A Woman Scorned

Part 10

Hot on your trails, Billy followed you to the women's bathroom. When the bathroom attendant chastised him for barging in there, he shot her an irritated glance. "You want to help her puke?" Billy asked pointedly as you ran to the toilet. The attendant put her hands up in the air and moved back, leaving him to take care of you. He pulled your hair back, holding the strands away from your face while you retched.

You groaned, sounding like you were dying.

"I know. It sucks. Just let it out. You'll feel better," he consoled, rubbing your back.

"Didn't... even...drink... so... much... want... to... die..."

He chuckled.

"I'm sorry... don't want you to see me like this..."

"I've seen worse," Billy assured. Serving as long as he had with the guys from his unit, puke was nothing new to him. He flushed the toilet using his foot after you'd finally stopped gagging. After he helped you to the sink and you washed your face and hands thoroughly, he patted your face dry with napkins. There were a bunch of supplies on one corner of the table. Spotting the mouthwash, Billy picked up the bottle, handing the attendant a $50 bill, and brought it to you. You rinsed your mouth while he studied your reflection in the mirror. "You okay?"

You nodded your head 'yes', almost like a child. You were usually so calm and collected around him that it was strange to see you ruffled like this. Actually, it was adorable.

When he saw you close your eyes, he snaked his hand around your waist in case you lost your balance again.

"I want to go home," you mumbled, turning around in his arms.

"I'll take you."

Your eyes were wet and glassy, filled with sleep. You gazed up at him with the dopiest expression on your face and if you hadn't just puked, he would have kissed you. He was used to feeling all kinds of emotions when it came to you, lust, anger, frustration and so much more, but this was the first time he felt a pang of tenderness towards you and he didn't know what to make of it. This wasn't something he was familiar with at all.

"I have to tell Davina. She'll worry."

Smoothing your hair, he tucked in a loose strand behind your ear. "Want to go say bye?"

You nodded your head.

Billy held you in his arms as he led you back upstairs to the club, stopping at one of the bars to grab water for you. He spotted Davina sitting at the booth, talking to some guy, but she stood up immediately when she caught sight of him and you. Billy noted the immediate disapproval on her face. Frankly he didn't give a fuck about what your friends thought of him but he knew how close you were to Davina. Her opinion mattered to you, and so he had to play nice and learn to get along with her.

Davina stood up and met Billy and you halfway, her eyes full of concern. "Are you okay, Y/N?"

"I think I'm done," you sighed. "I want to go home."

"I'll go with you," Davina offered. "Let me just grab Kiran from the dance floor-"

"No, you stay. Have fun with your cute guy."

Billy scowled. Apparently you weren't so drunk that you didn't notice other guys. "I'll take her home," he said, tightening his grip around your waist.

Davina cast him a suspicious glance before shifting his attention back to you. "You don't have to go with him. You look like you're about to pass out."

"I'm not going to rape her when she's asleep if that's what you're worried about," he snapped, trying - and failing - to keep the irritation out of his voice.