Two Worlds Crossed

Chapter 46

RACHEL

Lauren and I, with other co-workers, get out of the limousine that the company owns for special events like this company opening the club building humorous. I feel like I'm living in the movie star movies.

"This place is amazing," I shout to Lauren while music is blasting through the place loud enough that you can't hear your voice, "I know, you shouldn't see this is place before the company got it. It was a fucking dump," she jokes an I laugh. Lauren wraps her arm around mine and guides me to the VIP area; a bodyguard with broad shoulders and a rugged look on his face stops us, "Name please?" he asks.

Eric Martinez?

The bodyguard looks at his guest list that's he's holding and nods his head, "Okay, you can go in," he says, opens the red velvet rope, and let us in.

...

I continue walking the area, look around, and it's so fancy with long black and leather couches, stalls in front of me with a bunch of trays of different drinks.

"What are drinks on the trays?" I ask Lauren as she takes one of the shot glasses, lifts it to her mouth, and hands me one, "This is vodka," she says, pointing at the second and last tray of drinks, " those are gin and tequila, so drink up," I stare at the glasses, all I can think about is my mom spending hours and money at the bar drinking her life away, but I snap out it quickly when Lauren hands me a shot of vodka, and I lift it to my mouth; I'm not going to let my mom ruin my night of fun.

A while later, once drinking two or more infused in my blood, I already feel my body loosen up as it moves to the beat of the music. People are making out around me, like Lauren kissing some random guy with a snake tattoo on his neck; I need to get out of here; it's making me sick, so I begin to follow people walking out the VIP section.

I continue walking well, trying to walk as my feet feel like bricks walking on concrete; I bump into someone that smells like alcohol but a hint of the mix of wood and citrus; I chuckle because he smells like Ezra, my head feels heavy as looking up, and he looks like him a little besides his crystal green when his eyes are chocolate brown, "Hi, wanna dance," he whispers in my ear, then biting my earlobe a little as he pulls my body close to his, and swings his cold-blooded arms around my hips with his finger slightly lifting my dress up.

I slowly move them back and forth as his fingers graze against my skin, "Wanna come back to my apartment?" he asks. I have no clue what I am doing, but tits like the alcohol have their own when I turn around and press my lips against his. He shoves his tongue down my throat, but stops it, steps back to notice it's not who I thought it was.

"You are not Ezra?" I blurt out.

He chuckles, rubs his stumble chain, "No, I'm not, but I can be whoever you want me to be," he jokes, and I can feel my heart drop when hearing his tone, even with the music blasting, "Umm.." I tuck my tangled hair behind my ear, "I need to go," I yell out and walk from here. As trying to find the restroom, I see the bar with bartenders flipping bottles like clowns in the circus.

I need a drink or something to drown out this wasteful taste of that kiss; I just had, but the bar is so busy with people getting drinks.

"Hey bartender, two beers please?" someone behind asks; I recognize that voice, so I turn around to see Henry with a blonde hair on his hip, "Henryyyy," I yell out, running towards and tackling him. Henry laughed, wrapping his arms around me.

"Hi Rachel, you seem you are having fun," he stutters his words from me, turning around to the bar and lifting a glass of tequila, then seeing his friend leaving. He comes by me, scopes his arm around me, and guides me away from the bar, "Hey! Where are we going?" I whine.

"We are leaving now. Let's get you home," he tells me, signing his bill for his drink, "Okayyy. Who was that girl you were with?" I shout out loud without noticing, and he makes a face that I might yell out loud, "That was my girlfriend, Jennifer," he answers.

...

An hour later, Henry and I finally arrive at my hotel room with me wearing his suit jacket because it's cold outside due to me screaming, "Best Night Ever!" in the sunroof. I'm so drunk that I didn't notice I was doing it until Henry kept pulling me down from it and giving me some water.

"Okay, we are here, so here's your purse and call me if you need anything okay," he tells me; I smile and grab my course from him, "Thank you."

"No problem, goodbye, Rachel," he waves goodbye to me and walks away.

"BYE HENRY," I shout out. Lord, why I am loud... And hungry.

I unlock my room; once I get there, I immediately try to find the hotel room service menu; Eric said they have the best milkshakes ever, so I have to take his opinion. I finally find it on the desk, pick up the phone and dial the phone number.

"Hello, what are you calling for?"

"Hi, I'm calling for room service," I laugh a little when trying to remember my room number, so I get up and open up the door number, "Room 206".

"Okay, what's your name?"

"Put the bill on Eric Martinez's. He's in room 245," I answer. Sorry, Eric.

"You got ma'am, what would you like?" The woman on the other line asks as I look through the delicious food they serve; this has to be the fanciest hotel I have been to with the room service.

"Oh, I would have the cheesy nachos with extra cheese and a large strawberry milkshake," I answer and put back the menu on the table. I hear the woman typing my order on her computer in the other line, "Okay, your food will be there in a bit."

I nod and do my happy dance, "Thank you," I thank her and hang up;  I grab my phone, go on social media to see a fight at a party, and zoom in to notice it's Ezra fighting with someone.

*Ring Ring*

"Hello? Rachel?" he answers, and we continue talking about the fight how Mason wants me, and Ezra didn't like that; he's so Mr. Tough guy.

...

Once I finally take off my dress and continue to talk to Ezra.

"Wanna try something new?" he unexpectedly says, in a breathy tone like he can't catch his style, then he thinks I should tell him when I'm done to my underwear.

What?

"But?" I say with a shock.

"No, but! Just do it," he begs me to do what I am. I and my countless thoughts try to think of what he is doing without looking at it. Suddenly my body feels all hot flashes that I begin to sweat; I feel a tight feeling between my legs.