Every Last Minute (GXG)

Chapter Eleven - It Followed Me Home; Can We Keep It?

Warning: Alcohol Intoxication 🍺
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Not long after, I find myself in the most ravished club in Copenhagen, I feel like I don't exist anymore. Me and everyone else in the crowd are just one big blob thrashing to the music together. I crash into body after body with reckless abandon.

Finally deciding I had enough of dancing, I miraculously made my way through the crowd and headed for the in-house bar. I put in my order and take up a casual lean on the counter letting my mind wonder...

I don't loathe Annika, nor do I want to force her to love me back. I just need a peaceful and stable life - until my last.

No matter what I try...

I love her, but I lose.

I give up, I lose.

The bartender clears his throat and shoves the vodka at my end. I try for a coy smile and say cheers before sipping my drink.

After a few drinks, I find myself in a happy conversation. I am not drunk. You are not drunk. Thanks, I am not drunk. I try to convince myself.

Oh, look! To my side, I see an incredibly hot woman with an undercut approaching my end. And when she sat, she asked, "You here by yourself?" I smiled politely and answered a lie, "Nope, found myself a friend for the night already." Understanding, she backs away.

Moments later, I toned down my drinking. "Need another drink? You look pretty alone to me..." How lovely, she's back again. Giving me a flirty smile and starting to reach for my hand. I nod wordlessly, fine then. Free drinks equals free shots.

The stranger ends up ordering more shots for me to plunder in. "You are by far the most stunning woman I have ever met." She said.

And I give my fakest smile even when I don't feel like that at all. "Thanks, you look stunning yourself," I replied.

It was then, that I felt another stranger's hand on my hips. She plunks a drink down in front of me. "Take a hint and clear out."

What hell? This is interesting. I thought while downing another glass.

In a blur I see them giving each other a nasty look. "I don't see your name tattooed on her forehead." Says stranger #1, and I shake my head in awe.

"Give me two more revenge shots please," I ordered my favorite vodka and ended up sipping it like tea.

"Maybe my name's tattooed somewhere else. Now piss off." Says stranger #2.

Seemingly joining their convo in my head I answered, You wish. I only have Annika's name tattooed on my ring finger.

"Fuck's sake, whatever. Here's my number, call me when you're done with her."  Stranger no. 1 being not so friendly anymore, said before taking off. And that gained a satisfied laugh from my number two.

She smiles at me over the lip of her glass and takes a slow sip. And I felt a lump in my throat.

Something about the way she's watching me makes me feel hot in all the right places. I down my drinks as quickly as I can and toss some cash on the table.

According to my drunk state, stranger No. 2 is either a serial killer or the hottest woman I've ever talked to.

I lean in closer to her and try to get a better read on what's going on behind her stares. "Looking for something in particular?" She asked.

I cleared my throat and muttered, "How much for one night?" I try my best not to let my desperation show on my face. She gives me a look that's harder to read than usual, and I suddenly realize what I just said. Fuck I'm married.

But in a few, I am rewarded by the stranger's luscious lips twitching into a smile her fingers lightly brushing the back of my hand. "Sex with you must be priceless." She answered while I met her eyes with a nervous gulp and found her smiling at me slightly.

I roll my eyes with a smile and down the rest of my drink before giving her a nod, maybe a little too eagerly. "Alright Number 2, show me what you've got." I see the blurry details of her mouth curving into a sultry smile making my heart pound against my chest, the image of her burned into my eyes.

"After you." She escorted me and we worked our way through the crowd - well mostly her. I was pretty much wasted.

Her car engine ignites and we head towards a familiar street.

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"We're here."

"Kayyy." I recklessly open the car door - "Whoa, careful not to hurt yourself." Number 2 voiced out racing towards me. And with the alcohol taking control of my entirety, which unfortunately includes my mouth - I shamefully brag, "You see Number 2, I'm very rich."

She chuckles low in her throat like I made a very funny joke that I didn't even know I was making.

My speech slurred I continued talking... "Not just wealthy but ultra privileged." Not giving her a chance to talk, "So how come you never see me in tabloids, you ask? As it should. I mean, my wife and I do pay huge money to keep our faces and names off the media. Right! I have a wife... Annika. Yeah, the wife's extremely beautiful but she doesn't know that yet so please don't tell her. I'll pay you extra if you shush- ahh!" Out of nowhere, I end up face-planting on the floor.

I try to get up, but my legs are failing me. On second thought, hmm, this is comfortable. "I'm tired," I say finally giving up.

"What are you doing?" Stranger asked the very obvious and it's getting irritating.

"I want to be one with the floor" In a second tears begin to fall from my cheeks. "I just - just would love to have a person who is loving, responsible, and wine-loving. But I am that person." I hold my breath long and deep before sobbing hard.

"Hey beautiful, breathe! Don't hold it in. And get up, you'll only hurt yourself." She quickly moves to turn on her home lights before returning to my side.

"I - going to rest here now. Don't get in my way" I position myself to sleep in the comforts of the cold floor but a hand makes its way through, "Here, stick close to me."

"OOOOH you're so sweet! Can I keep you?" I latch onto it without hesitation. And I'm tugged to my feet and find myself face-to-face with a stunning woman in blue. Instantly I feel a shiver down my spine.

Now that the house lights are up, I can take in Number 2's beauty properly.

"I swear, you look so much like my lovely wife that it hurts." I sob and chuckle at the same time. I don't know what to feel. The next minute, I feel horny. "But you are not her. So make love to me, please?" I suggested. Rather than answering, she laughs weakly and gives my hand a firm squeeze.

I give her a playful tug. She twitches at the abrupt touch but recovers with a coy smile, "I'd make love with you in a heartbeat. But not tonight. Go to sleep. I'll book a hotel for myself."

Frankly, I'm just emotionally exhausted. I lay on the bed without complaints. She speaks, before tucking me into bed. "I'm so sorry, Isobel. I don't know how but everything is going to be alright." She kissed the top of my head making my heart pound faster.

"Annika, stay. Don't leave me." I mumbled before losing myself to sleep.

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AN: Yes, wifey Annika didn't make the same mistake as she did the first time Belle walked away from her. This time, she ran after her 😭