Overthrown

Chapter 29

I open my eyes and I am underwater. I can see Jason staring down at me from above holding my shoulders underneath the surface. My body is thrashing as I try to break free. My nails claw into his hands but he just laughs as I fight back. All of a sudden, the weight holding me down disappears as I throw myself out of the water.

Gasping for air as I cough out the liquid in my chest. Quickly looking around but there is no one here. I'm alone. Looking to the empty decanter and glass on the ledge, I must have passed out in the bathtub, probably not my smartest move. Pulling the plug allowing the cold water to drain and slowly climbing out. I can see the sun begin to leak through the sheer white curtains. I dry off and wander into the closet for something to wear. Looking at the rows of lingerie and sexy sleepwear that I'll never wear for him again. I turn back to Nikolai's half empty side, grabbing one of his dress shirts from a hanger and throwing on a pair of underwear before going back to bed.

As I climb into bed, I make my way across to the other side. His side. His scent is long gone but I can't stop myself from pressing my face into the pillow and inhaling. "What the fuck is wrong with me? He left me to be with a fucking stripper?!" I exclaim as I realize I simply can not be sober right now. A random thought comes to mind, I reach over to his nightstand and sure enough a bottle of vodka lies in the bottom drawer.

"Bingo."

I lie here sipping the vodka trying to erase all memories of Nikolai from my mind. Time ticks by as I stare at the art on the wall in front of me. The drunker I get the more the abstract imagery morphs. There is someone pounding at the door but I don't move. I simply continue to gaze at the black and white lines painted on the canvas. Whoever is at the door is jiggling the handle but it is locked. Once again not moving; I sit motionless, unfazed from the liquor coursing through me.

SMASH! The wood splinters as the double doors leading into the room are kicked in. I don't flinch, part of me wishes it's Jason coming to end my life. They are pushed in revealing Andre, his chest heaves as he catches his breath. His eyes dart around the room until they meet mine. I am still lying in bed cradling my pillow holding an empty bottle of vodka. His face flashes from concern, to relief, to anger.

"What the fuck, Mitch?! There's bloody footprints all over the house, I thought you were dead in here!" I giggle quietly to myself at the idea, that'd be nice. "What? You think this is funny?!" Still yelling but I don't care, I am far too drunk to give a fuck. "Can I help you?" I slur out. Shit, I didn't think I'd sound that drunk.

Oh well.

"Ugh yeah actually, you can help me. I'm looking for Mitch. She's about 5'4", tattooed, perpetually pissed off. She was supposed to meet me to train but didn't show. Maybe you've seen her." He barks out sarcastically. Laughing again inappropriately clapping my hands together before chuckling out. "That's a pretty accurate description. Bravo!"

"Mitch, it's nine-thirty in the morning! Why the fuck are you drunk?"

"Well you see, funny story actually. I came in here after smashing his vodka across the living room wall because I thought it would make me feel better. Fun fact it didn't, hence my bloody footprints. Then I drank an entire bottle of bourbon last night and passed out in the bathtub. Almost drowned. Wouldn't recommend it. Woke up came in here and realized, today is just not the day to be sober. But I didn't have any more liquor and didn't feel like going downstairs undressed. You know how there are prying eyes everywhere. Soooooo, I thought hmmm, I bet Nikolai being the sexy ass Russian man that he is might have a hidden bottle of vodka in here somewhere. And BINGO!! Here we are!" I declare with a smile as I throw my arms in the air. I try to catch my breath, laughing after my long winded explanation of the night's events.

Pinching the bridge of his nose, he looks up at me. God, he looks like Nikolai when he does that, bringing my bottom lip between my teeth. My eyes scanning down him, he must have changed after he realized I wasn't showing for our session. His suit isn't as nice as Nikolai's, but damn did he look good in it. He notices the way I am looking at him and a little bit of confusion flickers across his face. He walks towards me slowly until reaching the side of the bed. Prying the empty bottle and pillows from my arms before peeling the covers back. He freezes for a second as his eyes involuntarily rake up and down my body. I'm still wearing Nikolai's dress shirt casually buttoned only once in the middle. I sit up on to my knees facing him, inching my body closer to his. He takes his hand and cups my face, lifting my chin to look at him.

Just like Nikolai.

"Talk to me. Please." His blue eyes pleading with me in an all too familiar way. Staring into his eyes, I notice just how much they match Nikolai's. I can't stop myself, I smash my lips against his as I throw my body into his chest. He's caught off guard and he doesn't kiss back. Looking up into his eyes through my lashes, his eyes say it all, he wants me. This time as I lean in, I press my lips against his softer and he accepts. His hands making their way to my hips closing the remaining distance between us. His hard chest pressing firmly against mine. His tongue traces my lips for a brief second, he inhales as he is about to deepen the kiss when he jerks his face away abruptly, leaving me kneeling there with my mouth hanging open.

"Mitch, what's going on? What was that phone call about yesterday? You just storm out. Now you're in here getting shit faced by yourself looking like you want to rip my clothes off. Just talk to me. I can't help you if you won't tell me what the fuck is going on!" His words are caring, he really does want to help me but that isn't what I want right now. I don't want anyone's help ever again. I sit in silence and finally he throws his arms down in frustration. "Since you don't want to do this the easy way, we are going to do this the hard way." He shoves his hands underneath me before snatching me up off the bed and walking me into the bathroom.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!" I shout trying to jump out of his grip but he simply tightens down. He drops me hard against the tile floor of the shower and turns the faucet on cold. Freezing water flushes over me and I immediately cringe. The wet shirt clings to my body leaving me more exposed than before. Staring up at Andre, a hint of lust is apparent in his eyes but he storms out barking. "You reek of vodka, sober up. You have a training session in one hour."