Gary and Libby - Take One

Chapter Forty Two

  "Gary!" I lunge forward to stop him falling over, but its no good. Hes already tumbled to the ground. I crouch down to pull him back to his feet, but he tugs my elbow so now we are both rolling around on the floor outside the villa.
"You're so drunk Gary!" I laugh, hitting him playfully as he tickles my hips.
"Me?" He pulls away, looking at me with that drunken grin. "No...Sober as a judge me!"
I laugh again and scramble to my feet. "Thank you for tonight Gary." I smile, once we're safley inside. "The meal was lovely."
He just tilts his head to one side and eye balls me. "You look hot."
I roll my eyes at him, hes totally drunk, theres no point even trying to talk sense to him. Id be wasting my breath.
"No, i mean. You look hot." Gary takes a step towards me, but i smile and step onto the stairs, slowly shaking my head.
"Not tonight Babe." I say quietly, before turning on my heels and heading up the stairs to the bedroom. I hear Gary groan loudly from the hallway, like a little kid whos just been declined a chocolate

I strip off and pull back the duvet, as i feel Garys hands wrap themselves over my hips. I feel his drunken breath against my neck.
"Come on...." He runs his hands down my hips, over the tops of my thighs and back up again. "...You know you want to."
I take his hands as i turn round to face him. "NO." I mouthe with a smile, pulling away and clambering under the covers.
"Please?" He pouts at me, frumbling with  his shirt buttons in his drunken stupor.
"Good Night Gary." I smile gently, tugging his hand gently so hes leaning over me. "...I love you." I kiss his lips gently before dropping my head back down onto the pillow. Im exhausted.

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When i wake up in the morning Gary isnt in bed. I listen carefully but i can hear him anywhere either. Slowly, i shrug on my silky dressing down and head out of the room. I come to a standstill in the door way when i reach my phone, its on the floor, a huge crack in the screen. The memory of what happened yesterday makes me feel physically sick, but i decide to ignore it. Picking up my phone, im surprised to find that it actually turns on.

6 new messages.

Mom:

Hope the accommodation is lovely, enjoy your week away. x

Mom:

Darling ive not heared from yyou since you left. Hope all is well. x

Shit! I quickly hit reply and type a message letting her know im okay before reading the other four.

Mark O.

Havent heard from you yet Lib! Youve not forgotten me have you?! ;) xx

Mark O.

Gary stealin you away all for his self is he? ...greedy bastard!;) xx

I delete them without a moments hesitation and decide not to read the other two. Gary cannot find out. I throw my phone back down onto the bed before heading down the stairs to find Gary.
"Gaz?....Babe?" Theres no answer. "Gary?" I notice a the curtain by the french doors is blowing into the room. The door is open. I make my way outside, into the morning sun of the Caribbean. Jesus im so jet lagged.

I turn the corner to find a, pleasing to say the least, sight. Gary is swimming lengths in the pool. When he notices me approach he beams at me and clambers out. His muscles buldging under is body weight. No Libby. Its too early to get turned on.
"Mornin." He grins, shaking him self off as he takes a step towards me.
"Oi!" I laugh, grabbing the towel off the nearest sun lounger and throwing it at him. "How you feeling?"
"Jet lagged." He shrugs. I raise an eye brow at him. "...And maybe just slightly hungover..." His lips give in to that lopsided grin. I take this moment to admire is body. The water droplets are rolling down his perfectly toned chest, his fingers gripping the towel tightly so his arm muscles are tensed. I grin mischievously at him as i pull the towel away from him i order to take a better look at his torso.
Gary raises an eye brow at me, a smirk dancing on his lips.
"You like?"
I bite my lip and nod slowly. "Yes...."
"Well then..." Gary murmurs seductively, pulling the belt of my dressing gown loose.