The Three Bros

[38] The Elevator

Molly's POV

"Ryder's in the lead by one glass!" Blaire announces.

I watch as Ryder and Ian chug down glass after glass. It wasn't alcohol if that's that your thinking, it was simply water.

But they had a bet on who could drink more, so here they were.

The challenge was easy, drink and drink. Blaire keeps score, Myles fills up glasses, and Bianca tries to distract Ryder and Ian by making stupid dance moves. I for one, didn't find this appealing.

"They're tied!"

Thanks to Bia, they'd sometimes spit out water, laughing their ass off.

It was rather disgusting, and I'm certain that if Aunt Stacy were to see the disgusted looks of the other people in the restaurant, she'd surely give her two nephews a good spanking.

"Ryder's ahead by one glass!"

I scrunch up my nose in disgust as Ian spits the water in his mouth onto the table, laughing out loud.

"I've just had enough of this," I announce, standing from the table. "If anyone needs me, I'll be in our room." Myles quickly hands me the room key when neither of his brothers needed a refill. "Thank you."

I exit the restaurant, walking up to the nearest elevator. I press the button with the arrow pointing up, patiently waiting for the doors to open up.

Once it does, I walk inside, pressing the button to the highest floor. Just before the elevator doors shut, I surprisingly find Ian running inside. The doors then shut afterward.

"What are you doing here?" I ask, feeling the elevator move up. "Don't you have that chugging contest to deal with?"

Ever since he talked me into writing down that letter, we grew closer. God, he even begged me to help plan out his little "surprise" for Blaire.

"I'd much rather tell you something."

"Hmm," I wasn't actually looking at him, since my vision was right on the screen that showed which floor we were on. We were close to our destination, just one floor higher. "What is it?" I stood in front of the elevator doors, wanting to get out first.

Just as the elevator dinged, indicating that we were here, Ian rushes in front of me, pushing me back until I was pressed up against the wall of the elevator, opposite to the doors. I almost shout, but he pressed his lips to mine.

My eyes widened, but I couldn't see anything besides his forehead, which only made me panic more. Who knows what this psycho could do to me?!

I wiggle in his grasp, but he only presses himself against me, slipping his tongue into my mouth to shush my "mmm!"s. He grabs ahold of my wrists, holding them in one hand as his other one caresses my cheek. Instinctively, I bit on his tongue, hard, making him groan in pain, and pull away.

"I love you, Molls."

Before I even had a chance to slap him, he was yanked away from me. And who was my hero? None other than Ryder Coleman.

Ryder throws a punch in Ian's direction, but pretty boy dodges it.

"What the fuck were you doing?!" Ryder shouts, the elevator doors closing behind him. Party in the elevator?!

"What does it look like, bro?" Ian smirks. "I was kissing her."

I was about to correct him, and say he was molesting me, but Ryder speaks first.