In His Fantasies

5. Sober Thoughts

Astrea

Another night of restlessness greeted me. Each time I laid down to sleep Kellen and his question would pop into my mind practically gnawing at me to answer. It's almost like he was right beside me whispering in my ear and each time I shoved those thoughts away they would come back ten times worse.

All I could think about was him, working with him. Even more than that, being with him. And not just sitting around watching him work. Fantasies replayed in my mind all night, even when I was awake. His voice, his touch, everything about him is so agonizingly intoxicating and I wish I could get him out of my head, but I can't. For the life of me, I can't, and deep down it's the last thing I want to do.

Pair those thoughts with the fact that Jess convinced me to go to a party last night and you have a disaster. 

It's not often I party, rare actually but occasionally Jess will want to go and never alone. Let's just say I may have had a little too much to drink last night and I might have possibly taken a bottle of alcohol but it did get my mind off Kellen for a few calm seconds before I was amped up again.

The things that swarm my mind are highly inappropriate but my body gives away all resistance leaving me a puddle of need. I was aroused in every way possible and not even a release was helping. My fingers were useless as were the toys hidden in my bedside drawer. In the end, finishing the bottle was the answer I was looking for.

"Seriously."

Jess swipes the glass from my hand and pours out the contents ignoring the loud whine I get out of spite. I grunt and throw my face down onto the counter ignoring the slight sting of the marble meeting my face.

It was now morning and let's just say waking up was a curse instead of a blessing and I decided the only way to get rid of the already stubborn hangover was to drink even more alcohol. It made sense and in a way, it did help but Jess is in complete disagreement with this thought.

"I'm so judging you for this beb."

"It's five o'clock somewhere." I sing with a giggle.

"Oh yeah, well go there, but here it's barely ten and you are already buzzed. If I knew you would carry your drinking into the morning I would have had you sleep in my room" Jess snaps at me and I huff hating the judgmental glare she's giving me.

I roll my eyes with a groan and glance at the bottle a few feet away from me. An idea is summoned in my mind despite the large headache I sense coming. Peering back at me her eyes widen as she notices me and I smirk before leaping across the counter only to be pushed away as Jess buries me with her weight. I grunt hitting the floor but barely even affected as the alcohol flows through my system.

"I will fucking fight you over this bottle."

I sit back in the chair crossing my arms in disdain and watch Jess take a sip of her coffee. She gags holding her throat as she washes down the fruity liquor I added and I can't help but laugh knowing she's never been able to take alcohol. I spot an opening as she closes her eyes so I jump up, swipe the bottle, and dart back to my room. I slam the door and lock it behind me before she can catch me silently patting myself on the back.

I hold the bottle up smiling deviously as I take another sip purring in satisfaction.

The door shakes on its hinges frightening me but I crawl on my bed ignoring Jess on the other side and get lost in my drink.

"Seriously," Jess yells.

I don't answer instead crashing on the bed with my bottle in hand-pressed tightly against my chest making sure no one can take it away from me. I coddle it pressing my lips to the bottle top and lick the rim cleaning the few drops that rolled out as I lay down.