a female VIP room is I’m going there too. Aren’t we Didge?” Bridget laughs and nods.
Right, that’s it. I grab her arm. “We are going home now and you and your smartass mouth are going to fucking cop it.”
She giggles as I start to drag her toward the door.
“Joshua … I have to go and tell Simon I am leaving,” she stammers.
I jerk her again. “The only person you need to worry about is me. Get that through that thick head of yours.”
She giggles and goes to run away from me. I grab her and throw her over my shoulder and smack her hard on the ass.
“Behave,” I snap.
“Make me,” she squeals in laughter.
My eyes flick to Ben as I storm toward the door. “Car,” I mouth.
He nods and smirks as he takes out his phone.
I’m hot, so hot I may vomit. Oh god, I feel bad. I blow out a deep breath and rub my face in disgust. I don’t even remember getting home last night … how in the hell did I get home? I put my head back down on the pillow and close my eyes as my head starts to thump. I’m not getting out of bed today. I just feel too sick. A hand slides up my leg and onto my behind, my eyes widen and I jump in shock. I roll over in a rush. I didn’t know I was in bed with someone. Who in the hell am I in bed with?
To my utter relief it is my love.
Joshua is fast asleep and naked next to me … holy shit. I look down in a rush. I’m naked too. Shit. We had sex and I was too bloody drunk to even know about it. What an idiot. I need to do some immediate repair work. I hop out of bed as quietly as I can and tiptoe to the bathroom. My eyes widen at the mirror. Holy crap, I look like total shit. I quickly jump in the shower and start to wash myself double time as I dry-retch. Why do I feel so sick? I don’t even feel like I’ve had sex, not that I would remember what that feels like. I wash my hair, brush my teeth, remove my makeup and exit the shower in three minutes flat. Please let him still be asleep. I head back to the bedroom and thankfully he is. I take off my towel and hop back into bed with him. He feels so warm, so hard. I nuzzle into his chest and cuddle him as I pull the blankets back over us. Being so warm and in his arms again I feel myself relax and doze back into slumber.
I wake gently to the feeling of gentle kisses trailing down over my shoulder. I smile while my eyes still stay closed.
“Morning,” I whisper.
“Morning, Miss Marx,” he whispers as he bends and kisses my neck.
Mmm, that feels good. His hand runs freely up and down my body as he leans on the other one for support.
My eyes open slowly and I look at him. “How did we get home last night?”
He smiles. “You were very drunk so I brought you home and ended up staying with you.”
I smile shyly. “Oh.”
“We didn’t have sex, don’t worry,” he whispers as he kisses my neck again.
Why in the hell would I worry? That is the last thing I would ever worry about. My head drops back to give him better access to me.
I frown. “We didn’t?”
He shakes his head. “No, I didn’t want you to hate me and accuse me of taking advantage of you.”