Here’s Chap 9 my lovely peaches! and guys thanks againJ 1000+ read, really!? I thank you all really for this.
Chapter 9 Mi casa, Mi masculino
“Oy, you lost your mind, Miles? A sip or two of tequila would make you woozy as shit; you’re a light drinker. ” Carter said, slamming his hand on the counter hard.
I looked at him with a fervent stare and grabbed the bottle the bartender left on counter. “Watch me.” I gulped as much as I can before he snatched the bottle away from me. That earns him another glare from the depths of my soul. No, not soul, dick. But I don’t have a dick okay?
“What gives, you D-bag?”
He smirks at me and drank the tequila till that last drop before he wiped his mouth to his sleeves. “Me avoiding you to drink this shit.” He placed the bottle in front of me grinning like an idiot. I fight again the urge not to harm this guy but sometimes it takes to much of my patience to do so. Its irritating.
“You know what?” I said blandly
He looked at me with one of his brow raised, full with amusement. “What?”
I showed him my middle finger and waved it to his face. “My middle finger has a boner whenever I see you.” His face showed so much emotion at the same time that I think I’m seeing things but no.
He looked else where not giving me a response however he never did give me a hint if he was irritated at all. I nudged his shoulder just to see if he’s disregarding me or just fantasizing nude old grannies. I poked him repeatedly and nothing happened. I stood up and level my lips to his ear.
“Carter?!” I screeched and caused him to finally to budge.
When he faced me, I felt my stomach stir with guilt or was it my heart? I don’t really know. His face is masked by that I’m-a-player-and-what-can-you-do-about-it look and its making me really feel uncomfy. “What?”
“Are you angry right now?” I asked.
He stood up and shrugged. “Nah.” And with that ladies and gentle douches, he has left me.
Well, not quite.
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I can feel the beat with my feet, swaying to the rhythm with my hands up. I feel so free. I raised the bottle I was holding to my lips and drank the liquor down to the last drop. When I finished it, I dropped the bottle to the floor and continued to dance like there’s no tomorrow. A hand grabbed me by the waist, pulling me up against a warm solid body. I didn’t care to look up who it was so I persisted on grinding and that person didn’t seem to mind.
The song changed into a more upbeat one and I could feel myself getting all ecstatic. I was jumping up and down to the beat and the person who held my waist turn me around. At first the figure was blurry and all I could make out was the figures black hair.
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