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Chapter Thirteen.

Charlotte's Pov

"What are you looking at ?" She asked,
confused.
I said it was nothing, and then we both headed towards the club.
We were hidden from all the unwanted attention.
When we arrived at the club, it was not so crowded, well good for us.
Engfa took me to the bar stand. She ordered vodka for herself, and I drank wine. I had one glass and saw that Engfa was already on her 3rd or 4th glass.
I knew that she was planning on getting drunk tonight, so I had to stay sober for the safety of both of us.
Suddenly, my favourite song started playing. It has been my favourite for more than 7 years. I used to sing this song with Engfa back then, and I looked at her to see if she remembered anything.
But she was already looking at me.
Her intense stare made me weak on my knees. She still had this effect on me that I couldn't explain. Firstly she is wearing a suit and looking so fine and if she looks at me like that, I'll be on my knees for her.

"Do you want to go and dance ?" I asked,
avoiding to look in her eyes.
"No," she said. Ouch, that hurts.
I nodded while hiding my embarrassment.
Then she suddenly stood up and walked to me.
"Dance ?" She asked me, forwarding her hands.
"But you said you didn't want to dance," I told her.
"I said, I don't want to dance alone. Idiot," she said, smiling.
I smiled at the fact that she wasn't calling me formally anymore.
I gave her my hands, and she pulled me to the dance floor.
She slowly placed her hands around my waist and pulled me closer to her.
I looked at her, and she was looking at me. We both were lost into eachother that we didn't care about the people around us. We danced like we used to when we were younger.
I finally felt so happy in these seven years. I missed her touch.
She slowly took my hands and then kissed it. She then leaned closer to me, and I thought she was gonna kiss me.
I closed my eyes and leaned closer, but she went close to my neck instead.
"I'll go and use the washroom, okay ?" She whispered.
Well, I was kind of disappointed, to be honest, but I nodded.
I watched her as she stumbled away from the crowd. I started dancing again.
I hadn't danced in ages, and I felt free while dancing. I closed my eyes and just went with the flow. I opened my eyes a few seconds later to find her already staring at me from the table. She was back and was drinking again.
I signalled her to come and dance, but she ignored the question.
I suddenly had this feeling to make her jealous. I scanned in the crowd and found a decent looking guy dancing by himself. I walked towards him well, knowing that she was looking at me.
"Can I join you ?" I asked him.
He simply nodded, and I started dancing with him. I could feel her eyes on us.
Then I went a little closer to him and glanced at her. She was holding her glass so tightly that it was about to burst. I smiled at seeing her being jealous of me. Suddenly, he took my hands out of nowhere and pulled me closer.
"Excuse me ?" I questioned his actions.
"Well, you wanted to join, didn't you ?" He said, grinning. I tried to loosen my hands from his grip, but he was stronger than me. Suddenly, someone pushed him hard and pulled me.
It was Engfa. She had her arms around my waist, protectively.
Her veins were popping out. She looked like she was ready to murder him.
He ran away, and she pulled me out of the club.
"Let's go," she said, not looking at me.
"Sorry," I said to her.

"You could have been seriously injured. You know that ?" She scolded me.
How I love this protective side of her.
She was not able to walk straight, but still, she protected me.
I held her closer to me and helped her to walk.
Soon, we reached the hotel room.
As I closed the door, I was pinned to it.
"Kiss me," she said, playing with my hair.

"What ?" I asked her.
"Kiss me," she repeated, coming even closer. I wanted to kiss her more than anything, but I didn't want to take advantage of her. She was drunk and not on her senses, so I couldn't do anything to her.
"You're drunk," I said while pushing her gently. I placed her on the bed, and she started unbuttoning her shirt.
"What are you doing ?" I asked her.
"This shirt is tight, and I usually sleep without my shirt," she told me, throwing the shirt away. Then she fell on the bed.
I went to the bathroom to get changed, and when I came back, she was already sleeping.
I covered her with the blanket and then laid on the sofa. After some minutes, I was picked up by her.
She picked me up in a bridal style and then placed me on the bed. She was only inches away from me.
"Sleep with me," she said in a low voice.
She pulled away and then laid on the other side of the bed, facing me.
I could feel the tension between us building up. We were only inches away. She wasn't wearing her shirt, and we both were lying on the bed inside the same room.
Before anything could get to me, I turned to the other side.
Suddenly, she placed her hands around my waist and pulled me closer.
Now she was hugging me like a kid hugs their teddy bear.
She didn't move after that. I could feel her long breath brush through my skin, sending shivers down my spine.
I never thought that I could ever be this close to her ever again.
Knowing that we were now together, I smiled and closed my eyes.

I woke up when I felt someone looking at me. I opened my eyes and saw that she was already up and was staring intensely at me. Her eyes were down my cleavage. I looked down and realised that I had removed my shirt in the middle of the night since it was very hot yesterday.
I hurriedly covered it with the blanket.
"You're shirtless, I am shirtless. We're on the same bed. What happened yesterday?" She asked me.
She must have thought that I took advantage of her, so I answered her instantly.
"Well, nothing happened yesterday," I tried to reason her, but she was just looking so damn good that time that I ended up stuttering.
"Charlotte, what happened yesterday?" She asked me in her morning voice.
Oh god ! When I think she couldn't get any hotter, why does she become more hot ??

"Well, you said you wanted to kiss me, and I said you were drunk," I told her.
I closed my eyes, hoping she would believe me. Suddenly, I felt her fingers brushing my lips.
I opened my eyes and saw that she had leaned closer, and there was barely any gap between us.
"I'm not drunk anymore," she said, biting her lower lips.
I felt my heart beating faster, and my whole body was getting hotter.
I tried to move away, but she grabbed both my hands, using her one hand and touching my lips from her other hand.
She had turned out to be so strong than I remember.
Her veiny hands were so appealing to me. She came closer and then kissed me.
I closed my eyes in pleasure.
At first, it was only a gentle kiss, but then it hardened.
She brushed her tongue on my lips, asking for permission while still holding me. I gladly opened my mouth for her.
She slid her tongue inside, and then we both fought for dominance, but she won, and I happily let her take control.
Our lips were moving in sync. Suddenly, she pulled away and looked at me apologetically.
She had already freed my hands, and I used them to pull her closer again.
I pulled her for a kiss again. Even though our morning breathes were disgusting, we both weren't bothered.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, ruining our moment. Engfa groaned and wore her shirt. I didn't because who would enter the room, right ???
But I was wrong. I heard Engfa saying no to someone, but they didn't listen to her and rushed inside. It was Nudee.
Nudee had come inside the room out of nowhere, and I only had my bra on.
She looked away and I wore my shirt.
"You could've given me a warning," Nudee said to Engfa, who was laughing at the door.
"You weren't ready to listen at all," she said, still laughing.
I cleared my throat, telling her that she could turn back.
She apologised and told us that we had to start designing the clothes now.
"But firstly, let's have breakfast. I am starving," Engfa said.
"You were all okay a minute ago before I came. Now, what happened?" Nudee teased Engfa while calling the room service.