Deadly Dreamer - Book One ✔️

Chapter 13

Half falling through the doorway of our home, I find that I'm giggling uncontrollably. At what...? I'm not sure. But it's hilarious!

Alex has a firm hold on my arm to keep me steady, whilst I try unsuccessfully to remove my shoes at the door. He gives up the waiting game and he leads me over to and leans me against the little table we have by the door. Alex then drops down to my feet to remove my shoes for me.

Im swaying slightly, tilting with the rest of the room as I try (and fail) to assist Alex by lifting one foot then the other. I, however, only proceed to start to fall to one side and then feel Alex wrap his strong arm around my waist to steady me again.

And I'm still giggling.

Alex looks at me and grins, flashing those pearly whites at me mischievously. He absolutely loves when I'm drunk. I'm a happy drunk. I'm also, apparently, a great entertainer when I'm drunk. So he says. I'm not sure if that's a good thing or not but it sure pleases him so I can't complain too much about it.

When he stands back up he positions himself behind me - dirty thoughts ensue - but then he scoops me up in the bridal lift, instantly extinguishing my thoughts of being bent over the little table and spanked.

Alex then carries me carefully to our bedroom. Which for some reason only brings on more giggling fits from me because my emotions run wild when I'm drunk.

When we make it to our room, he gently places me on the bed to then help me strip out of my clothes.

After the undressing is done, he takes a step back to get a good look at me with a long, slow whistle.

I pose for him sexily. (At least it seems as though it's sexy in my minds eye). From the smile on his face, it's more amusing than sexy. Oh well. A girl can only try.

Alex proceeds to pick up my now bare legs and rotates my body, so that I'm lying lengthways along the bed. He assists me in getting myself comfortable and pulls the covers up over my body, resting the covers beneath my chin. (He knows I love to snuggle into the blankets even when its warm.)

Then he smiles lazily at me. "Ok now, giggles. Time to turn in. I'm hopping into bed in one sec. Just gonna check on Ditz first. I'll be right back." He kisses my forehead and leaves the room for a minute.

Not that I'd know.

The moment that he kissed my head and walked out I had already passed out.

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What feels like only 20 minutes later (but has to be at least an hour) I find myself leaning over a dark filing cabinet.

I pause whatever I was doing and look down at myself. I'm dressed in my most comfortable black skinny jeans - that are torn at the knees from years of use - a long sleeve black top and I've got on my black leather jacket. My hair is pulled back away from my face in a messy bun and I've got a butterfly knife tucked into the side of my combat boots. I can't help but think to myself that I'm glad I brought a weapon for my own security.

Thinking back to my night out and I'm surprised that I'm not falling over still from too much alcohol over dinner. I was more intoxicated than I've been in years. Yet, I'm standing strong and steady like I hadn't been drinking at all.

How bizarre.

Deciding to focus on the task at hand I next investigate my surroundings. I'm in a small office that mostly contains several filing cabinets and a table in the middle of the room.

The door that I must have come through is slightly ajar.

I panic for a good minute, realising I'm at the office rummaging through our old client records. The good thing about this is that I don't need to worry too much if anyone sees me here, it's not that odd that someone who works in the office is around late.