Veils Of Deceit

(11): Getting Closer

We were just sitting and chatting, and I noticed she was getting very comfortable, talking extensively about basketball, her career, her company, and more. I was just observing her with a grin.

"Kai, snap out of it," she said, waving a hand in front of my face.

"Oh, yeah, I was just thinking about something. Who do you have in your family?" I asked, feeling a bit awkward.

"Just my sister. You might know her; she's a pretty famous model, Azalea Astor. She's currently in Los Angeles," she replied, and I was stunned to realize Azalea Astor was her sister.

"What! She's your sister? I think she's quite the playgirl," I responded.

"Yeah, she is. Why are you so surprised? Do you also think she's way prettier than me?" she asked jokingly with a chuckle.

"No, it's not that. But you seem so innocent, and your sister is a playgirl. It's a bit surprising," I muttered.

She started laughing and said, "If you think I'm innocent, you're so wrong. I'm really a bad bitch."

"Oh really? How many guys have you dated?" I inquired, raising an eyebrow.

"Only one," she said.

"And you claim you're not innocent," I replied.

"Okay, you'll see. How many girls have you dated?" she asked.

"Only one, same as you," I responded.

"Hmm... If you don't mind, can I know why you broke up with Liza?" she asked hesitantly.

"Actually, she was cheating on me," I replied. "How do you know her name?" I asked.

"Liam told me," she answered.

"Oh," I nodded.

"WHAT THE FUCK!!! It's 3:30 AM," she exclaimed, looking at her phone.

"So," I wasn't shocked because I had already guessed it.

"I think we should head home. I have to go to the gym tomorrow," she said, getting up.

"Are you crazy? How can you go to the gym? We'll get home around 5:30 or 6:00 AM," I said.

"I can if I won't sleep, and who said we'll get home that late? It'll be 5:00 AM at the latest," she remarked.

"We're 170 km away from my place and the gym, and you're saying we'll get home by..." I was about to finish, but she interrupted, "If you let me drive, we can."

"No, you're drunk," I rejected.

"No, I'm not," she said, and started walking straight while I watched with a grin, "see, I'm walking straight." But she was looking at me, and there was a table in front of her. "Watch out!" I exclaimed as she was about to fall. I caught her by her waist, and she looked at me while I looked at her.

"I want to drive," she insisted.

"No one can win an argument with you. Fine, you can drive," I said with a chuckle. She smiled proudly, and we didn't notice we were still in the same position, me holding her by the waist, and her hands on my chest, but suddenly my phone started ringing, and we moved away from each other. I cleared my throat and checked who is calling. It is Nicholas. 

"If you don't have a valid reason to call me at this hour, you'll be dead," I warned sternly.

"Sebastian is drunk, and Ali isn't home yet," he exclaimed worriedly.

"WHAT THE FUCK?! Don't worry, we're coming. Alizée is with me," I said, then hung up.

"What happened?" she asked, concerned.