𝘼𝙉𝘼𝙍𝘾𝙃𝙔🎸⚡️

THREE

HOBIE'S POV

"What a cunt." I commented before downin' my 5th shot. "The lad needs a little correctin', don't ya think?"

I heard her snifflin', then I looked over and she was cryin'.

"Oi, 's no use cryin' over a loser like that, come on now." I rubbed her back.

Miles walked over laughin'."Pav and Gwen are doing karaoke– who's she?"

"Just a little friend I made. Say..order an Uber to the nearest hotel would ya?"

"Hotel?" Miles tilted his head.

"She's drunk off her arse, probably no way to get home. Don't want her gettin' picked up by the wrong guys. I'll book her a room and I'll be back before Miguel can throw his little tantrums." I continued rubbing her back..

She clung to me, crying into my vest.

Miles pulled his phone out and tapped it a few times. "The Uber's arriving in 10 minutes."

I grinned. "Thanks fam."

"Are you drunk?"

"Just a little."

He smiled and sighed. "Just get back here, okay?"

"Yeah yeah." I waved him off as he walked away.

"Hey love.."

She looked up at me with a tear stained face.

"Aw..stop cryin' over that loser." I cupped her face with one hand and wiped a tear way. "I promise he's not worth your time."

She hummed and leaned into me.

Other than booze, she smelled quite lovely.

"I'm gettin' an Uber, and takin' you to a nice hotel for the night, that's a'right?"

She nodded.

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After bookin' a room for Sasha, I carried her on my back to the room.

I gently laid her down, she was knocked out.

I kneeled to stroke her forehead.

I'm pretty sure I'm not gonna see a beauty like this anytime soon.

Her eyes fluttered open.

I smiled a little. "Sorry, didn't mean to wake you. I'm headed out now, 's nice to meet you."

Her full lips turned into a pout. "Don't go."

"I'd love to stay and keep you company, love. But I've gotta get back."

She struggled to stand to her feet on the bed. She brought her smalls hands to her jacket and began to unbutton it.

I rose my brows and traveled up to her eyes. She stared at me so seductively.

The jacket slid off her body, revealing a spaghetti strapped dress.

"What're ya doin'?"

She took a step forward, then her lips were on mine.

I can't say I wasn't at least a bit shocked.

I've kissed many people in my lifetime, but this one was different.

Her arms wrapped around me, my hands found her small waist.

The kiss tasted like booze, but I didn't care.

Her tongue flicked my tongue ring, causin' me to smirk.

I softly bit her bottom lip, she gasped softly.

I pushed my tongue into her mouth and she moaned so cutely.

She pulled on one of my wicks and I can't say I didn't like it.

I slowly pulled away from the almost unbreakable kiss. Both of us breathin' heavily.

"We should stop here." I backed up, feelin' myself bricked up in my jeans.

"Why?" Sadness laced in her voice.

" 'cause you're drunk–"

"You are too." She sat on the bed.

She was right, I was a little tipsy.

"Am I-I not pretty to you?" Her eyes were charmin' me.

" 's not that, you're gorgeous.." I spoke honestly.

"It doesn't make sense chasing...after someone who doesn't even like me. Anyone other than him can fuck me..who's it going to be?" She spoke softly.

I grew a little upset. "I told ya he's a fuckin' loser. I'll make ya forget about him, use me as ya wish." My hand held her face towards mine.

Just fuck it. Miguel can have another tantrum for all I care.

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